o̶f̶f̶ ̶l̶i̶m̶i̶t̶s̶ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵗʷᵒ
! part one !
! part three !
a/n: went a little off the rails with this one, i apologize beforehand
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warnings: 18+, MDNI. afab!reader, rick sanchez x reader, smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (f! receiving), degradation, dumbification (kinda), dom!rick, perv!rick (tbh), naive!reader (tbh), reader is in extreme physical pain at one point so also sadist!rick
it was supposed to be a quick errand when he ran into you, interrupting an evening alone to yourself. it had been a year since you had your one night stand with Rick, and although you couldn't stop thinking about it, you didn't think you'd ever see him again. but here he is, standing in your bedroom like nothing ever happened.
you didn't know, however, that this isn't your Rick. but that didn't matter.
off limits part two | 3.1k words
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this wasn’t the first time he heard of a Rick using someone like this. it’s more common than you think- most Ricks opting to just cut you open instead, move your insides around to fit whatever they need hiding, then stitch you back up to send you on your way, carrying along, nothing the wiser. it was a god-complex thing, Rick thinks, although he’d be lying if he said he didn’t see the appeal. but this way, leaving something so deep within your warm, plush walls, in a place where only a Rick’s dick could reach? it was cocky, it was childish. it was genius.
the crystal itself- more of a shard, really, was very small, so it made sense why it was so easy to pull off. he just had to push it in deep and hold it there, the crystal most likely covered with something made to stick to you, coating itself with your slick for camouflage. it must have felt good, too- it would explain why you’re so ready for him this fast. it should be relatively easy to retrieve it, Rick thinks. you’ve already done half the work for him, absolutely soaked and trembling in his arms. you’re practically begging for it. he wonders if you’ll be able to handle it.
you feel his chest shake with laughter. you felt confused, a little scared, and so small. you also couldn’t ignore the heat growing in your tummy, and you were worried he might notice that you’re starting to drip down your thighs.
you shouldn’t feel this way. you don’t even really know this man, what he wants- you don’t even know how he got in. anxiety unfurls in your chest when you remember the open window- how could you be so careless?
“i have some baa-ad news, sweetheart,” he slowly pushed you down against the bed, grip still firm on your throat- you weren’t going anywhere. “seems like Rick wasn’t very nice.” he used his other hand to spread your thighs and pull your hips down- he wasn’t worried about your hands, he knew you wouldn’t attempt to stop him. sliding you close, your legs automatically locked around his. he liked that.
you’re fully straddling him now and he starts to rock into you, bare pussy against the soft material of his pants. if you couldn’t feel his erection before, you can now- impossible to ignore as it grinds against your heat. moans escape your lips, as much as you try to hold them back, but it doesn’t matter. he has you right where he wants you.
he loosens his grip on your neck, softly stroking it but keeping your head locked, going easy on you. you barely noticed the shift, far too busy on the feeling of his huge dick against you. you remembered how much it stretched you. you’d never been so full, so fucked out, so far gone.
“needy little thing. need to listen to me. listen to my words, you- get that?”
you breathe out a full “yes,” sounding scared but all too eager.
he moved his arm out from underneath you, letting you fully sink into the soft mattress. you can only relax for a moment before he’s pushing your face into the sheets, giving you the courtesy to breathe when you panic and force your head sideways. he stills his hips and his voice gets low, serious as he straightens up.
“it just so happens that this crystal i’m looking for is inside you,” Rick states, flatly you thought. matter of fact. the stall of his hips created an opening of clarity, and he could tell, putting more weight on your skull. you squirm, a little panicked now. “apparently he thought you’d make a good hiding spot.”
you felt your voice hitch as you spoke. “crystal?” you sounded so confused, so vulnerable. Rick wishes you would cry. he craves to see your cute little face, flushed and wet with tears. and he sees no reason why you wouldn’t give that to him- you’ve been so good for him already, after all.
his other hand was on your waist now, drawing circles against your soft skin. it was a nice feeling compared to the rest of your position, and you try to focus on his mercy.
“yes, actually a pallasite from- heh, yes it’s a.. pretty little crystal,” he hissed, not even attempting to hide his arousal. you were so cute. he finally eased up on your head, trailing his fingers down the back of your neck, down your spine. you took a big breath. “thought he’d use you- that pretty little pussy to hide his treasure. so mean of him, huh? did he hurt you, poor thing?”
“H-how?.. i- don’t,” he begins his rocking again and you pause, words caught in your throat. he had shifted angles, the large bulge in his pants now brushing against your clit with every thrust. and he’s so polite, he lets you take your time to find your words. “wh..uhh,- Rick, i.. i don’t understand,” you were drooling at this point, a mixture of fear and arousal completely fogging your mind. it was true, you really didn’t understand. could barely tell what was real at this point with this, let’s admit it, stranger so close against you, watching you unravel. it was all getting to be too much as you feel the coil tighten deep in your stomach.
as much as Rick wants to completely tear you apart, he really is in no hurry. in fact, he could stand here and watch you like this for hours. he knows you’re close, but he’s not going to let you get there, not yet. he wants to take his time with you, let you know how lucky you are, he’s going so easy on you.
“Shhhhh, sweetheart, i know. it’s okay. I’m- hah, going to help you, you need me. poor ba-aby, i’m gonna have to- have to go in and get it.”
“Rick,-”
he guided your hips until they were flush with the bed then roughly grabbed at your legs to turn you over. you whine at the loss of contact, your poor desperate pussy squeezing around nothing, and he just laughs at you. you could really see him now, in the dim light of your room, pupils blown out with lust staring into your own. with all the squirming on the bed, your shirt had slid up, and he had full view of you now- a total cockdrunk mess, sweating and panting, tears streaking down your face. you softly voiced your discomfort, bringing your arms up to cover whatever modesty you had left. that was a mistake.
he quickly had your wrists in his bony fingers, wrapped so tightly you worry they’ll bruise, pinned uncomfortably to your sides. a gasp leaves your lips, the movement so fast it makes you dizzy. how dare you disrespect him, covering yourself like that, denying him, when he let you make such a mess on his new pants and basically used him to get off. he’d teach you to be thankful, he decided.
“this is how it’s going to work,” he seethed, leaning over you now, his face contorted in anger inches away, breath hot against your face. you can smell the aftershave, the alcohol on his breath. “i’m going to get what i came here for, heh,a- and you get to live. you understand? that means you listen to me,” you breathe heavily, nodding helplessly as you look up at him, hanging on to every word, his voice vibrating through your body. the look in his eyes starting to scare you now. you see his eyebrow twitch before a sharp slap to the mouth rocks your head completely. you cry out, more from shock than pain. you could tell it was a warning.
“okay, yes, rule number one,” his voice is low and commanding, not how you remembered. you remembered his voice getting low when you fucked, after the laughs and normal conversations at the bar, but it never sounded like this. “you speak when you are spoken to. you-, you can remember that, right? show me some fucking respect, tell me you understand.”
“y-yes,” you sigh between broken sobs, “i understand.”
he responded with a soothing gooood as he slipped a hand down between you, sliding his fingers through your folds with ease. your hips jerk against his touch and it’s too cute, he might just forgive you. you moan at his touch as he curses, feeling how wet you are, as if he didn’t have the proof all over him.
“very good, baby. i know what you need, little - ha-hh- so fucking wet - jus’ have to be good and listen, right? gotta- you’re gonna have to trust me, yes?” he’s just teasingly tracing his fingers over the length of you, paying a little more attention to your clit with every pass. he knows its too sensitive- your moans turn into cries and you squirm to get away, but as soon as he dips down to your sweet entrance once more you needily push against his hand.
“yes.”
“smart girl,” he pushes a finger in, then two- barely giving you time to adjust before he’s finding a rhythm, slowly but steadily fucking you into the mattress. he finds your spongey center immediately, curling his fingers perfectly, relentlessly. your head falls back and you think you see stars, you didn’t think you were that close but your orgasm hits fast, your mouth hangs open and your legs shake. all you do is whimper at first, which kind of disappoints Rick- he knew you could be louder, but after a quick deep breath you made such a pretty noise that he dropped to his knees.
in a moment of kindness, he gave you a kiss- an open, sloppy one against your throbbing clit, leaving a trail of spit as he pulls way to bring his body back up to lean over you. he grabs your face with his pointer and thumb, pulling your gaze from your poster covered walls back to his eyes. you were reeling, gasping for air as you tried to focus. you wanted to do whatever it took to please him because you wanted more of that. whatever it took to get more of that.
“‘s nice, huh? feel good, baby? that’s all you needed, wasn’t it, huh- love hearing you cum,” he kept his grip on your face as you came down, babbling against his touch, he heard a Rick and sso good before your heartbeat finally slows. your legs threaten to close but you have the mind to keep them open, for him.
“good, good, listen, okay? i’m going- leg’s open, y- good girl, - i think i can reach it with my fingers, but i have to go deep, right? have to be able to reach it, you’re gonna- feel me stretching you, baby. you can handle it, though- you’re gonna take what i give you, yes?”
“yes,” a fast response, sounding so needy it's embarrassing. he smiles at that, if you could call that teeth baring grin a smile. so obedient for him- as much as he loves corrupting pretty little things like you, he knows your Rick did the most work, literally planting the thought of him inside you.
he wonders if he’s still alive. did he get caught by the council and be forced to pay for his crimes? or perhaps even finding a role in the citadel, joining the masses of Ricks who’ve also given up. did he forget about you? no, there’s no way- this gorgeous, naive little slut was hard to forget. he wonders if he’ll know once the crystal gets removed from you- wonders how upset he’ll be when he finds out his property’s been touched. and he can’t fucking wait to find out.
he slid his hands under your ass and pulled you up, giving himself better leverage to your opening. it’s clenching down on nothing and still wet, ready for him, begging. you prop yourself up on your elbows slightly, trying to stay somewhat comfortable, but the movement causes too much struggle- Rick smacks your ass for the trouble and you fall back. the spank wasn’t too hard, yet tears sprung to your eyes anyway. and of course Rick noticed, but he was already going too easy on you.
“stay still for me, can’t have you moving- so you’re not gonna fucking move. you don’t want to make this hard for me, princess.”
you watch him spit on your pussy- a long line of drool falling from his mouth, the sight so fucking hot you felt as if you could cum right then. he rubs it over you with his thumb sloppily, getting you ready, as if you needed it. the swipes across your swollen clit felt like torture.
“Rick, please- it’s.. t-too muchh,”
he laughs, a good laugh, only for a second before getting serious, breath warm against your wet thighs. “too much? you- hah- you fuck yourself on my zipper but this-” he rubs circles around the sensitive bud, all his attention on it now, “is too much? cry me a fucking river, i know what’s too much for you.”
two fingers slide into you immediately, and your hips buck forward to meet his knuckles. he let that slide, seeing you so needy for him really turned him on. He ruts his hard cock against the edge of the bed, searching for relief, and you want to give it to him so bad, but your arms stay helplessly at your sides as he bends you in half.
you felt so full already, not having had sex in months and it was amazing- he warms you up, picking up a faster pace and then letting you sit in it a bit, letting you adjust to him. he’s not quite curling his fingers but the pressure was enough to have you breathless, face wrinkled in pleasure. not thinking, you start to rock your hips against his hand, trying to angle his fingers to right where they needed to be, and it works for a second- they awkwardly bump at your center but it feels so fucking good, you let out a pretty “oooh,” and your head tilts back-
his fingers leave you quickly, and you whine at the emptiness, looking to him to beg for them back.
this slap hurt this time around. your cheek stung and you think you can taste blood, your lip having scraped against your teeth. you sob openly as he continues his assault on your cunt, adding a third finger, stretching you further. his thumb presses down on your clit and you cry out.
“what did i say? wow- can’t fucking remember something so simple, can you? little fucking airhead, so sweet, so fucking dumb for my fingers, huh? i told you not to move. let me take care of this, got it?” you nod for him over and over, your ‘yes’s now turned into moans, all drawn out and breathy. you feel your whole body shake as his hand slams into you over and over, and you plead with your eyes, begging for some relief, the pressure inside getting to be too painful on its own.
as if he read your mind, he leans down and licks a stripe from his busy fingers to your clit. your back arches painfully as you express your admiration, your moans music to Rick’s ears as he hums against you, lapping greedily now, circling your clit with his tongue. he comes down to suck it between his teeth before releasing it again, and it drove you wild. you tried your best to keep still, but you silently thanked him for allowing your twitching as the pleasure became overwhelming.
“you gonna cum again, already?” he groaned against you, not trying to be subtle about practically grinding against the bed, “good, i need you- gotta be nice and wet for me, mmm, can’t wait to see you cum on my dick,” that was enough for you, and your third orgasm of the night came crashing through- so intense and fast, your vision went white. you think you let out a scream, but you couldn’t be sure, your ears are ringing and everything seems muffled for a moment. your head lolls to look back at Rick, face still deep against you, drinking up everything you had to give him. you say his name, and he looks up, eyes meeting yours.
“okay, here we go, gonna need you to take a deep breath for me,”
you see his mouth move but you couldn’t hear him, but you really wish you had. you feel a stretch from the inside, his fingers extending slowly, not wanting to put your body into shock- he knew this could be painful for you, and he wanted to make this easy. he didn’t want to ruin you, not tonight. you could hear the ‘clicks’ of his fingers extending, extra ligaments popping out to fill the space.
it was painful. the stretch was unbearable, you feel like you’re ripping in half. his fingers push farther, painfully bumping against your cervix as they search you thoroughly. you’ve never felt anything like this before, and you writhe in agony, desperate to get away from his grasp but he’s got you tight, holding you close, cooing at you, “doing so good for me. i almost got it, i know it hurts,” but you could barely understand him. you’re screaming loud now, gripping the sheets beneath you and begging him to stop, his calm words meaning nothing to you when he’s painfully twisting and moving inside you, hitting everything, searching for this small crystal hidden inside you. you weren’t even sure if that part was true as he bites back a smile watching you cry.
he lifts you a bit higher, pushing deeper, and you start thinking you might pass out when he whispers a “got it,” before slowly retracting his fingers, pulling his hand away. your vision was fading in and out at this point, but you see him pull something out of his lab coat and then slip it back in. you hear him humming, satisfied with his results, and when he looks back down at your body it’s like he forgot you were even there.
once his hands were off you, you had retreated into yourself. curled up against your soft sheets, now soaked with cum and sweat, you whined as the pain inside you took its time to fade. your head still swirled with questions- but you were far too exhausted to ask. he stared down at your sniffling and shaking form full of pride.
“Stupid motherfucker, thinking i wouldn’t find it, hah- this pocket pussy gimmick is so overdone. didn’t even need to use my cock for that- fucking idiot, thinking that was a smart idea. fucking- all i needed to- wait are you sleeping?” you feel him on top of you again, grabbing your face to look at his stupid, shit eating grin. “aww, heh- you think we’re done, baby?”