Rick Sanchez X Reader (Oneshots)

To see the Stars

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By:TheFallofYang (archivesofourown)

Waring: depression, anxiety, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, fluff, dub con, mention and description of mental health

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Rick Sanchez. How do you describe a person like Rick “mother fucking” Sanchez? He isn’t by any length or means a “normal” person. But of course, once you start there, how can you define anyone’s normality?

But Rick Sanchez is truly something else. You’d known this the moment you’d met him. The more you got to know him, the more you realized how you met him was by complete chance. You’d been shopping for food for the week. An utterly normal, weekly task. Just as you’d been browsing the canned food and jar isle, searching for some pickles, you hit him. Well not quite hit him but close enough.

You’d been so absorbed in where the damn pickles could be you’d bump straight into his back. Full force. Enough for you to nearly hit the ground head first. But quick as anything he’d caught you. Pulled you back up, then prompt burped in your face. Thoroughly disgusted but sort of grateful you’d said thank you.

“Y-You know how you c-could actually thank me? Get a drink with me?”

It was charming. You hated to admit it to yourself at the time but it was utterly utterly charming. The way he smirked. The way he raised a single eyebrow at you. Confident and cocky despite the fact he was twice your age with bright blue hair that looked like it’s be shocked onto his head by lightening. So you’d agreed.

That was that. You’d gone for drinks later that day after exchanging numbers. You sat in a sleazy bar with him and you’d both drank your weight in alcohol. Him holding up much better than you but still pretty trashed. You’re not sure what happened but one second you’d both been laughing over something stupid, next his tongue was down your throat and your hand was on his crotch.

In all honesty it was a bit of blur after that. You woke up in bed the next day, covered in bruises and sore in the most perfect way. But the bed was cold. Rick was gone.

You shrugged it off. Not really caring that much. Sure, he was an amazingly interesting guy and the sex you had (what you remembered at least) was fantastic. But, well, a one night stand is a one night stand. Except it didn’t stay that way for long. About a week later you get a text that simply read;

“Bored. Wanna hook up?”

Before you’d even been able to text back asking who in the world was texting you he followed up with a reply that summed him up in every way.

“It’s Rick motherfucking Sanchez btw”

At the time you’d rolled your eyes at that. Trying desperately not to be charmed by the easy arrogance that oozed off of him as quickly as the smell of whisky and ozone did. But you couldn’t help it. You’d replied with a time and your address. He arrived and three hours later he was gone. Leaving nothing behind but the feeling of utter completion but loneliness as well.

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This was weeks ago now and you’d become a regular “thing”. Not a relationship or even really a companionship, just two people who barely knew each other rough fucking at every opportunity possible. 

Rough was, eh, actually a bit of an understatement. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy Rick’s company! Not at all, in fact, it was more that you enjoyed it far too much. Rick was like no one else you’d ever known before. He was funny, charming, mad, disgusting, beautiful and an absolute dick.