Shattered Perceptions (Rick Sanchez x Reader)

Wrecked Rick

You feel conflicted about what you had just done. Seeing him like that broke something inside you and you cursed at him and yourself. You decided to take a page from Rick's book and portal yourself into his room.

"God-urrrp-dammit, you bitch! W-why can't you just go away?" Rick shouted when he saw you.

"Come on, Rick. Let's go on an adventure, just you and me," you said gently.

"Oh, don't you go talking like that t-to me."

"Or what? We both know tha- " He cut you off by grabbing you and pinning you against the wall, which had your body aroused, but you could also smell the reek of freshly downed booze on his breath and his pupils were dialated like he had just gotten high. You had done this to him this time and it killed you inside.

"I don't want to hear another f-fu-urrrp-cking word from you. I just want you to go away so that you can't remind me of all this bulls-" Rick fell limp in your arms after you injected him with a mild tranquilizer.

"Dammit, Rick. You notice so much less when you're blitzed..."

With that, you grabbed the keys to his ship from his pocket and hauled him back through your portal and into the garage. You loaded his unconscious body into his ship and took off.

You weren't sure where you were going to take him, but you had to prove a point. You had to remind him that it doesn't matter. None of it matters.

You took your portal gun from its holster and opened a red portal large enough for the ship to fit through, but it wasn't taking you to home. It was taking you straight to the cesspool of fanfictions on the internet.

You heard Rick groan and shift in his seat. "Oh, good. You're up. Take a look outside, Rick. This dimension we're in is FF-137: R34," you stated.

"Damn it... You knocked me out, kidnapped me, and hijacked my ship. Now, you're telling me you didn't even haul me off to a sex dungeon?" Rick spat.

"I hate to disappoint, but I can't even think of fucking you when you're shattered like that," you replied sadly.

"But you do want to fuck me?" His gruff voice was smooth and sly.

You blushed and shook it off. He was trying to distract you to try and gain control of the ship. Unfortunately for him, you had reached your destination and landed the ship. "You done? We're here. Get out."

"Where's here?"

"This is where we get you back. This planet is your fandom. Everything here is either from your show, games, or the fan-made stuff and characters based on them."

You started walking through the streets of the city you had landed in. Rick followed behind you. Different versions and familiar versions of everyone Rick had ever met were passing the two of you on all sides. A thought occurred to you. Rick could easily go missing here.

You spun on your heel and grabbed Rick, pinning him to the wall of an office building next to you. You couldn't think of much to make it easier to track him and you looked him over for a second, hoping for any other solution. You whispered, "I'm sorry, darlin'," and you bit the lower left of his neck and sucked gently to leave a prominent hickey.

He growled and you felt his cock harden against your thigh. He laughed when you released, "You go 0-60 pretty fucking quick, huh? You seem to ease off the gas too fast, too, though. You know, I wouldn't mind more."

That last sentence left you feeling weak. You wanted him to take you right there in the middle of that sidewalk. He knew exactly what to say. Your plan was slowly starting to work, even if he thought he was tricking you. You smirked and backed away, letting out a sultry chuckle. "Sugar, I'm not so easy that I'll bend over right here. If I just wanted a quickie, this would've been a one-shot."