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pondhue · 6 months

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It’s a hell of a thing, killing a man. You take everything he’s got, and everything he is ever going to have.

#pondart #I’ve needed to draw him covered in blood for what feels like EONS #there will be more btw #rick and morty #rick sanchez #rick and morty season 7 spoilers #rick sanchez fanart #rick c137 #Rick Sanchez c137 #unmortricken #Rick and morty season 7

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cyberstrm · 6 months

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rick sanchez x gn!reader

you sat on the counter, taking intermittent drags of the purple joint.

"space weed", as rick called it, was your favourite thing he'd ever introduced you to. it was so calming, it made you so relaxed and you couldn't get enough of it.

"hi, babe." rick mumbled as he entered the garage. he spotted the joint and his eyes lit up. "oh, shiiit, gimma a drag-"

he held out his hand, and you went to give it to him, but pulled it away right has he reached for it. you giggled.

"nice try, but this one's mine." you grinned. rick scowled.

"i got you that, you ungrateful-" he growled. you cut him off by blowing smoke in his face.

"c'mere," you smirked, before taking a hit. you gestured for him to get close, and he did, slightly confused. you pressed your lips to his and exhaled slowly.

"shiiit..." he mumbled groggily, inhaling and exhaling the second hand smoke. "gimme another one,,"

"if you wanna kiss me you can just do it, no need for excu-"

rick pressed his lips to yours again, stepping closer to the counter so your knees were pressed to his waist. he pulled away and smirked at your blushing face. he took a hit of the joint, and your eyes widened. he'd taken it from you, mid-kiss.

"asshole."

he grinned. "you know it, hun."

#rick sanchez #rick sanchez x you #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez c137 #rick c137 #rick c137 x reader #x #reader #x you #x y/n #rick and morty #ram #r+m #r&m

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bouncybongfairy · 2 months

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Better Off Dead

Rich Sanchez x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: After getting into a blow out fight with your mom, you decompress at Summer's house party. While tripping balls, you mistake Rick for God. What better way to worship someone than by offering them your body?

Word Count: 1.0k+

Account Ref: @kaionyx

TW: Rough Smut, Intox kink, Worship kink, Degradation kink

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You slammed the door and sat on the bed. Wiping tears from your eyes after getting into an argument with your mother. Hearing the front door slam, you looked out the window and saw her getting in the car. You knew that even if she came in trying to reconcile you wouldn’t have accepted the olive branch. It was still kinda bitchy that she didn’t bother to try. After wiping the tears off your face, you unlock your phone. Wanting to distract yourself from the fight and stumbling across Summer’s story. She was throwing a party tonight, an open invitation to the entire highschool. It almost felt like fate placed a golden egg right in your lap. What better way to cope with mommy issues than blacking out at a friends party. Without wasting any time, you started getting ready. Blowing out your hair and trying hard to make sure every step of your makeup routine was done just right. Going into your mom’s liquor cabinet and taking an oversized bottle of Kirkland vodka. Kind of like a symbolic middle finger to her.

Even though you were reckless you didn’t drive your car to Summer’s. The point of going to this party was to get white girl wasted. So there was no point of risking getting a towing company sicked on you by disgruntled neighbors. You could hear frogs and crickets as you walked towards the front door. The lawn was already covered with trash and several inebriated life forms passed out in the grass. It felt like an out of body experience, Summer greeted you. The fact that she remembered who you were was quite flattering. Immediately you made your way towards the kitchen. Getting yourself a healthy amount of liquor before going back out to socialize. You recognized several people from your school but instead of peers they were bodies to dance on. Tonight you didn’t give a fuck, wanting to push the envelope. Trying to see what’s past recklessness and blacked out. After four shots, a joint, and a bump of an unknown substance you were close to finding out.

Rick was sitting on the couch, watching you dance. Humored by how many girlfriends you were making, flustered and jealous. Eventually you’d run out of young men to dance with, now moving onto girls. It was obvious to him that you crave attention, what surprised him was how self aware you were. Not acting drunk for your peers but just slowly numbing yourself with liquor and music. He watched Summer throw these parties a million times over. He knew the difference between parting for social status vs. the need for emotional numbing. Bringing his bottle and taking a couple swigs before getting up and heading towards the garage. The night was getting wilder, Summer invited you into her room. You were promised drugs would be involved, so of course you followed. She explained that it was powder from some crystal she got from her grandpa. It came with some type of warning but you ignored it.

The minute the powder went into your nose you felt electric. Like you were moving at slow and ultra speed at the same time. You stumble into the bathroom and set your arms on the vanity. Making the mistake of staring at yourself in the mirror. Not being able to ignore how much you look like your mother. Tears flooded into your eyes and you forced yourself to go back down stairs. Stumbling down and making your way into the garage becoming overstimulated by the environment. Slamming the door and being taken back by how quiet it was. Now getting into your feelings, wondering why God would give you such a fucked up mother and life. Picking up something from the shelf on your right and throwing it.

“YO! What the fuck!” Rick yelled, making you jump and stumble and fall onto your knees, “What the fuck is your problem,” he said, standing above you.

You looked up at Rick, who was standing in front of the light coming off his work bench. The spikes in his hair were creating shadows that looked like beams of light. The way Jesus is depicted most of the time. Crawling over to him and putting your hands at his feet while looking up to him. Rick felt all the blood in his brain flood into his dick. Lips red and swollen from crying and mascara stained tears running down the sides of your face. Skin covered in goosebumps, jaw chattering and pupils so dilated you couldn’t tell what color your eyes are.

“What did I do to deserve such a f-fucked up life? I swear if you fix it I'll do a-anything you want. I promise I'll be a good girl -hiccup- from now on, I’ll pray to you every night I s-swear,” you pleaded, now putting your hands together.

“Holy fuck,” Rick muttered to himself hungerly as a smirk grew on his face; bringing his hand down and running his thumb over your cheek. Wiping one of your tears away before responding,

“If you want me to be your God I will but, I am warning you now: I expected a lot more than devotion, I want to own you from the inside out,” he growled, grabbing your jaw. Making you look up at him while responding.

“Whatever you say,” you said, scooting closer to him.

With that he wrapped his hands around your throat. Slowly tightening his grip more and more, you brought your hands to rest on him but didn’t protest. Barely audible sounds were squeaking out of your throat as you struggled to breath. You were beginning to see stars and your ears were roaring, making all sounds become muffled. The light in your eyes was fading, humoring Rick,

“You wanna die for me? You wanna die for your god?” he asked, in a cooing voice. Nodding your head before turning a corner, becoming less conscious.

He finally let go, picking your body off the ground and draping you over his desk. Using an exacto knife and cutting your panties off. Rolling your skirt up before undressing himself. Finally letting his cock breath after being strained against his boxers. Reaching down and getting a thick coating of your wetness to use as lube for his cock. He lines himself up and pushes his cock into you. Slowly at first, admiring the way your walls were gripping his shaft.

“Wake up, God’s blessing you with a gift, don’t be rude,” he said, slapping you face a couple times. He groaned as you started waking up and spasming around him. Not being able to stop his hips from fucking into you, “Fuck you’re so damn tight, like your pussy doesn’t want to let me go,” he chuckled before picking up the pace.

Gripping the desk because of the amount of pleasure you were in. Hearing the slapping noises as he used your body however he wanted. The way he degraded you while breaking you on his cock was driving you crazy. Clenching around him every time he bottomed out, your body involuntarily milking his shaft. His nails were digging into the soft skin of your hips. Fucking you at an animalistic pace, unwilling to give you any mercy. Eventually your moans turned into begging, you muttering out desperate little cries like ‘oh god' and ‘please’ as he used your hole.

“Keep begging and praying to me, it only makes me want to destroy you more,” Rick grunted as his thrusts became more frantic. His hips start jerking as he cums deep into your pussy. Pressing himself as far into you as he could while claiming you. The feeling of his thick, warm ropes of cum pooling inside you sends you over the edge. Your walls are quivering around his sensitive cock. After catching his breath, he pulls out. Admiring your destroyed pussy as his cum leaked out of it. Taking his two fingers and gathering a good amount of his load onto them. Leaning over and shoving them into your mouth and throat. Slapping you when you spit it out, rubbing it on your entire face. This immediately takes you out of your daze for a couple moments.

“Spitting out your God’s offering? What happened to your promise about being a good girl?” was the last thing you heard him say before passing out.

#rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez x y/n #rick sanchez x you #rick sanchez x fem reader #rough smut #rick sanchez x reader smut #rick sanchez x you smut #rick sanchez x y/n smut #god rick sanchez #rick sanchez smut #hot rick sanchez #rick sanchez c137 #rick sanchez fanfic

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piki-miki · 6 months

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random rick doodles bc it's allowed i think (some of them are older)

kitties + someone called him dumdum

sober enough

he's so cute

TW: edgy su1c1d3 joke under this one

here it comes

uglyass

i drew this before s7 started... as a parody on those dreamworks posters... 💀💀💀💀💀

didn't bother to use ref for prime :*

#ok that's all for now #rick and morty fanart #rick sanchez #rick and morty #rick c137 #rick sanchez art #rick sanchez fanart #rick and morty art #rick sanchez c137 #rick's literally the only thing i draw these days

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cloudysarts · 5 months

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HAPPY 10TH BIRTHDAY RICK AND MORTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! only 90 years to go!!!!!!!!!

i wanted to do @sorrelpaws dtiys (check out the original over here) and just so happened to finish it on this anniversary!!!!! i cant believe theyre 10 yrs old already................they grow up so fast

(alt with slightly different colors under the cut. i couldnt decide ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

(pr0ship DNI)

#Rick and Morty #rnm #ram #srldtiys #Rick Sanchez #Morty Smith #Rick Sanchez C137 #Morty Prime #Morty Smith C137 #Rick C137 #Morty C137 #dtiys #ive never done a dtiys before!!!!! but sorrel is probably my fave artist in the rnm communtiy so i HAD to #(go check them out their coloring is PHENOMENAL)#i . kinda took some creative liberties here. oops

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something-ricked-this-way-comesx · 2 months

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Rick Sanchez x Self - Insert OC Fan-Fiction

Hey guys٫

I have 10 chapters released on wattpad of my self-insert OC x Rick Sanchez fan fiction - if you liked my Dick Prime excerpt chapter please go give it a read 💜

Heres a little summary for you;

Aurora Augustine is an interdimensional traveler from X-258 - a dimension beyond the central finite curve where she is the smartest woman in the universe. She also happens to be the Rick Sanchez' best friend - whom she hasn't seen in 6 years. Long story short, when a romance goes bad and Rick saves her from the former, she enters back into his life almost as if she never left. Rick proposes that in order for Aurora to stay with the Smiths - she has to help him as he re-starts up his plan to eliminate Rick Prime to finally get justice for his dead wife and daughter. Aurora agrees and Rick realizes that her presence in his life starts to bring up feelings that he long thought were dead.

As always any feedback is encouraged and MUCH appreciated.

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pondhue · 1 month

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(cropped) custom rick dakimura commission for @t4trick, thank you!

backside of the daki under the cut 😏

#i had a lot of fun working on this can u tell #>:)))))))#rick and morty #rick sanchez #rick and morty fanart #rick sanchez fanart #rick c137 #pondart #rick sanchez c137

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galaxywarp · 6 months

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So obviously we all have a million thoughts about the new episode but one that stood out a LOT to me is when Rick Prime said this:

“I miss when it was just you and me. The only two Ricks to actually invent portal travel.”

(*slight paraphrasing because I don’t have the episode in front of me rn)

We already knew that Rick Prime went around offering portal guns to various Ricks, and punishing the ones who refused to accept it. Before, i sort of assumed that there was a decent mixture of Ricks who invented portal travel themselves and Ricks who were “gifted” portal guns by other Ricks.

But now, that doesn’t seem to be the case. While I don’t think that Prime himself went around to every single Rick in the multiverse, he did seem to start the chain reaction of Ricks pulling other Ricks into the curse of inter-dimensional travel. He gives one Rick a portal gun. That Rick gives two more Ricks a portal gun. Then it spreads out exponentially from there.

Except for our Rick. C137. He never accepted a portal gun from anyone else. He built his own, all by himself, only knowing that the concept was somehow possible and having to figure out the math and science alone.

And that’s SO crazy to me. I mean, in every universe, Rick is credited as the smartest man ever usually BECAUSE of portal travel. But except for Prime and C137, all the other Ricks just….inherited it. They took the credit for what another version of themselves did, and spread it to other Ricks like a disease, but only Prime and C137 can truly say that yes, I actually invented portal travel.

Only Prime and C137 can truly call themselves the “Rickest Rick.” One says it with pride. The other says it with pain, behind the choked burn of the liquor he’s trying to drown himself in.

#rick and morty season 7 #rick and morty #rick sanchez #rick prime #rick c137

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bouncybongfairy · 3 months

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Pretty Please?

Rick Sanchez x Fem Reader

Summary: Summer asks you to pet sit her hamster while her family goes on vacation. Of course, you agree because you're such an amazing friend. Definitely not because you and her grandpa would have the entire house for yourselves.

Word Count: 2.0k+

TW: Intox Kink, Worship Kink, Masochism, Dumbification, Nasty Smut

Best Ref Account Ever: @kaionyx

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You were sitting with your friend group, eating lunch in the quad. Quite boring, the whole school seemed to be yearning for the end of the day. Summer was bragging about the ski trip her family would be leaving for, after school. In all honesty you truly couldn’t care less, happy for her, just not interested. Picking at your salad that had gone soggy as she went on and on.

“Do you think you could do me like a real solid?” she asks, resting her hand on your shoulder.

“What is it?” you asked with a sigh.

“Well, I need someone to come and feed my hamster while I'm gone. I was hoping because you're like, my best friend ever, if you would do that for me?” she asked, trying hard to butter you up.

“You want me to drive back and forth to your house to mine for 3 days?” you asked, trying to knock some sense into her.

“Oh my god obviously you can stay in my room,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Ugh isn’t your grandpa going to be there?” you asked.

“Yeah but he won’t come out of the garage. Please I’m literally begging you,” she pleaded, “What if I leave you an eighth of bud?” she whispered in your ear.

“Make it a quarter and I’ll do it,” you said, which delighted her beyond belief.

As soon as you got home, you started packing your bags. Starting to slightly regret ever agreeing to pet sitting. Folding your clothes and placing them neatly in your duffle. Suddenly it occurred to you that her grandpa would be home. Of course in front of Summer you put on a front like him being there would gross you out. When in reality every time you slept over at her house, you would find yourself staring at him. Taking in all his little details; like how far he spreads his legs when sitting on the couch. Or how his eyes dilate when he’s a little more than tipsy. Your mind started wondering about all the possibilities of how your visit would go. It wasn’t something you felt shame about. You had already made your way through all the halfway decent guys at your school. To be quite honest you’ve wanted to hookup with an older guy for a while. All the dudes you’d been with are just so inexperienced and you were tired of that.

Summer and her mom picked you up. She needed to show you around before leaving. Helping you with the bags, the two of you make your way to her bedroom. Where she gave you the weed she promised, even leaving her bong for you to smoke with. Showing you how to work the T.V and of course introducing you to Mr. Man the hamster. You laughed for a good five minutes over the name. Once she headed out with her family, you immediately started rolling up. Dumping the guts out her window, landing in Jerry’s garden, you felt bad but not really. As soon as you took a few hits off the blunt, you noticed it was strong. Giving you an intense head high, it did make you feel more relaxed. For a moment you were certainly feeling out of place. Getting bored, you start shuffling through your bag, looking for pajamas to wear. Immediately your mind went to Rick, thinking about what pare he would like the most. When you first got to the house, it felt wrong to think about him that way. After smoking, you really didn’t give a fuck. Even if Rick told Summer which is highly unlikely because.. Ew. Losing Summer’s friendship in exchange for hooking up with Rick sounded like a fair deal. You only took a couple hits off the blunt, after putting it out, you tuck it behind your ear. Making sure to stuff the lighter in your sock for safe keeping. Grabbing the hamster food, you put a couple scoops into his bowl.

“You’re such a cute little guy, i’m about to fuck your great-grandpa. Don’t tell mommy,” you baby talked to him through the glass while giggling.

Wearing a white oversize t-shirt with socks, you make your way down stairs. Hoping to run into him, the first place you checked was the kitchen. Even though you didn’t find him, it was a prime opportunity to raid the fridge. Taking a jar of pickles out and setting them on the counter before opening the freezer. Finding a dark green bottle with a white label with big X’s across it. Bringing it out and setting it on the counter with a crisp -clank- sound as the glass hit the counter. The bottle opened with a loud pop which made you giggle a bit. You brought it to your nose and immediately recoiled at the pungent aroma.

“Smells like fucking rubbing alochol,” you mutter to yourself, grabbing a cup and pouring some.

It wasn’t like you were a stranger to alcohol, you’d been drunk plenty of times. Thinking it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle, you chug what you had in the cup. You truly felt like the wind was knocked out of you. The coughing and gasping was only making your chest burn more. Taking a few sips of water from the sink to help wash it down. Similar to the weed, the effects of the alcohol were coming on quick and strong. Your cheeks were flushed and you no longer were worried about appearing sober. A gasp of excitement falls from your lips as you remember the existence of the pickles. Your mouth was salivating as you pulled one out of the jar.

“What are you doing?” a rough voice rang through the kitchen from the doorway. You jump, turning around to face him.

One of the first things you noticed about him was how tall he was. Seriously, his head nearly hit the fucking ceiling. Eyes had thick, dark circles underneath them; this only added to his grumpy edge-lord vibe. He was wearing a wifebeater tank that was smudged with black soot. Shamelessly staring at the dick print on his pants.

“I'm pet-sitting for Summer,” you said, unable to hide your giggles. He started walking towards you, till he was literally less than a foot in front of you. This wipes the smile off your face, he reaches out and grabs the bottle that was sitting on the counter behind you.

“You drank this?” he asked, his breath smelled just like the bottle.

“Yeah -hiccup- sorry, but is it okay if I have another sip?” you asked while reaching for the bottle. At first, Rick held it out of your reach but then changed his mind. Taking a few swings from the bottle and then handing it to you. His hand just barely touched your chest as he gave you the bottle. Instantaneously making you wet, well.. wetter.

“If you wanna drink yourself sick that’s your choice,” he said before turning and walking back to the garage.

Not quite done shooting your shot, you follow him. Due to the room being made entirely of concrete, it was freezing. It was then that you remember how little clothing you had on.

“Out!” he called out.

“I’m scared and lonely all by myself in there, pretty please let me stay?” you asked, which made him turn towards you. You could feel the heat build in your belly as he approached.

“Awe you’re just so scared? I think it’s slightly endearing how you’re trying to play innocent but I know a whore when I see one. No offense but you’re low hanging fruit,” he said, now towering over you with a smirk on his face.

“Fuck if you don’t wanna fuck me then why are you saying these thing, making me drip down my thigh?” you asked, reaching down to hook your hand onto his belt. He smacks your hand away before responding,

“I’m a fucking god, I have queens on thousands of planets offering their ass to me on a plater. Why would I stick my dick in you?” he asked. In response you poured out some of the bottle onto the floor, right onto his shoes. At first he looked livid, like he was going to lay into you but you interrupted him,

“Oops sorry I can be so dumb at times, let me clean that for you,” you said, getting onto your knees and bringing your tongue to his shoes. Licking the alcohol off them while looking directly up to him. He chuckled, like he was humored by your actions.

“Judging by how you’re throwing yourself at me, I bet you were craving my cock for weeks. Every time you’re here I always notice you staring at me, who would’ve known you had such nasty thoughts behind those pretty little eyes,” he said, tilting his head as he watched. Taking the blunt out from behind your ear and placing it between his lips.

“May I light that for you?” you asked, pressing your cheek to his shoe, trying your best to flash your doe eyes.

He used his finger to call you up. Scrambling to your feet, you pull the lighter out of your sock. Bringing the flame to his face, admiring his features in the orange glow. He looked so powerful and strong, you wanted him to tear you apart. He blew the smoke directly into your face, you took a playful bite out of the cloud. Grabbing the bottle from you, he pours more onto his shoes. You took his hint and went back down, now licking the bitter liquid off his other shoe. Taking you off guard, he brings his other foot and presses the soul into your neck. At first you were giggling, liking the way he was degrading you. This was until he began adding more pressure onto your airway. Even as you were gasping and wheezing, you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring him. The way his jaw went razor sharp while exhaling a cloud of smoke. Watching his facial expression twist from a small smile to full on beam. Your vision was becoming blurry and a familiar burning sensation radiating in your chest.

Finally removing the pressure from your neck, coughing as you regain your full consciousness and breath. He bent down and pulled you up to your feet. A mixture of inebriation and lack of oxygen to your blood made him need to support your weight partly. He grabbed your shirt and lifted it above your head and threw it to the ground. Still slightly light headed, he grabbed your jaw so he could stare directly into your eyes. Reaching his other hand down, and feeling the wetness between your folds. You shudder and let your mouth fall open, now fully aware. He was shocked by how wet you were. Completely untouched and being treated like an absolute dog and you were still hanging on to his every touch and word. Staring at him, half-lidded and willing to take anything he gave you. This was enough to send him into a feral state. Without saying anything he picked you up and bent you over the desk. He used his foot to push your legs apart. Bringing your arms behind yourself, using your hands to spread yourself open.

“Holy shit you’re such a deranged little cocksleeve, you just eat my abuse up huh,” he said, pulling his pants down and fucking the entire length of his cock into your pussy. You cry out from him practically ripping you in half. Tears sting into your eyes and your legs that are on their tiptoes begin shaking. A mixture of moans and choked sobs spill from your mouth. He lifts your upper body from laying against his desk to being pressed against his chest. Using your throat to secure you there while whispering into your ear,

“What’s wrong slut, I thought you wanted this. You wanna stop? Maybe you can’t handle it,” he practically growled, still keeping himself fully inside you.

“No. P-please,” you cried out, willing to do anything to get friction between your bodies.

“Oh? You want me to keep tearing you apart? Beg me to,” he said, tightening his grip on your throat.

“Please, I w-want you to destroy me!” you screamed out, willing to do anything to get him fucking into you.

Once the words left your mouth, he began pounding into you at an alarming rate. Your wetness was leaking down both of your inner thighs. Letting your body go limp, letting him do whatever he wanted. He kept your back pressed against his chest, admiring your chest bouncing as he killed your pussy. Feeling you stretch and tighten around his dick was driving him crazy. It was more than your physique that was satisfying him. It was the fact that you were so horny from being at his command and control. He liked how easy you were to manipulate, how willing you were to be turned into a braindead, cock hungry zombie. Feeling his orgasm nearing, his thrusts were becoming more erratic and sloppy. Fucking into you so hard that sound was involuntarily being forced out of you with every thrust. As you begin to cum, you start panting, completely blissed out. Feeling your cunt clamp down on his cock as you rode out your orgasm sent him over the edge. Filling you with hot cum, spilling out the sides of your pussy. After the encounter you completely blacked out, passed out. He let you stay slumped over that portion over the desk. Cum still leaking out of your abused hole. Simply pushing your body over to the side slightly after pulling his pants up. Reliting the blunt and ashing onto your ass before continuing working on his latest project.

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vatoffakeacid · 3 months

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Really wanted to explore some more wacky colors for this one :D

ALSO THANK YOU FOR ALL THE CONSTANT SUPPORT, YOU GUYS ARE ACTUALLY INSANE- 🥺 //POS

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rick fanart #morty fanart #morty c137 #rick and morty fanart #fanart #adult swim #cop rick #cop morty #gunk rick #gunk Morty #toxic morty #toxic rick #flesh curtains rick #shrimp Morty #exposed fish flesh #slight blood

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lienohr · 5 months

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My boyfriend, a literal goddess, a jobless nerd and a 1 inch Troll... Driving a robot in disguise... and they're all tired and thirsty from the 6-hour road trip...

#comfort character #rick and morty #rick sanchez c137 #osomatsu-san #choromatsu matsuno #godzilla #mothra queen of the monsters #kaiju #trolls band together #dreamworks trolls #trolls branch #fanart #illustration #art #crossover fanart

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