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Morty bathing our Ricky because he's so so sick and such a mess, and he smells like illness and sneezes and snot and he has snot and spit on him, all over. And he just needs a really nice warm bath. He's so sniffly and whimpery and teary eyed, the hot water and steam turns his young skin so pink, he's so tender and fragile. He just needs his grandpa to care for him.

And grandpa Morty carries him STRAIGHT to bed, because he's coughing like he needs to sneeze so bad, but he wants to be safe in their room together for it. And he sneezes a couple times before they make it, so big and loud and hard that Grandpa Morty has to stop and wait for it to pass, he almost pitches him right off his feet! Poor thing, so out of control. Grandpa morty soothes him and keeps moving, finally making it in there but being so overwhelmed by how hot that was that theyre both squirming too much.

Ricky just whines that he needs to sneeze more, and his old man helps him push it out, tickles under his nostrils and holds onto his boy as he sneezes again and again and makes such a mess out of what they JUST cleaned up. Poor sick boys, now he's gonna infect his old man with what he has.

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rick and morty the type of show to give you a grandpa kink

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When he uses my daddy issues to his advantage❤️❤️❤️

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I'll still love you even when the only warmth that's present in your lifeless body comes from my cock.

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Ok but why are the suckers and losers trying to kill me today

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Someone teasing me incessantly would be heaven right now. I want to be mocked and made fun of for every movement of my hips and every time I squirm in their arms.

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Ada M. Patterson, the hammeress in a state of disgrace, digital video, audio, 2024

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nothing worse than when someone hits you with the “as long as you’re not into rape, incest, or like ageplay!” like damn bro thats my big three!

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rage baiting your man into fucking you >>>>>>>>>

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Cuteness aggression so bad I need to bash his head into the pavement.

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Heey! Love your art ✨ I was wondering have you done any prime and Rick /prickcest? 😊😻

Hello! I have actually! One of my favs ships too :3

This will be a good excuse to show these off lol

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Could you do a small fic about bladder control? Sorry if this is an odd request lol but i think morty would like the feeling and rick would enjoy the control over morty

HI NOT ODD AT ALL i love bodily fluids. i love pee and vomit. please feel free to ask me for anything gross always

it’s just a quick trip to the convenience store, he could hold it, he was sure. rick needed batteries. he always needed batteries. why hasn’t he invented something that can create batteries yet? the pace to the car was fine, his bladder was completely under control. the drive there was bumpy, sure, but nothing crazy. rick didn’t specify how far they’d actually be going. morty started to panic once they passed the final of the third con-stores near their house. “rick, how far are we going?” morty watched through the window, tried not to sound too nervous. rick didn’t even look his way before responding. “space. where else? i need good batteries, not the cheap, low grade shit that earth stores sell.” morty’s face contorted into that of fear, then rested into calm as he reassured himself they’d be back fast. nothing to be worried about.

he was wrong about that, of course. they were an entire hour into driving and there were no signs of stopping anytime soon. his bladder was full and it was starting to get uncomfortable—mostly. when he shifted a certain way, his pajama pants would rub against him in a really, really nice way. and when he pushed the piss right against his bladder, ready to burst, and then sucked it back inside himself, well, that felt even better. rick noticed his shifting, and, after confirming that he wasn’t masturbating, he said something. “what’s wrong with you?” eyebrows raised, expression void of any real concern. “n—nothing. shut up.” morty snapped back, having been pulled out of his trance… rick looks confused, now, because that was unwarranted, even for morty. “alright, what is it, spit it out. you’re shifting like crazy. do—do you need to pee? do you want a—a piss eating caterpillar?” he started to rummage through his glove compartment, but morty grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “no! no. it feels..good..” he mumbled.

“good?” rick looked disgusted. just for a second. only for a second. “good..?” he asked again, to no one, really. just talking to himself. “it feels good?”

“christ, yes! it feels good! leave me alone!” morty’s face flushed red. he stopped his moving and averted his gaze from ricks.

rick parked the car. morty jumped at the sudden halt. “why’d you stop?”

rick gave no time for explanation. he unbuckled morty’s seatbelt and brought him over into his lap, trying not to be handsy, failing miserably. “it feels good, huh?” morty nodded, slow. unsure where this was going. “does it feel good when I do this…” rick pressed his palm down onto morty’s bladder and morty arched back, covered his mouth before he yelped. “jesuschrist, yes,”

“yeah?” rick grinned, holding onto morty’s waist now. “the drive back home is pretty long…and there aren’t any bathrooms in the store, im sure of that. you’re gonna have to hold it, kiddo.” he said that, right as he pushed down unkindly hard on morty’s bladder. a little piss fought its way out and trickled down morty’s pajama pants. just a little. “you’re ready to burst, look at that…”

“please, god,”

“ill give you two options: ready?” morty nodded, dazed, just wanting to relieve himself (even though it felt incredible).

“you can piss yourself right now, or you can wait until we’re back home—no, you don’t get a change of clothes.”

morty hit his lip. tears welled up in his eyes. he couldn’t hold it for another two and a half hours, not a chance in hell. he wasn’t going to piss himself either, though. at least, he thought he wasn’t. his bladder had other plans. he couldn’t help it when his underwear slowly got soaked in urine, and then that urine spilled its way out of his pants, and created a warm, wet puddle on his grandpa’s lap. “fuck, sorry..” he groaned.

“don’t be sorry, you did what i asked you to.” rick rubbed morty’s back, like consoling a distressed toddler.

morty sniffled, buried his face in rick’s chest. half out of love, half out of embarrassment. but, even as embarrassed as he was, he was sure he wanted to do that again. maybe even a little rougher next time…

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I've been bored lately. Maybe tongue-fucking someone's slit throat will fix it

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rick walking in on morty changing

initially, he would apologize and turn around—a normal reaction, something anyone would do to help ease the embarrassment. but what if morty stops him, grabs his wrist, pulls him back in? rick hitches his breath and asks what morty thinks he’s doing, and morty just stutters—as he always does—and says he doesn’t know, but he doesn’t want rick to go. he liked the feeling that laid in his gut when rick eyed him just a second too long, a second longer than anyone would. morty’s biting at his lip, fidgeting with his fingers before he pulls his shirt completely off, discards it to the side. rick breathes in, eyes focusing on his grandson’s small stomach, smooth skin that is now exposed, all for him. he should put an end to this now, he thinks. tell morty it was a mistake, heat of the moment. it would never happen again. but that isn’t what he does, and if god is real, he’s surely damning him to hell when he paces over to morty, caresses his cheek and eyes him like a hungry animal before tugging on his jeans as an indicator to take them off, too..