Call me Yuri, 19, Bisexual, Open to anything This is my personal nsfw blog that will mainly have hentai, yaoi, yuri, fandom related content. You can ask me anything you like and hopefully this will be a pleasant experience for everyone, if you have any specific tags you want me to include I'm more than happy to accommodate you
While they all love to fuck into your pretty cunt and stuff you full of their eggs, the bee hybrids are into whatever you like, and it’s very cute to watch them come undone on your strap.
They have such cute butts, all soft and squishy and they’re so fluffy! Playing with their soft flesh as your strap kisses their cute asshole before pushing in~
You hold onto their hips, watching their cocks bounce and wiggle as you fuck into them. It’s the best when they’re riding you, and you just adore leaving their cocks unattended. They dribble precum and twitch with need, desperate to be touched while you’re using their hole.
At first they’re a bit nervous, but soon they come to you, all pouty and needy. They want their queen to fuck them good, and some even beg to be filled with YOUR eggs while they cum!
And they’re so cute when they go down on your strap, using their long tongues and taking it down their throat. You love when they look up at you with their big, innocent eyes and ask if you’re feeling good, despite the fact your cock is just a strap.
Ahh… imagine them fighting over who gets to be inside your pussy and who takes your strap… jealous boys!
I’ve seen so much Morty sucking Rick’s dick underneath his desk… BUT GUYS… THINK ABOUT THIS, WHAT ABOUT RICK SUCKING MORTYS DICK UNDERNEATH MORTYS DESK WHILE HES PLAYING FORTNITE?!
HUH⁉️⁉️⁉️ WHAT ABOUT THAG GUYS⁉️⁉️⁉️ I SAY RICK AND MORTY EQUAL DICK SUCKING 💥💥
it’s always ‘shut up’ and ‘go away, i’m streaming!’ anymore. all the fucking time. like, didn’t the little bitch want more adventures with grandpa just a few weeks ago? he has a few good days streaming his dumb game out to an audience who, quite frankly, rick is quite suspicious of, and suddenly morty’s scheduling his week out and going on about affiliate programs and partnerships and blah blah blah.
rick has to admit, there’s a little something that comes out when morty’s having fun and in his element that’s entertaining to watch. rick thinks he’s concluded this beyond his own bias, after scrutinizing every second of morty’s little live sessions, reading every chatter’s comment, observing morty’s attempt to work an audience and be mildly good at video games at the same time. morty was getting better at it quickly, and there was a delectable bit of charm to witness that — and rick was going to thoroughly investigate each of the motherfuckers interacting with him.
anyway. that’s all to say, when morty hits his first hype train and he’s got a bunch of perverts and twelve-year-olds and no in-between spamming chat, it seems like a good time to appear at his doorway. he leans against the entrance with arms crossed and smirks at morty sitting there with huge headphones on his head, hyper-focused on his screen, grinning like an idiot. rick only has to wait a couple seconds before morty’s eyes flit to him in sudden notice. they only widen marginally, his mouth quirks just a little, and he barely stumbles into the thing he was going to say next: “y-you guys are seriously awesome! that’s another hour on the timer!”
hm. impressive.
rick pushes off the door frame and walks forward; he knows just where he needs to stop to not enter frame — by god he has the fucking background view of morty’s room at a specific angle memorized now — but morty’s shoulders hike and rick sees his left arm twitch up toward the camera mounted on his monitor.
before he can panic too much, rick drops to his knees. it’s… he’d only do this because morty is truly only at rick’s whim right now. but morty still better appreciate the way he fucking crawls toward him, crawls to get to morty. yes, he fucking better appreciate the way rick intends to humiliate him tonight.
perhaps comprehending rick’s intention to stay a secret to the audience, morty relaxes some.
“chargo1, thanks for another gift! oh, aw geez, don’t forget to thank your gifters!”
rick’s crouched next to his desk. he reaches a hand out to touch morty’s thigh, intending to prompt him to move it aside for him. he’s met with a shake of his leg.
“one second, need a drink!”
morty rises out of his chair slightly and reaches for one of the soda cans resting on his computer, but doesn’t grab one. face out view for a second, he shoots rick a look that begs: what the fuck?
it pains rick a little to think of the cute angle the perverts watching his grandson are getting right now. it’s more than they should get, but morty’s here dragging things out and being dramatic. he doesn’t even take a drink, but keeps staring in bewilderment at rick.
rick takes the opportunity to wedge himself under the desk, then he grabs morty’s legs and tugs him back down. he gives a little out loud ‘oomf!’ and rick can practically hear him scramble to recover the flow of his stream.
“okay let’s get back to it, we got— we got more skins to test out too!”
rick’s hands take hold of his knees and he slowly pushes them apart. morty doesn’t resist. in fact, morty says, “let’s take a break from the hardcore shit though, right? hah hah.”
rick leans forward and presses his face to the crotch of morty’s jeans and sniffs hard. god… the sweet tang of morty neglecting his showers for video games. it’s like rick’s snorting something divine that just makes him sick in the head. morty squirms in his chair a little, but rick just breathes him in more, lungs filling with the air down here at morty’s junk. then he mouths at his jeans, where he can feel the little press of morty under fabric. his dick is twitching with increasing relentlessness as his pants are wettened and sucked at.
morty keeps speaking to his chatters. “yeah, you guys feel me. let’s relax for the um, the whole extra hour we got thanks to all those gifted subs!”
rick tugs at morty’s zipper, stomach practically growling with the need to get a bite of him. he won’t let himself have him for too long though, so he’ll need to savor this.
above, morty keeps yapping: “yeah, you all seriously made my night!”
and rick growls and yanks at his clothes to get to him faster.
“ah— aww geez-!” morty’s legs clench up on either side of rick. rick puts him in his mouth, making his whole body tense up with sudden overstimulation. morty tastes as delicious as he smells, and it’s sooo good on rick’s senses even when he’s crammed under a desk and he just felt a sharp pain in the middle of his back. he wants it to last a long time but it can’t.
because the thing is, morty’s been blowing rick off a fucking ton to do this streaming shit. morty could’ve had his dick sucked like ten times this last week if he’d given rick a damm second of his time. morty’s new fixation has been getting in the way of too damn much.
it’s self-sabotage, really. morty is hurting himself and rick showed up tonight to do a little course correcting.
morty’s legs are spread limply off the sides of the chair now while rick’s head is down between them. his commentary to the chatters has suddenly become so blithe that rick hardly hears it. or maybe it’s the hot thrumming in his own ears as he sucks morty’s cock. the whole thing just in his mouth, brought to twitching and leaking within minutes. fuck, it’s so fun! rick’s head doesn’t have a lot of room, but he pulls back as much as he can to press his tongue flat against the top half of morty’s cock and slide onto him, sloppy and intense, over and over.
“ohh, fuck,” morty breathes the words lowly and with a tremble in his voice, then he looses a small, desperate whine. his hips give a satisfying jerk when he comes, and rick slowly, lovingly helps himself to all that morty has to offer, until he feels the last throb against his tongue.
he doesn’t seal morty’s pants back up, but starts to move anyway. quickly, before he can decide to throw out his long game and yank morty off his chair and fuck him proper.
when he’s definitely out of frame, rick rises to his feet and looks back at morty. he’s staring plainly at him with dazed eyes, face so flushed he looks feverish. rick sees in his bliss-fading stare that morty wants more, needs more, and fucking remembers who to get it from. and so rick is satisfied for now.
morty’s eyes flit back to the screen and he gasps. “what— wait, who gifted more? fuck, sorry guys! i kind of— kind of zoned out for a bit!”
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