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Hi love how are you? Hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself❤️

I was wondering if you would write about jesse cromeans x reader were the reader found out about Jesse's hobbies,after years of relationship and she decided to break up with him (in one condition she wouldn't rat him out).

And Jesse had been keeping a close eye on her (stalking her ect), till he noticed how she started forming a bump (lol she's pregnant) so he decides to start sending her baby things yk

(a crib, toys, high chair ect.ect) at her door step (like it's he's kind of way to tell her that hey yk ik you don't want me no more and shit but I still wanna make sure u have everything you need lol)

And you take it from there feel free to delete this if you don't like it or just don't wanna write about ❤️I do still enjoy all of your work your blog is amazing and so is your writing 🥰and congratulations on hitting 100 followers.

I do really hope more people would notice your blog YOU DESERVE IT AFTER ALL ❤️❤️

A/n: (WHEWWWWWW I’ve been gone for a hot minute I apologize everyone. Anyway as you requested my darling I’m sorry it took me so long to write.)

JESSE CROMEANS X PREGNANT!READER

WARNINGS: talks of murder, Jesse is obsessed with you (lucky), kissing,kidnapping, sexual themes.

A WEEK AGO

I’m….pregnant? Looking down at the positive pregnancy test. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! What do I do? I can’t tell him can I? Shit. I look at myself in the mirror. I smile and throw away the pregnancy test hiding it under more trash.

Your boyfriend loves you of course you know that but you guys never discussed pregnancy. He never discussed kids and neither did you…sighing I brush my teeth to get rid of the throw up taste in my mouth. How was I gonna tell him. Maybe I should surprise him?

I walk out of the bathroom and into our bedroom I look at him and I smile. He looks up at me smirking patting the spot next to him. I giggle hoping into bed with him. “How was your day princess?” He signs before kissing down the front of my neck to my cleavage. Running my fingers along his back. “It was good….really..really busy” yeah and I’m pregnant.

He nods before pulling you into a kiss, smiling I wrap my arms around his neck. He pulls me on top of him he slides his hands up your nightgown before flipping me onto my back, I start giggling. The next morning I jolt awake. I look beside me seeing him gone. Ah he must’ve already left. I see a note confirming my thoughts

It says “had to leave for work, love you I’ll call you later” I smile before seeing his laptop open…smiling to myself can’t help but snoop. I grab it and open it. Oh it’s his email, must’ve forgotten to close it. I see a email that catches my eye. I click on it.

Horrified, no…..it was a video of Jesse murdering a woman…he threw her onto the ground before raising his knife in the air and plunging it into her head. Gagging I close the video and slam the laptop closed.

I run to the bathroom to throw up.

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Sitting across from him at dinner i held the pregnancy test in your pocket. I stared at him as he typed away on his phone before finally turning to look at you. “We should discuss something” Jesse stared for a minute before typing away on his phone before playing it “we can discuss it later princess” no now Jesse” he sighed before nodding

“I know…..” that’s all I said…it’s all I could really say in the moment. He stared at me before pulling out his phone typing “and?” “And? Really Jesse?” He stared before cracking his neck. “I don’t think I can be involved with you…anymore”

“And I promise I won’t tell”….he stood walking over to me before nodding “as long as you keep your mouth shut princess…it won’t be a problem”

Little did you know Jesse was fuming.

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I was working to jobs right now to afford this shit hole of an apartment. That I shared with my shitty roommate. With the baby on the way I’m wasn’t sure if I could pull off being a single mom. Jolting awake rushing to the bathroom I feel dizzy and nauseated. I hunch over the toilet before throwing up. I sit on the floor of the bathroom…my belly is slightly bigger now.

Standing up I look at myself in the mirror frowning before brushing my teeth and getting dressed for work. Grabbing my brush I put my hair into a low pony tail. As I struggle to tie my sneakers I hear my door bell ring. Sighing I drop my shoes before walking over to the door looking through the peep hole seeing nothing.

“Hm.”

Opening the door I see a box, tilting my head I bring the box inside opening it. It’s…filled with bath bombs, robe, tea, and looking at the card it says “relax you deserve it” smiling assuming it’s from your mom. Grabbing your phone your shove it into your purse before putting on flats giving up in sneakers.

Walking out of the house the waddling down towards the bus stop. Where I sat down and waited for my bus to arrive.

*In the distance there the soft hun the an engine, Jesse watches you from a black Bentley. He takes a puff from the cigarette he was smoking to watch as you get onto the bus he starts his car following after the bus. Once the bus stops and you hop out he parks the car watching you walk past shops to get to your work.

He notices you looking at a summer dress in the stores window. Smiling he watches you sigh before walking away.*

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I sighed as I scrubbed the tables in the diner I work for. Humming as I wipe down the tables grabbing the menus, I walk over to the kitchen the head chef barb stops me “hey hun how ya feeling” I smile rubbing my back I laugh “oh you know the same old stuff” she smiles and hands me a iced tea and a plate of cookies “go take a break hun and eat”

Smiling I nod taking them from her, I sit she smiles they brought a chair back here so I could sit whenever needed. I munch on the cookies happily taking a sip as I stuff the cookies into my mouth. Barb laughs before continuing to work.

Suddenly our boss is in kitchen “get back to work all of ya!?”

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I sighed softly as I unpackaged the 15th box to arrive this week…I didn’t buy any of this baby stuff and when I asked my mother who was sending it she just said no. I scratched my head trying to figure out how to put this crib together. To be fair I wasn’t doing to well on my own. I was worried about how I’d be able to afford all this. You’d think with two jobs I’d be able to support myself. Suddenly my phone rings I sigh standing walking over to it answering the phone.

“Hello?”

I hear nothing…I’ve been hoping Jesse would reach out I looked at all the baby stuff before breaking out into tears shake as I ball into my hands. I thought I could do this. I caress my bump humming as I try to gather myself. “We’re gonna be okay”

Jesses fist is clenched tightly as he watches through the camera. Jesse was not gonna just sit by anymore you are his. He look over to span and Preston before standing. He grabbed Preston by the collars and ordered him to get the car ready.

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Hearing a crash I jolted up holding my stomach I look around confused before standing up the night gown I’m wearing is stretched over my belly. “Hello?” I wa all into the hallway seeing a trail of blood. My eyes widen in shock following the blood. I walk into the kitchen to see Jesse hunched over my dead roommate. He notices me and we just sit there staring at one another. He inhales the smell of you filling his nostrils. God hes missed you.

Staring down at him you don’t know what to say…horrified but happy? Like horrified he murdered your roommate but happy to see him? He stands slowly as if you’ll run away. “Hey princess” he signs I feel tears in my eyes…he approaches before he pulls you into a hug. I lay my head on his chest sighing suddenly trying to pull away when I feel a prick in my neck.

“Ouch…what the hell was that!”

“Just a light sedative…I’m bringing you home.” He types quickly before he grab you and carries you bridal style out of the apartment and to the car he sets you in slowly before buckling you in. He smiles his hand touches your stomach. He takes off his mask placing a kiss on your forehead. I placed his mask back on walking over to the drivers side opening the door he sits down looking over at you closing the door.

He starts driving back home…

He contacted spann typing out “I have her…prepare for her arrival.”

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spiteless-xo · 9 months

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╰┈➤ the point (e) - tbaw. ⋙ an alternate version of chapter 29 where jean and reader's conversation takes place in eren's special spot and things get a little spicy.

why was it deleted. it didn't make sense. there was no reason why reader/jean would hook up at the point aside from making eren miserable lol smut at this point in the story also didn't totally make sense to me and i didn't like how reader initiated it and i didn't like some of the things that happened (from a plot-perspective), so if i wanted to keep it, it would've needed major re-writes anyway. also i think i wrote this with one hand because it is so FILTHY ahhhhhhhhh writing up the content warnings made me blush. this is completely self-indulgent, i'm sorry, i can't be normal about this man. what changed. instead of inviting jean over to reiner's, reader tells jean to pick her up. ft. fem!reader, jean. cw. unedited, fem!reader, explicit language, explicit sexual content (mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, "just the tip", creampie, cum-eating, oral, face-sitting, ass-eating, vaginal sex, dirty talk, rough sex, light choking, dacryphillia, degradation/name-calling: fuck toy, a bit of ass-play but not anal, multiple orgasms, potential dub-con in the beginning, almost fisting?? 4 fingers, mini-facial, overstimulation, jean kirstein has a big dick). 6,388 words.

Please remember that this scene was deleted for a reason and that nothing that happens here occurs in the actual story posted on AO3. This is just fun bonus content for people who are interested in reading more.

context. After work, Jean picks up Reader and she gives him directions to The Point, Eren's special spot.

He squeezes your hand tightly, shifting his gaze away from your face and out the front windshield of his car. “I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

“You won’t,” you insist, leaning forward in your seat. “No matter what, I promise, we will always be friends.”

Jean turns back to face you, leaning forward until his forearm is resting on the centre console. His eyes waver from your eyes to your lips and back again, and you watch his throat bobbing as he swallows. “I miss you,” he says quietly. “I miss you so fucking much.”

“I haven’t gone anywhere, dummy,” you whisper as your eyes flutter shut, both of you leaning forward until your lips meet and -- fuck -- you missed this.

You missed the way his lips move against yours and the way his stubble scratches your face. You missed the way his tongue swipes across your lip before diving into your mouth and the way his hand cups your face to pull you tighter into him.

You find yourself moaning into the kiss as he presses forward, body leaning awkwardly across the console. He tugs you closer to him with his firm hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss as you clutch at his shirt.

Jean pulls away suddenly, sitting back against his seat and running both hands through his hair. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” you ask, annoyed.

“I didn’t bring you here to hook up -- I wanted to sort things out. I just wanted to talk to you and apologize but now…” he gestures vaguely to his lap and you laugh.

You’re not sure what’s come over you all of a sudden, it’s like you’re in a daze. You want Jean, desperately. After getting a taste of what it’s like to be intimate with him, you feel like you can’t get enough. Even though you know this is a bad idea, it’s like you can’t control yourself.

You reach across the centre console to press your hand on his thigh and he sits up quickly in his seat as you palm at him through his dress pants. He groans, covering his eyes with his palm, “I don’t think we should do this if we’re both all fucked up,” he says as his hips buck against your touch. “I feel like we haven’t resolved anything.”

Jean’s breath hitches in his throat as you undo his belt, biting his lip as you drag his zipper down across his crotch. “Come on,” he says, although it sounds like more of a whimper. “We should talk.”

You slide your hand under the waist and of his underwear, gripping around his semi-hard cock as he squirms in his seat. You give him a few firm strokes before his other hand comes down around your wrist, stilling you.

He hisses your name as his hand squeezes hard around your wrist and he lowers his other hand from his face to look over at you. “Are we good?”

“We’ve already talked to death,” you hum, brushing Jean’s hand away from you so you can continue your long, slow, strokes. “Everything’s out in the open now, right? We both know what’s going on in eachothers’ heads.”

“I guess,” he groans, head falling back against the headrest as he clenches his hands into fists at his sides. “I feel like we still have a lot to talk about.”

You start to jerk him a little faster as you feel him growing and hardening against your palm. “I think it will take more than just talking to figure this out.”

“Ok,” he says, voice strained. “What do I have to do?”

You can feel him throbbing in your hand as you stroke along his length, precum leaking from his tip. “I don’t know, Jean, but I think it’s going to be a long and hard road.”

He laughs, rolling his head to the side to look over at you and his eyes are dark and heavy. “Fuck, eh? What about fast and rough, too?”

Jean hisses when you run your thumb across his slit, smearing the precum across his head before continuing your strokes. You can feel your panties growing damp between your thighs as you watch Jean’s face flush in arousal.

“We shouldn’t do this,” he groans, biting his lip hard as you squeeze your hand around his cock.

“It’s ok,” you say, horny and desperate. “We can just touch each other. We don’t have to have sex. It’s just relief.”

Jean is already weak from the way your hand has been pumping around his dick, so it only takes the flimsiest of excuses to get him to cave in.

“Yeah -- shit -- ok. Sit on my lap, let me touch you.”

You don’t waste any time, scrambling over the centre console of his car as he slides his chair back to give you room to sit on his lap. You’re thankful you decided to wear a dress today when he pushes the fabric up around your waist with one hand as the other reaches down to rub you through your underwear.

“Shit, you’re already so wet,” he groans, breathing hard as he looks at you.

You laugh airly as you continue to jerk your hand along his cock. “Feeling you get hard in my hand -- feeling you grow, like that, was so fucking hot.”

He laughs too, tonguing his cheek as he looks at you, smug. “Yeah? You like feeling how hard I get for you?”

Jean pushes his fingers gently against your entrance through the thin fabric of your underwear as the heel of his hand grinds into your clit. You try to respond to his question, but your words turn into a strangled moan.

“I like feeling how wet you get for me -- fucking soaked, eh?” he teases, still pushing against the resistance of the fabric. “Pretty little pussy just gets so wet for me,” he groans, eyes alight with mischief. “You ever squirt before?”

His question makes your whole body enflame in embarrassment and your hand stutter along his cock. “I -- what?”

“I said,” he laughs, “Have you ever squirted before?”

You shake your head in small, quick motions as your hips grind down against his hand. “Never.”

“Never,” he repeats, tsking. “I bet I could make you squirt.”

Your whole body trembles in a mixture of fear and anticipation as his eyes turn dark and predatory. He starts to gently push his fingertips inside of you, through the nylon of your underwear and it has you gasping and grinding down on him in need.

“Come on, keep touching me,” he urges, dropping his hand from your waist to grip around yours on his cock. You didn’t realize you had stopped moving until he pointed it out, you’re too lost from his lewd words and teasing fingers.

“Can’t focus, eh?” he laughs, hand wrapped around yours to help jerk himself off as his other hand keeps pushing into you. Your hand is so small wrapped in his and his pace is so much quicker -- tighter.

You pull your hand out from under his to grab at the hem of your dress, pulling it up over your head and tossing it off to the side. Jean’s hand instantly reaches to cup at your breast through your bra, biting his lip as he holds back a groan while you work on unbuttoning his shirt.

“Your tits are so nice,” he says, pinching at your nipple through the thin fabric. “Show me them.”

You follow his command immediately, hands reaching behind your back to unclip your bra before tossing it off to the side with your dress. Jean shrugs his shirt off his shoulders, removing his hand from your crotch just to toss his shirt into the backseat. He grins in excitement, thumb brushing across your already hardened nipple as his other hand finally slides into your underwear to cup at your bare pussy.

“So obedient,” he coos, pushing two fingers inside of you as you gasp against his chest, hands gripping tightly around his shoulders. “What else would you do for me?”

“Anything,” you gasp, grinding down on his hand. “Anything, Jean.”

“Then touch me,” he growls, eyes narrowing. “Don’t make me ask you again.”

You bring one hand up to your mouth, spitting into your palm before reaching down with both hands to grab at Jean’s cock. He groans in approval, head falling back against the headrest of his seat as his dick twitches against your palm.

“Shit, yeah, just like that,” he grunts, fingers pumping into your pussy at the same pace as your hands around his cock.

You let your eyes fall closed as the two of you fall into a rhythm with your motions, breathing hard like you’re suffocating as you imagine Jean’s thick veiny cock pushing inside of you instead. Your pussy squeezes around his fingers as you do and his hips jerk against you in response.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, eyes shut as he lets his head fill with lewd thoughts. “Tell me.”

“You,” you whimper, leaning forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder as Jean pushes a third finger into you. “Fucking you -- riding your cock until you make me cum. You’re so fucking big, Jean, I need you inside of me.”

His voice is just a low grumble when he responds. “Fuck -- I bet you’re so good at riding.”

“I’m so good,” you whimper as his hand falls from your breasts to your ass. “So good, Jean.”

“Yeah,” he pants, hips jerking against you as your hands squeeze tighter. “You’d make my cock so messy with this pussy.”

“Yes, yes,” you say mindlessly.

“Do you hear how fucking wet you are for me?” he groans, and you do -- you do, and it would be so embarrassing if Jean didn’t love it so much. “Fuck, I want to feel you squeezing like this around my cock.”

You lift your head from his shoulder to attack his lips. Your kiss is hungry -- messy -- just a tangle of lips and tongue and teeth as you try to devour one another in your lust-filled haze. Jean’s cock is spilling with precum, coating your hands as you jerk along his length and making you so fucking needy for him.

“Fuck me, Jean,” you whimper, barely pulling away to speak. “Please, I need you.”

You remove your hands from around his dick and push his hand away from you despite your body’s needy protests to stay filled. Shoving your underwear to the side, you lift your hips and angle Jean’s cock at your entrance. Just as you’re about to lower down on him, he fists around the head of his cock, stilling your descent.

“No, we can’t,” he groans, but the head of his cock is already buried inside of you and you’re squeezing him so fucking good, he’s not sure he can resist. “We can’t have sex.”

“Please, Jean,” you whine, grinding against his fist as you try to push as much of him inside of you as you can. Just the tip isn’t enough, but fuck, you’ll make it work if you have to.

One hand grips tightly at his shoulder for stability as your other hand reaches down to rub needily at your clit. Your pussy pulses and squeezes around the head of Jean’s cock and his hips twitch in need.

“Fuck!” he groans, grabbing so hard at your ass that you know he’s going to leave bruises on your skin. “I’m already close, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“I want you to,” you pant, grinding down against his fist. “Please, Jean.”

He moves his grip from your hip to your shoulder, pushing you back until you're lying against the steering wheel. Then he slides his hand back down around your waist to hold you in place.

“Don’t move,” he hisses and you nod obediently.

Jean starts to jerk himself off roughly, keeping the tip of his cock inside of you as he grunts and groans. “Fuck, you look so hot,” he pants, eyes roaming across your body and biting his lip hard before spilling his cum into you with a shuddered gasp.

You can feel each spurt as his cock twitches inside of you and it feels so hot and lewd and you want more. You trust that Jean will take care of you when he’s finished, so you just watch as his face, neck, and chest bloom dark red and his eyes scrunch shut from the pleasure of his orgasm. His mouth falls open into a perfect o-shape and you can’t help but clench around him at the sight.

“Fuck,” he pants, pulling his cock out from inside of you. He lets you rest on his thighs as he throws his head back, running both hands through his hair to push the sweaty strands off of his face. “Sorry,” he breathes, hand reaching down to recline his seat fully until he’s laying back.

“It’s ok,” you say, leaning forward to rest your hands on his chest as you feel his release sliding down your thighs.

He hooks both arms between your legs and around your thighs, suddenly pulling and dragging you up his body until you’re sitting on his chest. “Come on,” he says, voice low and husky, “Let me clean you up.”

Your body burns in embarrassment but you allow him to drag you further up his body until your hips are hovering just above his face. He shoves your underwear into the crease of your thigh and looks up at you.

“Jean, are you—“

“Sit down,” he grunts and you lower your filthy pussy down onto his face.

It’s so fucking sexy that you feel like you’re losing your mind. Jean’s tongue laps at your entrance, eating his cum out from inside of you and you can already feel your thighs shaking on either side of his head.

His large hands grab at your waist, pulling you down hard against his face until you’re certain he can’t breathe, but he keeps going. Tonguing and sucking and moaning into you as he worships your pussy with his mouth.

Trembling, you reach one hand down to fist around a handful of his hair while you press the palm of your other hand on the roof of the car, stabilizing yourself as your hips rock against his tongue.

“Jesus Christ, Jean,” you whimper, eyes clenching shut as you feel the steady build of pleasure in your gut.

Jean licks up to your clit, taking the swollen, aching nub into his mouth and sucking on it gently as you moan above him. He presses his tongue flat against it before gently shaking his head from side to side.

“Ahh — fuck, Jean!” you cry, feeling your pleasure build and build as he moans against your skin.

Jean’s eyes flutter open to look at you, watching you whining and whimpering above him with your head thrown back. Each noise you make makes all the blood in his head flow down to his cock. His hips buck up into nothing, desperate for stimulation as your tangy wetness lays heavy on his tongue.

You’re literally riding his face at this point, your pussy smearing against his chin as you rock against his tongue, so eager — so fucking eager to cum for him. It’s making him absolutely feral for you and you can feel it in the way his blunt nails dig into your skin.

Your whole body shakes when you finally cum, gasping and panting as you clench against his face, dripping more wetness against his chin as every nerve ending in your body explodes at once. Jean keeps his steady rhythm on your clit until each movement has you twitching and crying out from overstimulation.

Pleased, but unsatisfied, Jean’s hands shift from your waist to your ass, spreading you open and grabbing the string of your thong to pull it aside. He slides your hips forward until his mouth is pressing sloppy, wet kisses against your asshole.

“Jesus, Jean!” you cry out, hips involuntarily grinding down against his face.

Jean starts with wet, open-mouth kisses first before you start to feel his warm, slick tongue pressing against your sensitive hole. Again and again, each kiss pushing his tongue against you until finally slipping past the tight muscle inside of your body.

His grip on your body tightens as he pulls you tight against his face, tongue swirling inside of you as you writhe and cry out above him. Fuck — you’ve never had anyone eat your ass like this before and it’s so lewd and sexy and fuck, you should’ve expected this from Jean.

Your grip around his hair tightens and he groans against your skin, tongue gently fucking inside of you as you whimper and squirm. It’s so hot you can’t even think, just feeling the burn of heat throughout your body and Jean’s fingers digging into the meat of your ass. You bring your hand down between your legs to swirl your fingers against your clit, eager to cum again on Jean’s face.

This orgasm is more intense than the last, your whole body pulsing with pleasure as you squeeze around Jean’s tongue. He groans in approval, pushing his tongue deep inside of you as you shake and cry above him.

His movements slow to a stop as you fall forward, both hands gripping hard on to the headrest as you try to calm your spinning head. Jean gently shifts your hips back until you’re sitting on his chest and you make the mistake of looking down at his face.

His entire face is flushed with arousal, the lower half slick and shining with your juices. His pupils are so blown-out that his eyes are just two dark pools of lust as he pants between your thighs.

“Fuck,” he groans, leaning forward to sink his teeth gently into the meat of your inner thigh. “Do you want to keep going?”

You offer a jerky nod in response. You’re so lightheaded and weary but when Jean’s looking up at you like this, how could you say no?

You feel his palm shift on your ass until the pad of his middle finger is swirling against the puckered hole. “I wanna fuck your ass so bad,” he growls and the deep vibrations in his chest make you clench in anticipation. “You ever have anyone in here before?”

“No,” you say as he starts to apply a little pressure.

He grins devilishly below you. “Yeah? This is a virgin ass?”

“Yes,” you whimper, eyes falling closed as he gently pushes against your tight ring. You want him so fucking bad, you feel delirious. Your hips are gently pushing back against his finger, body hot in anticipation of him sinking the slick digit into your virigin ass.

“Shit,” he hisses, removing the pressure and rubbing circles against the entrance. “Next time. When we have lube,” he says regretfully, tugging his lip between his teeth. “Then I’ll ruin this little hole with my fat cock.”

His words cause you to visibly shudder in anticipation, pressing your hands against his shoulders as you struggle to catch your breath. “Ok,” you say, swallowing thickly. “What now?”

Jean’s eyes glint with mischief as he drags your body back down into his lap, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist as he rolls over until you’re pinned beneath him. You love the way he just grabs you and throws you around like a little doll, knees pressing hard against his hips in anticipation as he looms above you.

“I want to make it up to you for everything I said,” he says, leaning down to kiss along your jaw. “I want to show you how sorry I am,” the kisses trail down your neck, “Show you how much you mean to me,” across your collarbones, “I want you to forgive me.”

You breathe in stuttered gasps as his teeth sink into the soft skin in the curve between your neck and shoulder. He groans in approval, still holding you tight against his chest with one arm while the other hand pushes his dress pants down and off of his hips. The full weight of his body is pressing into you and it’s both suffocating and not enough, all at once.

After kicking his pants off, he brings his hand to your hip, rubbing up and down your thigh as he rolls his hips against yours. “I’m going to make you feel good,” he says, voice gruff against your skin. “So fucking good, ok?”

“Ok,” you whimper as his hand slides between your thighs.

Jean unwraps his arm from around your waist to press his palm flat against the backrest of the chair, looking down at you as his fingers tease your entrance, your underwear is stretched completely out of shape and pulled off to the side. You’re already so slick and wet from spit and cum, so his hands slide easily up and down your folds, swirling around your clit.

You whimper out his name when he pushes four of his long, thick fingers inside of you. He presses into the knuckle and your body practically sucks him in, squeezing tightly around his digits.

Jean’s breathing hard above you as he gently pumps his fingers in and out of your wet heat. The sounds your body makes are lewd and sloppy, but all you can focus on is the steadily building pressure of another orgasm.

“Close already?” he teases and you hide your face with both palms as your back arches off the seat. “You cum so fast for me, I love it.”

“Feels good,” your slur, whimpering into your hands.

“You like it when I touch you?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” he mimics, voice high and airy as his fingers pump and curl inside of you.

“Yeah,” you repeat, voice just a shaky whimper as you clench your eyes shut.

“I love watching you cum,” he grunts. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you whine.

“Say it. What do you want?”

“I want you to make me cum,” you gasp as his fingers keep bullying that soft, sensitive spot on the front wall of your cunt.

“You want me to make you cum… what?” he taunts and you have to swallow thickly before you can speak again.

“Make me cum, Jean, please,” you beg.

Jean starts pumping his hand up and down, practically lifting your hips up with each movement as you squirm beneath him. Filling the car with the obscene wet sounds of his hand moving quickly inside of you as you twitch and writhe beneath him.

“Jean -- wait, wait -- I feel like --” you reach forward for him, grabbing hard at his arms as you whimper.

“Trust me, just relax,” he grunts, jaw tight as he continues his rough movements inside of you.

Fireworks explode in your gut and you cry out in pleasure, feeling dizzy and lightheaded as the wet sounds between your legs turn into splashing as liquid coats your thighs, your underwear, and Jean’s hand and arm.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groans, breathing hard above you as he watches you make a mess. “Squirt for me, just like that.”

Jean pulls his hand from inside of you, rubbing his palm across your sore, soaking pussy as your entire body throbs in pleasure. You can feel your hole twitching and gushing against his hand, but the firm pressure and heat of his palm against you helps calm your pounding heart.

“What the fuck?” you mumble, breathing hard. You open your eyes a crack to look up at Jean, who’s staring down at your with a cheeky grin as he cups your overstimulated pussy. “I’m sorry, did I just --?”

“Told you I could make you squirt,” he says, rolling his tongue against his cheek smugly as he looks down at your soaking thighs. “Fuck, that was so hot.”

“Jesus Christ, Jean,” you groan, loosening your grip on his arms to cover your burning face. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire but you’re still covered in goosebumps and shivering -- what the fuck did Jean just do to you?

“Do you need a break?” he asks, shifting above you. You feel his hard cock graze against your thigh and you feel the stir of arousal in your gut once more.

“Keep going,” you beg, voice just a shaky whimper as his palm presses harder against your clit.

He nods in response, removing his hand to grab around his cock. You watch him pump your slick across his length, swallowing loudly as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Still friends, right?” he asks, eyes flicking up to your face. Asking again, ridiculously, as if the line is drawn somewhere between stuffing his tongue in your ass and his cock in your cunt.

You nod frantically and watch as his eyes dart back down, watching your pussy stretch for him as he pushes inside of you.

You’re so wet and messy from everything he’s done to you tonight that his cock slides in easily. Pushing against your tight walls as he stretches you open -- fills you completely with his length. Your jaw hangs open, watching him slide into you until his hips are pressed firmly against yours. You’ll never get over the feeling of Jean’s dick this deep inside of you -- like it’s about to come out your throat.

“Shit, you’re still so tight,” he groans, grinding his hips against yours gently, rocking back and forth in a way that has his hips sliding against your clit. “Even after all of that.”

You can only offer a breathless whimper in response, eyes brimming with tears from the feeling of your sore, overstimulated pussy pulsing around him. Jean raises his hands up to cup your face, pressing his forehead firmly against yours as his thumbs brush away the stray tears.

“Is it too much?” You shake your head gently but can’t seem to make any words form in your agape mouth. “Come on, talk to me.”

He stills completely inside of you and finally -- finally -- you feel like you can catch your breath. Jean pushes the sweaty strands of your hair as he looks down at you with concern. “We can stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” you answer, throat hoarse. “Please keep going.”

“I’m going to break you,” he warns, but he can’t hide his excitement as his eyes light up. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you whimper, “Please.”

He bites his lip in a feeble attempt to hide his grin, “Ok. Whatever you say,” he hums. Jean presses his lips against yours softly and you barely have the strength to pucker against his mouth before he pulls away.

“I’ll try to make this quick,” he says, pressing one palm against the seat while his other hooks your leg up on to his shoulder, gripping your thigh as he holds you close to his chest. “I’m just going to use you, ok?” He shifts his hands so that he can throw your other leg on to his shoulder, until you’re completely bent in half beneath him, knees pressed tightly against the seat next to your chest.

“Ok,” you squeak and his grin turns sinister.

Jean rocks his hips back and forth, pulling back as your pussy tries to suck him back in and then thrusting into you hard. His motions have your eyes rolling back into your head, but you still reach up to lace your fingers together behind his neck, tugging him closer into you and deeper inside.

“Fuck,” he growls, and he doesn’t sound like the same Jean you’ve known these past few years. “You’re just my little fuck toy, aren’t you?”

You moan louder in response, eyes falling shut as you feel his hand shift from your thigh to around your throat. He squeezes gently, not enough to make you feel lightheaded, but enough to make you feel like he could.

“I wanna stuff every single one of these fucking holes,” he grunts, fingers sliding up your chin until they’re hooked into your mouth, pressing hard against your tongue. His pace against you is punishing and you can already feel the steady build of another orgasm as your body clenches around him.

“Fuck, you like that, eh?” he asks, stuffing his fingers deeper into your mouth. “Gonna cum so hard for me -- do you even have anything left?”

He laughs when you whimper around his fingers, lips wrapping around them and tonguing the underside as you imagine it’s his cock in your mouth instead. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth, in tandem with the snapping of his hips.

“That’s my pretty girl,” he says, but he spits it like it’s an insult. “Fuck, you’re un-fucking-real, you know that?”

You try to open your eyes to look up at them, but they’re so filled with tears from Jean shoving his fingers down your throat that you can hardly see. You can hear him laughing again and -- fuck, he’s so mean but you love it.

Every thought in your head disappears when his hips start to fuck into you harder and faster. Your mouth hangs open as you moan in pleasure, drool spilling down your cheek when Jean pulls his fingers out. He leans down further, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head forward until your chin is pressed against your chest.

“Look at how fucking messy this pussy is for me,” he grunts, forcing you to look down between your bodies.

His cock is so thick as it plunges deep inside of you, spilling your wetness against your thighs when he pulls back covered in milky white. You can see the veins in his cock throbbing every time he fucks into you, his hips slapping against your thighs. You reach out with your hands to grab at his thighs, digging your nails into his skin as the lewd sight of Jean’s cock fucking you sends you completely over the edge.

You tremble underneath him, babbling out incoherently as you squeeze around his length. It’s messy and sloppy but -- fuck, it feels so good and all you can think about is the way his dick is pounding into your body, like you were made just to take his cock.

“Fuck,” he hisses, each breath coming out in stuttered pants as he tries to fuck into the tight pulsing walls of your pussy. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

You’re unable to form a single word as your body trembles beneath him. So fucking overstimulated and overwhelmed that you don’t even feel like you’re on this planet anymore, grounded only by the tugging of Jean’s hand on your hair.

He pulls out suddenly, cock falling heavy on your stomach as your legs fall on either side of him, and he doesn’t even need to touch himself before his cock is spitting out thick ropes of cum across your breasts and stomach. A few of the spurts of his cum shoot out with such force that they paint part of your face. Jean moans loudly with each pulse as his cock twitches against you until it’s is just drooling the last of his cum from the tip.

You’re both panting like you just finished sprinting a marathon, chests heaving as you struggle to fill your lungs with air. The car is so hot and humid from your body heat, windows fogged completely, and you’re certain that Jean’s leather seat is ruined from all of the cum, sweat, tears, and squirt that’s coating it.

“Shit,” Jean groans, releasing his punishing grip on your hair to reach down for his cock. He gives it a few final strokes before he slides his hand under your lower back, and rolls with you until you’re laying on top of him.

You move your palms to his chest as he wraps his arm tightly around your waist and you can feel the heavy pounding of his heart in his chest. “Shit,” he repeats, running his free hand through his hair to brush the sweaty strands away from his face, before settling his palm on the back of his head.

“Holy shit,” he says again, panting, and this time you laugh. “What?”

“Are you good?” you tease, but your voice is weak and shaky and it doesn’t come across as snarky as you want it to.

“Yeah, shit,” he says, still panting. “Are you good?”

“Yeah,” you agree, swallowing thickly.

He reaches down to finger the window switch on the door of his car and groans when it doesn’t respond. “Shit, I gotta turn on the car for a sec.”

Jean cradles you against his chest as he sits up, scooting forward in his chair until he can step on the brake before thumbing the ignition switch. The car quietly purrs to life so this time, when Jean flips the window switch, it starts to lower.

“S’hot in here,” he mumbles, face pressed against the side of your head and he lowers you both back against the chair. He takes in a slow, deep breath, wrapping both arms around your body and squeezing you close.

The two of you lay like that for quite some time, feeling refreshed with the cool breeze from outside as your body temperature finally lowers to normal. You’re so exhausted that you end up dozing off a little on Jean’s chest to the sound of his heartbeat and the small circles his finger draws on your back.

Jean peppers soft kisses against your face until your eyes flutter back open, looking up at him with dazed, glassy eyes as he smiles softly.

“You good?” he asks again, giving you a small squeeze around your waist.

“I wanna stay here forever,” you admit, closing your eyes again and breathing in his scent. “This is nice.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, hand reaching up to smooth down the hair on the back of your head. “But… I gotta go to work tomorrow, so we should probably leave soon.” You whine childishly, clinging to him tighter while he laughs. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You could always come back with me.”

Your nose scrunches at the thought and you find yourself pushing yourself up, palms flat on Jean’s chest as you sit on his lap, looking down at his still-flushed and wet face.

“You’re a mess,” you laugh, reaching forward with one hand to palm at his mouth, cleaning the mess of your mixed fluids off his face.

Jean just smiles in response, reaching a hand down to slowly incline his seat back to it’s normal, upright position. “So,” he says, clicking his tongue. “Does that mean you’re coming back?”

“I can’t,” you say, shaking your head. “I’m housesitting for Reiner.”

“Right,” he nods, hands shifting to rest on your hips. “But after?”

“Maybe after,” you agree and he grins. Jean leans forward to kiss you and it starts slow and soft but when you feel his tongue brushing against your lips, you pull back to keep the kiss chaste. “I’m really sorry about your seat.”

He laughs, eyes crinkling. “It’s fine. That’s what leather seats are for, right?”

“Ew,” you whine, fingers toying with the golden hairs on his chest.

“So…”

“So,” you repeat, eyes fixed down at his chest.

“Now that we’ve got our heads clear again, should we talk?”

You snort, eyes darting up to meet his but they quickly move back down to his chest as you feel your face burning in embarrassment. “I don’t know… things are kind of complicated right now.”

“I’m sorry,” Jean says and the hurt is evident in his voice. “I was stupid, I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know, but you did,” you say, eyes still low. “I really like you, Jean, and this… whatever this is, that we’re doing… I like that, too -- but, I need assurance that you’re not going to freak out and push me away again.”

“I don’t want you feel like that but… yeah, fuck.” Jean sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair nervously. “Is this making things more complicated?” he asks, gesturing between the two of you.

“Yes,” you say hesitantly, “Probably.”

“Then, should we not?”

“Yes,” you say, even more hesitantly, “Probably.”

“But, do you want to stop?”

You have to bite your lip to hide your grin but you know it doesn’t work, so instead you lean forward until your chin is resting on Jean’s shoulder. “No,” you admit quietly and he laughs.

“Yeah, fuck.”

His arms wrap around your tighter, pulling you close against his chest as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “You’re so important to me,” he admits, cheek pressing against your neck. “I hate that I screwed things up with you… but I don’t know what to do.”

Your frown, feeling your heart go cold from Jean’s words, and you squirm in his lap. “We should head back.”

Jean swallows loudly, hands ghosting around you as you make your way back to your seat. “Yeah,” he says, “Ok.”

“By the way,” you say as you shimmy back into your clothing, the fabric sticking to your clammy, sweaty body. Your underwear is wet and cold against your skin, and you contemplate just ditching them completely. “Did you know you turn into a completely different person during sex?”

He laughs, searching his car for a cloth or some napkins or something to clean up his wet seat before he pulls on his pants. “Yeah, fuck, sorry.”

“No, I don’t mind,” you assure, watching as Jean decides to clean off his seat with his underwear. “I just didn’t know you’d be like that. You kinda strike me as the romantic type.”

“I can do romance,” he hums, tossing his wet underwear into the backseat before pulling up his dress pants. “It’s just hard to think when all my blood’s in my dick,” he laughs, “I just go into like, demon mode, y’know?”

“Yeah, fuck,” you laugh, “I know.”

He snorts, reaching across the centre console to grab your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, you like it, too.”

#tiff.fic #tbaw.fic #tbaw.deleted #FILTH

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h4sanz · 3 months

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ichor.

pairings: nikolai gogol x f!reader

warnings: smut, roleplay, hints of primal prey, intense knife and blood play, dumbification, degredation, name calling, brat taming, impact play, dacryphilia, manhandling, bondage, major consensual non-consent, hints of dub con

word count: 1.4k

a/n: started writing this late 2022 and finally finished LOL. deleted and rewrote this SO many times, but finally got a result i liked ;)

your heart is pounding in your chest as you hear footsteps approaching. they still for a moment while you try to breathe as quietly as possible so he doesn’t hear.

you almost let out a sigh of relief when you hear those light footsteps again as they fade away. holding your chest with your hand, you use the other to quietly push the door open.

“there you are.” you freeze. but he walked away… is all you can think as he slowly steps towards you. you whimper when you feel the cold steel touch your lips. “you think you can hide from me? hm, you really are stupid.”

“k–kolya.. wh..” you’re cut off by the white-haired man shushing you, a finger against the grin on his lips. tsk, tsk, tsk. you never seem to learn, he thinks, jotting down a mental note to go over his rules again, later.

anxiety courses throughout your entire body, leaving you paralyzed. you knew better than to try to fight back, the man’s ability rendering any sort of attack from you useless; and that’s just how he wanted it. a monster: what every person who’s had some sort of encounter with him seems to think about him. the silence is tense, dragging out the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach whilst nikolai… enjoyed it? the disdain on your face amuses him; and that thought makes you sick, knowing he is getting off on your terror.

a loud cackle makes you shiver in fear, your eyes snapping towards his humored face as he throws his head back. “ah, even if you’re stupid, you’re still the most adorable human i have ever come across,” nikolai comments as he takes notice of the way your thighs just ever-so-slightly squeeze together. the knife glides across your lip, scraping towards the apple of your cheek. the glimmer of the steel shines in your eyes, the reflection of yellow irises barring into you.

wincing, your face scrunches up in pain at the sharp sting on your face, a trail of blood beginning to fall as you hold in a cry. a burning sensation then takes over, the feeling of wetness sliding along the bright red mark on your portrait. “who knew blood could taste so good..” he remarks, now dragging his finger over the wound, gathering the blood on his fingertip before rubbing it against his thumb.

nikolai begins writing on the other side of your face, the letters messy and almost unintelligible due to the messy ink. ‘mine.’

fingers are shoved into your mouth, a metallic taste clashing with your tastebuds. a moan slips out of your throat and through his digits, just barely loud enough to make him throb between his legs.

when he pulls his fingers from your wet cavern, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder before making his way towards the room. you thrash against him, kicking your legs and banging on his back while sobbing out soft pleads for mercy. “kolya! pl–ease.. don’t, i promise i’ll be good!” you beg once he reaches the entrance to the room he’d gotten made specially just for you. “baby, i promise i won’t do it again. please don— ah!” a cry shatters out of you as you hit the ground with a deep thud.

you quickly scramble to sit on your butt, your arms holding you up whilst staring at him with tears in your eyes. “i don’t remember saying you could talk, let alone tell me what to do.” he lifts his shoe to rest on your crotch before deeply pressing down. a shiver crawls up your spine when the metallic blade suddenly appears against your throat, pressing into the skin, but not hard enough to pierce it. “the more you act like this, the more difficult it’ll be for you.”

“m’ sorry, kolya.”

he laughs at the whimper that falls from your lips as you apologize, crouching down to forcefully make you face him. “i know, darling. but you still need to be dealt with accordingly.” you’re once again being hoisted up onto his shoulder, hanging lifelessly in defeat.

it feels like hours before you’re dropped onto the leather doctor’s office-like chair. you beg nikolai with your eyes one last time, causing him to shoot you a dirty look as if to say ‘don’t you dare’.

you don’t even notice you’re fully strapped down until you reach to feel the cut on your skin, hands and ankles bound to leather cuffs. “no use trying to get them off. there’s no where to run.” he clearly finds pleasure in being condescending, always making sure to assert his dominance and position of superiority over you.

the tip of the weapon trails along your abdomen, inching closer and closer to your to your core, stopping right below your navel.

the steel spins, the tip digging into your skin ever-so-slightly just before it trails even lower, aiming for your thigh. it digs down, causing a prick of blood to bubble up, then gliding it across the expanse of your upper leg, leaving a thick trail of your ichor. you scream out in a pained cry, your whole body tensing. this cut is much deeper and larger than the previous one on your cheek, the pain almost unbearable.

“oh, what a wonderful view. however, i bet the sight of you coming because of our mixed blood would be absolutely delightful, my kryhitko.” suddenly, the knife scrapes across his fourarm, the delicious blood dripping directly onto your cut.

fingers then trace the fresh wound of yours, smearing the fluid around the perimeter. the now drenched appendages make their way towards your pulsing core, slowly beginning to draw up and down your folds. you hate how wet you are—how turned on you are because of the heiness acts the white haired clown is committing.

“you seem to be enjoying this almost as much as i am,” he smirks at you before slowly inserting his fingers. they softly graze the walls of your core, the slightest amount of pressure making you twitch. gliding in and out of you, they curl ever-so-slightly, reaching towards your g-spot. nikolai begins to rub slow circles on your clit, in a massage-like pattern. he’s mesmerized; the color of your blood and slick combining look so delicious on his fingers; the way you flutter when he applies pressure on your most sensitive spot; the lustful look in your eyes as he works wonders on your body–all of it. he’s absolutely enthralled with you. and the way you so gracefully murmur his name helps not one bit.

the sound of your cunt fills his ears–one of the greatest sounds he’s ever heard, to tell the truth; everything about you drives him wild. the closer you get to release, the louder your pants and whines get. when you start to buck your hips up towards him, he slows his pace but continues to go even deeper inside of you.

you’re getting close to your release when he stops, removing all hands from you.

when he sees the pout in your eyes, he looks at you mockingly, “aw, so close, weren’t you?—well you know the rules. no coming until i say so, dove.” a sigh falls from you, almost like a groan, but your face stays still, knowing if you look at him a certain way, things will get ten times worse for you.

once your breathing has calmed, pleasure begins to start building up once again, harsher than before.

and then—

it’s gone: again.

his torture continues for what feels like hours to you: bringing you to the brink of release, then removing all contact from you. you can’t even remember how many times he’s done this, already, but it’s got to be at least more than five.

your impending orgasm begins to build up, urging you so, so close until it storms over you like a tsunami. your eyes are blurry, scrunched up in fixation whilst your whole body convulses due to the pleasure. words spill from your mouth, like ‘sorry’ and ‘please’. however, your mind is still just barely conscious enough to realize your fate; your fate that is in the hands of a clown, a man who loves tormenting more than anything. and for a moment, his smile quivers in ire.

“oh, my sweet dove,” he coos softly into your ear, feigning sympathy; although irritation discernible in his voice.

the apologies coming from you slip right past him. you think you deserve forgiveness? absolutely not. and he’ll be sure to help you understand that.

sorry abt the shitty ending (◞‸◟) but if you made it here , thx sm for reading !! tis my first (fully completed) one shot ;> so feedback more than welcome! feel free to dm with any tips :]

#bungou stray dogs #nikolai #nikolai gogol #nikolai smut #bsd #bsd smut #i want his dick so far down my throat it leaves bruises #h4sanz writes ……✎

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simstoyourdismay · 24 days

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“belle of the ball” met gala hosted by @havenroyals ❤️‍🔥

this post is so ass i’m so sorry i’ll fix it after i take a nap.. anyways YAY met gala!! i’ve always seen these on simstagram and wanted to participate in one so bad. small issue tho i forgot that i keep refusing to update my game so i had to build a makeshift lot really quick. that’s why you can barely see any of it lol

now i have celebrity ocs (the ngo family) so i can send them here 😛 i considered sending the arias family here as well but they’re not really celebrities, they’re just really rich? like sure, owning a huge conglomerate will make you known but it won’t have you trending on social media constantly. i was gonna go in about how they actually don’t care about that but this post isn’t even about them ahrhrhghghf.. uhhh quick rundown. shōichi is a big actor and he’s currently working for a highly anticipated film. it’s the rumored last film from a really talented director yada yada. he’s the type to lay reallyyy low when he’s filming so this appearance had people stirring. dawn is his wife and she’s a critically acclaimed pianist. was really big in vietnam when she was first starting out and garnered global attention fairly quickly. injured her hand a few years down the line and had to give up playing professionally, but her talent is still recognized today. she’s less popular in the states in comparison to shōichi but she’s known amongst the younger crowd online. you know celebrity crushes everyone can agree on? she’s one of those. uhhh what else oh they have two kids (they’re the twins) and they kept them out of the public eye for years. didn’t want to expose them to all that so early. the twins first appeared in the media when they were preteens, their choice. people were surprised to learn ezra was talented in his own regard (he paints) and the general public agreed that he’d be successful even without famous parents. talia didn’t really have a specific talent so she got dragged pretty often for being so lackluster in comparison to her family. this whole thing made talia fearful of the media so she took a step back from it all and ezra was scared of falling from their good graces. oh i just realized i’m rambling sorry i do that when talking about any of my ocs uhh if i delete this later when i’m fixing it you know why 💔 would also like to clarify that this makes them seem so cookie cutter but i promise they’re complex characters that i’ve fleshed out..

#simblrmetgala #ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #s4 #simblr #ts4 simblr #i’m so tired. i just finished getting the tray files for 44 sims and uploading them to my google drive #i’m gonna restart my mods folder too. and possibly my save.. it’s been getting laggy in there lately #i have another set of posts showing full outfits by the way i just wanted this out of the way #i picked the worst outfit for dawn. pretend like i didn’t. i was also really tired taking these #oc: dawn #oc: shōichi #equi/cholia: screenies

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dandylovesturtles · 1 year

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once again writing fanfic for an AU that's not mine

uh hi so I guess it is Crying About Future Donnie Hours except this is actually a different future Donnie than the one everyone else is crying about.

I have wanted to write something for @kathaynesart 's Replica for awhile now and I got an idea and I decided to use @tmntaucompetition as an excuse to write and post it, so I guess you could say this is propaganda I didn't expect it to be the day after my poll though so I kinda scrambled a bit aaaaa lol

Replica is one of my favorite ROTTMNT comics, it's one of the first I found after I watched the movie, and I love it so much. If you haven't read it please do! However, there is one part of the comic in particular (and especially one line in particular) that has stuck with me since I first read it, and I think about it a lot. So consider this my little homage to that part of the comic, and to the character who says it.

Also there is a short section of this that is just dialogue from the comic so obviously all credit for that dialogue goes to Kat!

And Kat I really hope you don't mind me playing around in your sandbox a bit /)_(\

Anyway I don't normally title these but I did give the gdoc for this one the title: The Needed Functions to Appreciate It

I hope you enjoy!

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As an AI, experiencing the apocalypse was different.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. did not have to feel the aching gnaw of hunger, or the bite of the cold. He did not feel the sting of acid rain on skin, or the seeping of blood from injury. All the physical sensations his family and friends suffered, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was spared them all.

That did not mean he didn’t feel.

…

“Hey Dee?”

The “Hm?” he got in response was distracted. Donnie was often distracted those days. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. didn’t resent him for it. He knew how busy Donnie is - he cataloged and prioritized the to-do list himself, after all.

“I still have the timers Raph asked me to set for his training in the system, and all his old records. What…” He hesitated. “What should I do with them?”

“Oh.” That got Donnie to pause in his work oh so briefly. His finger tapped twice on the enter key without pressing. “You can delete all of that. Might as well free up memory space where we can.”

“Okay.” It was the right answer. Members of the resistance were allowed to set timers and save some personal files on S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s system, and protocol dictated that forty eight hours after loss of vitals, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. should clear such files.

It had been three hundred and fifty seven hours since Raph flatlined. He should have cleared these ages ago.

“Hey Dee,” he said again, more quietly this time, and Donnie actually looked away from his work and gave him his attention.

He hadn’t had a physical body since a raid over a year before; he was just an artistic representation on the monitor. Donnie promised to make him a new one, but S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. could see both the parts inventory and the to-do list and he doubted he would be able to do that. Usually it didn’t bother him, but he thought that day that it bothered him a little.

“I don’t want to,” he admitted, and Donnie’s face shifted to something more sad.

“Ah. You have developed a lot of sentimentality…” Donnie sighed, not unkindly. “Well, you can keep it. I won’t make you delete it.”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. bounced around the monitor a moment while he mulled it over. Donnie didn’t look away, though one of his battleshell arms took up the task of typing on his computer.

“Isn’t that not good, though, dude? Like… it’s useless now. It’s just taking up space.”

“Yes… sentimentality and practicality are often in direct conflict.” He leaned back in his chair, eyes roving to the ceiling. “Sometimes we just can’t let things go, even against our better judgment, because they remind us of something or… someone.”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. zoomed himself in so he filled more of the screen. “Do you get sentimental, Dee?”

Donnie’s lips quirked up in a smile. “Yes, unfortunately so. I find it vexing… though, Mikey would say, “That’s what makes you a person, Donnie, don’t fight it!” or something like that.”

“But if it makes you hold on to useless stuff, or do things that aren’t necessary, isn’t that bad?”

“Ah, such is the nature of emotions, Shelldon - they often lead us to do things that are, for a lack of a better word, suboptimal… Sometimes I think it would be nice to have a switch so I could just turn the pesky things off. I would focus so much better if I never had to feel… anxious or frustrated or… or sad.” He slumped forward, hugging his arms around himself. “If I didn’t have to… to miss anyone.”

“...That’s the worst one,” said S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., and Donnie nodded.

“Yeah… yeah, it is.” He turned to face S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., eyes glossy. “But-”

ERROR: Memory file corrupted.

“It is a convincing replica. Expertly crafted. You act just like him… Be careful that it does not interfere with our intended purpose.”

“Need I remind you, one of my core purposes is to act as a support to Donatello’s family. That includes you, even if you have chosen to forego the needed functions to appreciate it.”

“A necessary purge to keep the Kraang’s whispers at bay.”

“Was it? That is not what Donatello ever wished of you. Even when you decided to take on this burden.”

“Not having to ‘feel’ has its… benefits.”

“And Donatello was quite firm that you not lock yourself away-”

“Such advanced artificial intelligence, yet you still fail to recognize your own ignorance.”

“To what, exactly?”

“To the bliss in not having to miss him.”

Username: OMEGABOOTYYYSHAKER9000

Password: ****************

MEMORY FILE ACCESS AUTHORIZED

Enter date: XX/XX/20XX XX:XX

RETRIEVING MEMORY FILE. . . SUCCESS

AUDIOVISUAL PLAYBACK BEGIN

“But even if missing them keeps you from performing optimally… Running from bad emotions means running from the good ones, too.” Donatello sighed. “At least, that’s what Mikey said to me after Papa… And it took me awhile, but I realized he was right. Don’t tell him I said that, though, or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Your secret is safe with me, dude.”

“Thank you, Shelldon.” He reached with his hand and touched the screen, and even though they couldn’t actually feel each other, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. moved like he was nuzzling his palm. “When you see Raph’s training records, it makes you sad, but also makes you remember all the things you loved about him, right?”

“I guess, yeah… He’d always scratch my head when I came to give him his training report. When I had a body.”

“Mm, so that’s why you always went to do it in person.” Donatello chuckled, rubbing his thumb on the monitor. He was sad, then, thinking that he couldn’t build S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. a proper body. Always lacking the time and materials…

“Is it worth it, though?” asked S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.. “The good feelings, when there’s bad feelings, too?”

“Maybe that’s one of the great mysteries of life, Shelldon. All I know is… I don’t want to give them up. Not anymore. And… it’s easier to deal with, when you’re not alone.” Donatello pulled his hand back, and looked at him very seriously. “Anata wa hitorijanai. That’s as true for you as it is for any of us. Your family will always be here for you, when you miss Raph, or anyone else.”

Maybe it made S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. feel better. He smiled, as much as his facial design would allow.

“Okay. And I’ll always be here for you too, Dee.”

“Thank you, Shelldon.”

“Love ya.”

“I love you too.”

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#dandy fanfiction #rottmnt replica #future donatello #S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N #future donnie #it would be really silly for him to access his memory files that way actually but #I needed a way to clearly delineate the shift in perspective lol #so don't mind me

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pommunist · 2 months

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past anon who talked about the alex's first priority being money/funds and who is apparently based to you (hola :D👋)

after reading back my ask i realize that i may have come off as a little bit harsh (not as harsh as you french fans, you guys are BRUTAL) i wrote most of it in a burst of frustration at the whole admin thing lol.

i don't think alex is some disney villian who is twirling his mustache as he watches on his past workers cry out of frustration because of the lack of communication. he just isn't as experienced when it comes to these kinds of things.

he's doing what he thinks is best from his lawyer studies, don't gave out any info that isn't 100% guaranteed, anything that comes with money is a huge legal problem and must be fixed as first, those type of things.

everyone that has known alex personally has said that he's a genuinely sweet guy (well, except his some of his workers but doesn't even have a relationship with them because of the lack of communication LMAO /coping) i don't think any of his current actions are done out of malicious intent or whatever.

all of his recent streams are probably a way to earn money and the whole egg merch is probably for even more money (the bio of the acc literally says that it is ''the best way to fund qsmp'') (i've already talked about my opinions on that)

the whole not communicating is so ''he doesn't make false promises'' and also, so he doesn't get sued. (understand where he is coming from but huge disagree)

the not having ways of contacting him via twt isn't done as a result of this situation, he deleted twt some time ago (very unfortunate timing, like, 2 days before lea's statements. he should've reinstalled it, but he doesn't need to anymore since he now has an email for when he needs to be contacted)

the events that are currently happening have been planned for months in advance (still think he should put them back a bit. i guess the german streamer is kinda understandable since he has apparently been waiting for like, 10 months?? still think he should've put it back)

i think what he wants is for when pomme's admin comes back for the work environment to be perfect but i still heavily disagree with his ways. the way he's going about it now is only going to lead to burnout from the workers :( none of what i said justifies the lack of communication btw. his actions come off as kinda tone-deaf right now.

although with the whole (understandable) anger from people about the twt admins + the union + jose's statements + the french's statements, i do think he will start actually communicating with his workers (he kinda has to with the whole jose thing, unless he wants all of qstudios garbage out in the public, which is like, a really bad thing for him)

unfortunately, i'm only based when i'm angry <3 so this is probably dogshit. but the problems in qstudios ARE fixable. (this is either gonna end up aging like milk or like fine wine. i hope it's the fine wine since i love qsmp and i'll probably completely give up on learning french/spanish if it doesn't)

holà again !

I personally didn’t think you were too harsh on your last ask, you had genuine concern about the course of his actions and it didn’t feel like you were attacking him or anything !

I don’t know Q personally obviously so I won’t speculate too much on what he’s thinking through this, but I agree with you that he probably isnt an evil guy and doesn’t have bad intentions with it.

However I still stand with the fact that he was at least negligent towards what was happening behind the scenes of his passion project and should’ve been more aware of the inner workings of the QSMP.

This isn’t an easy situation, especially with all the legal aspects (which should’ve been thought of beforehand btw) but I think everyone or at least most people who criticise what is going on are doing in first because they want the admins to be treated well but also because they want to trust that Q will do the right thing.

Admins and fans alike wouldn’t spend so much time getting updated on the situation and writing their thoughts if they didnt have at least some hope that things can be fixed.

Now it’s up to Qstudios to prove those who believe right and to prove those who lost trust (can’t blame them) wrong !

#qsmp discourse

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tastybluesprite · 9 months

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Boredom

I originally wanted to write some lee Cheng Xiaoshi bc I was in the mood lol, but ended up making it majority lee Lu Guang. Enjoy! (Also the lack of Link Click tickle fics is just so sad! I want to see more fics of this wonderful duo!)

(Also I already posted a Link Click fic but I deleted it because I didn’t like how it turned out. I wanted to write one with more effort, thought, and time put into it.”

Warnings: None aside from tickling and probably some cursing lol

Summery: Cheng Xiaoshi is restless and it’s becoming annoying. Lu Guang has to take some extreme measures to calm him down and get him to stop.

Lu Guang swore he was going to explode.

“Lu Guang are you sure we didn’t get any new clients yet?” Cheng Xiaoshi pouted for the millionth time that day.

“I can only tell you so many times. No new clients came in yet. I’m sure we’ll get more soon, but for now we have to wait.”

“Awww…” Cheng Xiaoshi pouted once more, burying his head back into the sofa pillow, while Lu Guang returned his focus back on his book.

“Lu Guang~”

“What.”

“Lu Guaaang~”

He tried so hard to ignore. He really did. But when Cheng Xiaoshi began poking him, he knew he had to do something about this. Fortunately he knew a perfect way to calm him down.

“Alright. If you wanted my attention so bad you’ve got it now.” Lu Guang deadpanned. Quickly, while grabbing his wrists, he shoved his partner back to the sofa.

“W-wait Lu Guang lehehets tahahalk ahahbout thihis!!” Cheng Xiaoshi pleaded.

“Nope.” Was all Lu Guang had to say before digging into his sides.

“NOHOHOHO dohohohont!!!” Cheng Xiaoshi cried, bursting into laughter immediately.

“You’re being such a pain, and this is probably your only off button.”

“Dahahahang ihihihit Ihihim sohohorrehehy!!!”

Lu Guang switched between ribs and sides, scribbling fiercely. And then traveling up to his armpits which got him some good laughter.

All Cheng Xiaoshi could do was weakly push at his partners arms and laugh his head off. But it was when Lu Guang began digging into his belly that he freaked out.

“NOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEIR WAHAHAIT!!!” He quickly grabbed the attackers wrists and forced them off him. “Plehehease!!!” He cried as Lu Guang tried pushing his hands back towards his belly. “Yohohu knohohow ihihits bahahad!!!”

“Yep.” Was all he said when he descended back onto his partners belly.

“L-luhuhuhu Guahang pleheheaHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!!!” Ching Xiaoshi immediately attempted to curl in on himself in defense.

“Do you promise to stop being annoying?”

“YEHEHEHESS!!!”

“Are you sure~?”

“LUHUHU GUAHANG!!”

Cheng Xiaoshi arms were flying wildly and ended up accidentally brushing Lu Guangs upper ribs. Lu Guang let out a shriek and recoiled back. Cheng Xiaoshi, now free, looked both surprised and amused.

“Lu Guang…”

“Cheng Xiaoshi… don’t. I’m serious. Stay away…”

An evil grin appeared on the raven heads face and he began wiggling his fingers in the air teasingly. Lu Guang got off the couch and began to run, but Cheng Xiaoshi was faster and more athletic than he was, so he managed to tackle him to the floor, straddling him.

“X-Xiaoshi, wait, don’t!” He fought with Cheng Xiaoshis hands to try and keep them away, but, Cheng Xiaoshi was a whole lot stronger than him. He ended up managing to pin his hands above his head.

“You’re ticklish also then huh? How could you not tell me! All those times I could’ve and should’ve gotten you back!”

Cheng Xiaoshi then began lightly squeezing his sides. Lu Guang flinched as he sealed his lips shut. His dignity and pride would not allow himself to succumb to such childish tactics. Cheng Xiaoshi after all was the childish one not him.

“Awww don’t keep your laughter in! You’re ruining the whole fun!”

Nope. Not going to do it. I won’t laugh. I won’t laugh…

Suddenly Cheng Xiaoshi began digging into his ribs, and the dam finally bursted.

“Nohohoho!!!”

“Ahhhh there it is!!! You have such a pretty Laugh Lu~”

“Fuuhuhuck yohohu!!!”

“How dare you!” Cheng Xiaoshi fake gasped, mocking outrage. “I would think such language was beneath you! I ought to teach you a lesson! Now where was that spot I got earlier…?“

“N-no!!! Dohohont please!!!” Lu Guangs struggling intensified as he started pulling at his wrists a lot harder.

“Haha! I’ve never seen you look so desperate before. Must be a really bad spot then huh~” Cheng Xiaoshi said with a smirk.

He began poking around his ribs experimentally, trying to figure out where that bad spot was. Suddenly his finger hit the top most rib, and Lu Guangs breathing hitched quickly. “Bingo.” was all Cheng Xiaoshi said, an evil smile appearing on his face.

As soon as he began drilling into his upper rib, Lu Guang arched his back from the sudden attack and bursted into hysterical cackles that Cheng Xiaoshi didn’t even know could’ve possibly come out of him.

“Wow this is a bad spot then. I’m not even doing much! Just drilling a little finger in…”

“WAHAHAHAIT!!!” Lu Guang cried, attempting to twist his torso away from this hand. Unfortunately he wasn’t going anywhere. The only movement he was able to make was kicking his legs wildly. This obviously didn’t help him though.

“NAHAHAHA IHI WIHIHLL KIHIHLL YOHOHOU!!!” Lu Guang shrieked through his laughter.

Cheng Xiaoshi chuckled. Deciding to let his arms go, he stuffed both fingers into each side of his top ribs, now unleashing his most brutal attack on them.

No matter how hard Lu Guang clamped his arms to his sides, it didn’t help in the least. The tickling weakened him from being able to put much strength into it.

Cheng Xiaoshi looked in awe at his silver haired friend. He’d never seen him look so hysterical before. His hands tightly gripped his wrists, his smile was wild and bright, his eyes were squeezed shut, tears beaded the corners of them. Even his usually pale face was dusted with a light red blush.

Eventually he noticed Lu Guang becoming more tired. He was so weakened from laughter he pretty much stopped struggling and just laid there to take it. Cheng Xiaoshi slowed his fingers to a stop and got off him.

Lu Guang just laid there, trying to regain his composure. His chest moved up and down fast from breathing so quickly.

Eventually he caught his breath and sat up. “You ok?” Cheng Xiaoshi asked with a slight giggle at the sight of him. “That wasn’t cool. I’m seriously going to kill you.”

“Aweee but why?? You liked it didn’t you?”

“No I didn’t. Where did you get that idea from?”

“Because the entire time I tickled you, not once did you tell me to stop.”

A silence fell between them.

“…….CHENG XIAOSHI-“

It was safe to say the rest of their afternoon consisted of more laughter, with the two going at one another. Qiao Ling later entered the shop to see quite a sight of the two. She couldn’t help smiling.

#sprite🥤#link click #cheng xiaoshi #lu guang #shiguang daili ren #tickling #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #sfw tickles #sfw tickle blog #ticklish!cheng xiaoshi #lee!cheng xiaoshi #ler!cheng xiaoshi #ler!lu guang #ticklish! lu guang #lee!lu guang

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amara-among-the-stars · 6 months

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Hi hun, can we get Mountain eating out Dew's ass? thank you 🩷

-🐊

Actually. Im glad you asked gator. Because I just edited and finished a fic i posted a long time ago and deleted but im much more happy with the new fic (this has been in my inbox for like a WEEK sorry gator lol)

Warnings: uhhh dew calls mountain sir and daddy. Mountain likes to eat lmaoooo

“Push your legs up for me love. I want to taste you.” Mountain ordered, placing a chaste kiss onto Dew’s lips. He shifted and allowed Dew to pull his legs up, showing Mountain his pink hole. Mountain let out a low trill and gave him another kiss before he adjusted himself to where he wanted to be.

“Such a pretty thing you are.” He whispered and placed a kiss on Dew’s inner thighs. Dew shivered and wriggled a little bit.

“M’ not pretty,” Dew huffed in annoyance, wanting the giant ghoul to get on with the promise of Mountain eating him out. Mountain nipped at his thigh, biting down a bit harder, pulling out a whine from the smaller ghoul.

“Don’t make me leave you here, empty and hard waiting for the next ghoul to come fuck you. Because I won’t let them. I’ll tell them that their favorite hole is too tired,” Mountain hissed, licking at the spot he just bit down on.

“Please, no don’t do it Mount, wanna get fucked by you.” Dew whimpered. Mountain grinned and blew on Dew’s hole and laps around the outside of Dew’s rim. Dew couldn’t help the loud groan that he let out.

“C'mon Mount. Please? Need your mouth on me,” He whines

“My mouth is on you, beg for me a bit more and maybe I’ll tongue fuck you… If you’re good for me,” Mountain states, leaning back on his heels, before laying a small smack onto Dew’s hole. The fire ghoul let out a small cry, legs threatening to kick out of the position they’re in.

“Your legs better stay up in the air, or I won’t be happy Dewdrop,” Mountain teased, his fingers gently brushing up against Dew’s hard cock.

“S-Sorry,” Dew stuttered out. Dew sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, re gripping his legs in a more comfortable grip.

He could hear Mountain groan and felt the giant’s tongue prods at his hole; earning another loud moan, Dewdrop’s head thunking against the headboard.

“Look at you, so sensitive,” Mountain purrs against him, licking a stripe up from his wet hole to his balls.

“S’you’re fault. Being so good with your tongue” Dew whimpered and squirmed. Mountain smirked, nibbling around Dew’s thighs and ass once more.

“You’re right. But you make such a pretty sight. All wet. Because of me,” Mountain stated and licked at Dew once more, bringing a hand up to the fire ghoul’s chest and nudged at his nipples, deft fingers tugging at the nipple rings.

“F-Fucking hell Mount!” he sighed. He loved when his lover’s played with his nipples when they were going down on him, whether it was eating him out or blowing him, Dew just loved the added stimulation. Unless it was when he was with Swiss since the bastard tended to get a little mean about it (not that Dew complained… much)

“C-Can you fuck me now?” Dew asked, squirmed against the pads of Mountain’s fingers that were still plucking against his nipples as the taller ghoul was nibbling and biting around Dew's hole.

Mountain moved back, and let out a small chuff.

“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. Deal with my mouth for now.” Mountain growled out leaning up and pushing Dew’s hands away from his legs, dragging the fire ghoul to the edge of the bed, throwing the lithe legs over his shoulders as Mountain was now kneeling on the floor.

“Mount… Please, I need your cock.” Dew begged, he was starting to feel nice and floaty but he was too empty and he hated that.

“Soon Firebug. Let me finish my meal and then I'll fill you up to the brim.” Mountain purred out, kissing the ankle by his head.

“Mmmm but.. I’ve been a good boy.” Dewdrop trilled out, his tail moving to wrap around Mountain’s arm.

The giant smirked at the needy ghoul in front of him. Silver blue haired splayed out around him, his beautiful orange and blue eyes lidded, cock hard and leaking.

"Should just leave you here, tell the others not to bother you. Maybe put you in a cage." Mountain teased, bringing his mouth down to graze against Dew's leg.

Said ghoul let out a yelp as Mountain bit his leg lightly.

“N-No cage. I'll be patient. Promise.” Dew whimpered out. Mountain grinned and placed a light kiss on Dew’s thighs.

“Thought so. Now, be a good pretty boy and let me eat you out again.” Mountain responded. Dew nodded and threw an arm over his face as Mountain attacked him again, diving back into making the fire ghoul wet all around. Mountain was pressing into all the right spots, gliding his tongue in and out, biting here and there; licking into him with fervor, eating him out like it's his favorite meal. Which.. yeah. It was. Mountain loved eating out the smaller ghoul. Loved how Dewdrop whined and begged for his thick cock. Mountain moaned and bit harshly on the fire ghouls hole, making Dew let out a cry from the over stimulation but he knew he still wanted to feel Mountain’s thick cock inside his ass, along with his knot. Dew loved how stuffed Mountain made him feel.

Mountain must’ve have noticed that Dew was spacing out as he tongue fucked him. The Earth ghoul let out a chitter and wrapped his large hand around Dew’s cock, ripping out a loud moan from his packmate, Dewdrop slightly jumping not realizing he was spacing out. Mountain popped off his rim with a loud pop, moving his other hand to brush against Dew’s soft cheek. Dewdrop purred and leaned into the large hand resting on his cheek, nuzzling it a bit. He was feeling good, over stimulated a touch but still felt wonderful.

“You looked lost in thought, my little flame. Needed to make sure you were still with me. What’s your color baby?” Mountain asked, pausing from continuing anything else. Dew’s chest heaved, as he looked at his lover.

“M’ green. Promise. Jus’ thinkin about how much bigger you are compared to me and how much I like when you fuck me with your large cock.” Dew rattled on. Mountain smiled and adjusted the both of them so he could kiss his flame on the mouth.

“You’re such a good boy for me. Perfect love. Think you’re loose enough for my cock?” Mountain cooed and asked. Dew nodded, hair splaying everywhere.

“Need your big cock in me! Please Sir! I’ve been so good for you! Promise m’ ready for your cock.” Dew begged and wiggled his ass. Mountain moaned, letting out a teasing trill and smacked Dew’s ass. He loved when Dewdrop hit that sweet subspace and called him Sir. It wasn’t very often when Dewdrop slipped up and called Mountain Sir so Mountain cherished it and made a mental note to give Dew the proper after care he needed after their scene.

“Alright then love.” Mountain stated and re-arranged how they were situated once more; Mountain standing at his full height and dragged Dew to the edge of the bed, plunging his cock into Dew’s wet hole. Both moaned out loud, Mountain tossing his head back and Dew arching his back once more.

“Yes! Fuck! Right where I needed you.” Dew slurred out.

“Fucking hell Dew. You insatiable slut. Fucking love how your clenching around me. Even after I made you all wet and loose with my tongue.” Mountain groaned as he kept a thrusting pace, railing into his little fire ghoul. Dew let out a breathy sigh as Mountain pounded into him, moving his hands to tweak his own nipples before moving down to jack himself off, wrapping his hand around his cock. Mountain let out a low growl and batted said hand away, wrapping his own large hands around Dew’s and moving them up to rest against Dew’s stomach, making Dew whine and peer up at his Mountain.

“S-Sir! Mount! Please! Need a hand to come.” Dew whined, trying to break free of the grip Mountain had of his hands.

“Not right now you don’t, Baby Boy. Just let Sir fuck your hole for now,” Mountain panted, thrusting into Dew, earning a whiny moan.

“Please. Touch me Daddy. Need you to touch me.” Dew cried out as Mountain’s cock pressed on his sweet spot. Mountain grinned and gripped his own hands tighter around Dew’s hands before instructing Dew to not move his hands unless it was to cling onto Mountain. Mountain preened as he got Dew to that sweet point of Dew calling out Daddy instead of Sir. He must really be hurtling towards the subspace he has a hard time reaching unless Aether uses his quint powers or if Dew really really needs to quiet his mind down and sit in subspace for a while.

“Babylove I am touching you.” Mountain quipped. Dew sniffled.

“N-Not what I mean Daddy. Touch my cock.” Dew demanded. Mountain chuffed, and leaned over to nibble at Dew’s neck.

“Patience, Little Love. You’ll get my hand later.” Mountain stated, biting down gently on Dew’s neck. Dew moans and lets out a small sob. He felt so good yet was once again verging on the edge of being too over stimulated.

“What’s your Color baby?” Mountain asked, his hand resting on Dew’s chest.

“G-Greeeeen. Just wanna cum.” Dewdrop trilled out. Mountain smiled, moving a few sweaty strands of silvery blue hair away from Dewdrop’s face, leaning down to kiss at Dew’s plush lips.

“Be good Babylove. If you’re good then we can have another round later.” Mountain stated as he ground against Dew, his knot pressing against Dewdrop’s hole.

“S-Shit! Daddy! Please! Feels so good.” Dewdrop moaned, his hands moving upwards to grab at Mountain’s chest.

“Yeah? My big cock feels good huh? Want my knot Love?” Mountain asked, his hand wrapping around Dewdrop’s cock. It was drenched in pre cum, his head a ruddy color from not being able to cum, and Dew’s own knot semi formed.

“Please.. Need it.. Need you to knot me Sir, Daddy. M close. Been good too.” Dewdrop babbled. Mountain let out a low pleased rumble and thrusted a few more times into Dew’s tight heat before popping his knot, tying them together and making Dew cum all over them, knotting Mountain’s hand.

“D-Daddy! Thank you for letting me cum,” Dew cried, his chest heaving as his cock twitched a bit as Mountain let go of his now soft cock.

Pressing a kiss to Dewdrop’s head, Mountain purred, and manouverd them around the bed, careful of the fact that he was still knotted in Dew, he set to to work lightly cleaning them up before he settled them so Dewdrop was against his chest and Mountain was the big spoon.

“Did such a good job, baby. Letting me eat you out before fucking you.” Mountain whispered, nuzzling Dew’s face. Dew let out a happy purr.

“Thank you for taking care of me Daddy. Best Daddy ever

Dew sleepily said, muming praises as he fell sort of asleep, mostly just floating in his head as Mountain held him. Mountain grinned and pressed soft kisses to Dewdrop’s face, also cooing his own praises to the fire ghoul.

They could rest while they waited for Mountain’s knot to go down before Dew demanded a bath; for now Mountain was content to hold his lover in his arms as the room was filled with happy purrs.

Here is also the AO3 link

#the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountaindew #amara writes #nameless ghouls #cw daddy kink #cw sir kink

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