CHAPTER 2 of Baby Blues is out!!
The portal closed.
It closed, and there Donnie was, on the ground, doing nothing. Feeling nothing.
That's not to say that something inside him didn't break at the knowledge that Leo was on the other side of that damned portal. The portal that had brought the extraterrestrial tyrants into his little, safe world and shattered it. Donnie shattered along with it - the hot tears spilling down his face were all the evidence he needed.
The softshell’s mind mimicked the eerie quiet that pooled through the streets of New York City. His brain was an overflowing variable, looping back to zero because it encountered something it couldn’t contain. Donnie was desperately grabbing at his thoughts, but they had turned to water in his hands, slipping down through his cold fingers and hitting the pavement beneath his feet.
He didn’t see Mikey raise his arms and let out a cry that would've burst his already fractured heart. He didn’t hear Raph trying to console his baby brother. He didn’t see the sparks that leapt off Mikey’s fingertips. He didn’t feel the cold stone hit his feet as he ran to his brothers, or see how Raph almost doubled over in pain when he grabbed onto Mikey’s shoulder. He didn’t even feel the spider-webbing burn creeping up his right arm as he assisted his family in tearing a hole in reality.
Through it all, Donnie felt nothing.
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kinktober day 20
(not so) dry humping. we already know who's the king of cumming in his pants. put a pretty water and air ghoul on top of him and he's a goner. and they're high? oh yeah, big boy's totally creaming himself
little dick mountain, they/them zephyr (dick/cock for their anatomy), transmasc dew (cunt for his anatomy)
Dew lets ribbons of herbal smoke seep out from his gills, giggling at the ticklish feel.
“Showing off for us, are you, water lily?” Zephyr lilts, reaching out to run a finger along the curly fins on the water ghoul’s neck. Dew sighshappily, preening under their attention.
Mountain hooks his chin over Zephyr’s shoulder and watches the smoke curl and dissipate around them. “Pretty,” he mumbles.
“He is, isn’t he,” Zephyr purrs.
“Pretty high,” Dew replies with a laugh, snuffing out the end of the joint.
Mountain squints. Stares at the ashtray for longer than necessary. He grumbles a little into Zephyr’s hair. “Was’at th’ end already?” he slurs, brows knitting together.
“Number . . . uh . . .” Dew sucks his teeth and lets his eyes droop, brain visibly buffering as he struggles to remember just how many they’ve shared between the three of them.
Zephyr chuckles at the both of them. They relax further back into Mountain’s chest and pull Dew further up their outstretched legs. He happily makes himself comfortable on Zephyr’s lap, wriggling and readjusting until his legs fold pretzel-like to fit between the taller ghouls’ equally lanky limbs.
“You two are adorable lightweights,” they muse. They smooth their hands up and down Dew’s sides, earning a pleased hum from the water ghoul who promptly tucks his face into the crook of their neck like a milk-drunk kitten.
“‘S not fair you just,” Mountain gestures vaguely with one hand, “make it disappear. Fuckin’ air ghouls.”
Dew huffs a laugh against Zephyr’s shirt. “Not fair,” he echoes. He wriggles his hips again, settling further into their lap and into the comfortable haze hanging between his ears.
Zephyr can’t really hide—or help—the strained grunt that escapes their throat at the sensation of a pretty water ghoul squirming directly over their dick. Blame it on the weed, or blame it on the lack of substantial material between Dew’s sex and theirs, but Zephyr is instantaneously more lightheaded and significantly harder than they were just moments ago.
Mountain’s nostrils flare against their skin, ears perking. “Mm, smell good, Zephy. Feelin’ good?”
Dew sniffs too, jolting back up from his draped posture and grinning wide when he feels Zephyr chubbed up beneath him. “I’d say they’re feelin’ real good, Mounty,” he drawls. He rolls his hips for good measure, wrenching a real groan from the air ghoul’s throat.
“You would too with a pretty little water ghoul in your lap,” Zephyr retorts. They give a pinch to Dew’s side as payback.
“Ohhhh,” Mountain says, neurons finally firing in the right series. He squeezes his hands around Zephyr’s middle and pulls them properly against his chest, rumbling contentedly as the bright honeysuckle scent of their arousal wafts over them all. “Wha’ if I have a pretty air ghoul in my lap?”
“Dunno, pet,” Zephyr breathes, dropping their head back against Mountain’s shoulder. Dew takes this as an invitation to melt his lanky body back against their chest, nuzzling his nose close to their pulse point. “What will you do?” they tease.
And then they have the audacity to wriggle their own hips, grinding against Mountain’s lap until he groans too. “Fuck, Zephyyy,” he whines.
“Zephyyy,” Dew snorts, mocking him lightly. But any menace is lost in the giggle he lets loose less than a second later—a giggle that morphs straight into a moan when Zephyr’s cock rubs just right against his clit through their pants. “Oh,” he gasps, humping right back. “That feels real nice.”
“Yeah, does,” Mountain groans, his own cock quickly filling out and the little head turning sticky. “Too—mmpf—too nice,” he admits.
“Plenty to go around, boys,” Zephyr teases. They grind between the others, indulging in the lazy heat settling in their veins. A pleased purr kicks up in their chest. “Fuck, you two feel divine.”
Mountain noses along the wispy hair at their temple, mouth slightly parted as he huffs hotly against the side of their face. A high earth ghoul is an easily excitable—and sensitive—earth ghoul, so his hips are already kicking up in tempo underneath Zephyr’s ass. It’s rough and greedy, but it feels too good to even fathom stopping.
Thoughts are in short supply between them anyway. Especially not when Dew starts bouncing a mere minute later like he can ride Zephyr through their pants.
“Don’t—don’ do that,” Mountain whines. His arms wrap around Zephyr’s torso and he grabs Dew’s waist, but he does nothing to stop him from moving. If anything, he grips the little ghoul tighter, keeping him from slipping off of Zephyr’s lap while he ruts harder against their ass.
The air ghoul gasps, caught between amusement and arousal. “Can feel how hard that little cock is, pet. Getting needy?”
“Likes seeing me ride you,” Dew pants, almost just as desperate. Almost.
“You are doing nothing of the sort.”
“‘lose enough,” Mountain wheezes. The water ghoul keeps glancing past Zephyr’s face, batting his eyelashes at Mountain and flipping his silver hair out of his face. And devils below if he would stop bouncing like that, maybe Mountain wouldn’t be so close to cumming in his jeans.
“Mounty-y-y,” Dew sing-songs, voice bouncing in time with his body. “You got that look on your faaaccee.”
The earth ghoul shakes his head, biting back a childish nuh-uh. The look in question has his eyebrows drawn together, and his chipped fang poking over his bottom lip where he’s worrying it between his teeth. His eyes are droopy and red-rimmed, fighting not to stare at Dew or roll straight back into his head.
Zephyr cranes their neck to run their tongue up the column of Mountain’s neck. They rock their hips back and forth between the two ghouls, slow and torturous. "If you cum, pet,” they rasp, “I bet our droplet will clean you up while I fuck his darling cunt. Won't you, Dew?"
Dew chokes. "What the fu—"
"Oh Lucifer," Mountain cries, voice cracking through breaks he didn't even know he had while his hips give a telltale stutter. Before he can gather the scraps of his remaining wits, he squeezes his arms around Zephyr’s middle and humps them rabbit-quick, creaming himself in no less than five thrusts. He shudders through it, whining high and wounded, cumming harder under the burn of embarrassment.
“Oh, darling,” Zephyr groans, albeit with a slightly teasing lilt. “That sounded like a very good time.”
“Shut up,” Mountain mumbles, grimacing at the way his cock twitches in the confines of his now sticky underwear.
Mercifully, Zephyr leans forward so their ass isn’t directly on Mountain’s lap anymore, getting close to Dew’s face with a wicked smile on their face. Dew can’t help but giggle as they brush their lips over his.
“Better get to work, water lily,” they croon. Zephyr casts a quick peek over their shoulder, winking at Mountain who’s still staring at them, slack-jawed. They turn back to Dew, pressing even closer and lowering their voice to a barely-there whisper: “Wouldn’t want your treat to go to waste, would you?”
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Jaws and Sam going to the grocery store/farmers market together. They need the perfect ingredients for their recipes. It gets to the point that the people working start to recognize them as regulars.
That store membership card go crazy-
"Back again so soon you guys?"
Sam and Jaws turned to see one of the part time employees, Daniel, who was restocking the baked goods. "Yeah, we gotta pick up groceries this time. We might look for some extra stuff though."
Daniel set the last cake on top of the display, "Right right. You lookin' for anything specifically?"
Sam and Jaws looked at each other before turning back to the young employee. Jaws raised a brow, "Actually, do you guys still sell the two-liter sized Mountain Dew Voltage and Code Red?"
Daniel readily nodded, turning to walk in the direction of the soft drink aisle, Sam and Jaws following after him. Walking to the far end of the soft drinks, behind the normal Mountain Dew sat the blue and red bottles. "We had one of the last shipments before it was discontinued in the area. Yusef sneaks one home every so often, but no customers really bother with the stuff. What do you guys need this for?"
Sam spoke up while Jaws started reaching up to grab a bottle of the blue soda. " A friend of ours *Peter* put us on to GMM. We're gonna try to make a Mountain Dew Sundae. We just need the stuff to make it."
Daniel's eye's squinted involuntarily, "Mountain Dew...Ice cream?"
Jaws tuned back in, shuffling a green, blue and red two-liter in their arms. "This can't be the weirdest shit you've heard us make."
A quick laugh left the employee's lips, "Well, you're right about that!"
Sam brought over the cart as Jaws carefully set the soda in it. Sam offered a quick handshake to the employee, "Thanks man, we'll let you know how it turns out for sure. We might even make you some extra,"
"I'm pretty curious, so I'll look forward to that then."
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