johnkat smut (Explicit)

“FUCK —MOVE.” John laughs. It’s not entirely nice. That utter fucker. You’re going to maul that pretty face of his as soon as-fff—as soon. God. You hate him. You hate him so fucking much. He’s not even touching you, not doing anything but standing there with his cock stuffed in your nook and enjoying the goddamn view. In your head this had played out real fucking different. Him underneath you. Nails catching in your skin. Close. Dangerous. Instead you’re on your hands and knees drooling on the sheets, while he won’t even put an effort into fucking you. You’re lefts sweating and gripping the sheets helplessly. He’s so still inside of you. And big. Doesn’t fit, with that ridiculous stiff mammal fuckstick of his and your nook is chafing itself trying to draw him further in.

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OH MY GOD DID MY BIRTHDAY COME EARLY

WOW WHAT A GREAT REQUEST

I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind but I hope you like it, Lily!

I should probably color this… at some point… in the distant future. Since I went to the trouble of making the line art so neat. Sigh.

Mint drew a thing I asked for! Oh, I love it so so so so much! Aaaaugh his hand grabbing Dave's cape...  bottomless pit of Strider feels, indeed. So timely, too -- Dirk really needs this right about now, yes?

Thank you thank you thank you!  *slightly weepy hug*