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[jamalgripperton46290]

Blinding Lights and Secret Doors (Hub x Bub)

A/N

WE'RE BACK :)))) Enjoy lil' broskis <3

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Time flies, goes by like a faint and succinct rustle among the strong, rustling wind. Hell, just a couple months ago Bub was watching the children gleefully play outside, while decorations of fluorescent pumpkins adorned the scene, as well as the occasional 'Trick or Treat' exchanged by exuberant little children buzzing with excitement and pride, showing all of their winnings of candy to their friends, as if they were intricate pieces of treasures, only to be shown to the most trustworthy of people. And then came Thanksgiving. Nothing too special, just Bub showing up to his parent's house for some family gathering being held, and jacking off harshly into his hand shortly after the boredom was too much to overcome by himself.

And jacking off has always been one of Bub's (not many) talents, as he'd like to boast to everyone. He's fantastic, heck, maybe even the greatest. He knows the right amount of pressure to apply, the perfect rhythm, all the key spots, and that flawless angle and position of his wrist where it isn't bound to get as worked up as most of the population's "Average Noob Whacking", as he likes to call it. He might be the ultimate and unmatched whacker off-er or jerk off-er (however you'd wish to call it) in his own eyes, but reality doesn't always live up to the rad expectations we make up in our heads. I'll just cut to the chase and tell you that Bub's just a sad, pathetic little virgin (womp womp). Living his life miserably fucking his hand because no one else is there to do it for him. How utterly sad. (#Lcantrelate).

Okay, well, easing off the harshness here for a lil', let's move onto Hub, our fellow yellow storybot. Looks can deceive, as they like to say, because Hub was often described as an outgoing and friendly fella, usually the one coming up with unusually fun ideas to spend the time, mostly really fuckin' weird. Like that one time he somehow convinced the whole gang to piss in this bigass bucket, to later use the liquid and pour it down at people from his 4th floor. But fun nonetheless. What most didn't and wouldn't expect, was that he had a rather interesting sex life. I mean, c'mon, you wouldn't really be able to predict that some fidgety yellow dude whose stature would fool you into thinking he was a pubescent, moody teenager going on a no-deodorant strike, could name even the wildest positions in bed in less than a minute or two. Well actually, most teenagers nowadays probably could, but like, let's dwell on the good ol' 19-somethings, 'kay? (neither of us was born then but whatever don't come at us pls). Back in the days and stuff, or whatever boomers say these days, I don't know.

Needless to say, while one got bitches, the other one didn't, and was probably getting his dick stuck in something that wasn't a cunt. Like, dude, how much of a virgin can one really be? Bub is the robot embodiment of that.

Well, Hub was pretty well-known around storybot-ville, so naturally, he got invited to some random Christmas party held at some pothead he knew's house, not to toot his own horn, but he was kinda famous around these regions, he was humble about it though, like the cool dude he was #humblestorybotdudeyourockman.

So yeah, Hub being all humble and stuff, accepted the nice invitation, manners and all. And just like in any other story, this is the event where the two oblivious characters meet, and in our stories, end in both of em' fucking, cuz duh. You know what you clicked on anyways, pls keep reading chickadee, we wanna be famous :)))

No one really knows how Bub got there, but he did, m'kay? (I'm feelin kinda lazy rn and making another backstory is kinda exhausting yk sorry chickadoodles momma humpty still loves u)

Anyways,

It was reaching around 11:00 at night, and all the happy storybots were in the exciting midst of getting ready for a fun, gay ol' night with their friends, probably to just end up smoking that wild hippie lettuce and dropping dead on the couch after a couple shots, but at least it was all in loving company, and at the end of the day, that's all that really matters <3 (awwww)

Bub was being an absolute loner in a dark corner, the colorful, bright lights cascading byzantine shadows across his pumpkin-orange hued robot features, the speakers were blasting some random ass song that said something along the lines of someone's cock being bigger than yours? Bub didn't know, he didn't really listen to music (shame on u bub soad is rad asf bro #cigarosupremacy🧎‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙏✝️). His friend apparently ditched him for some hunk like 3 steps into the house. Fantastic.

So alone he was, scanning the crowd before him moshing to some song he didn't know, having what seemed like a good time. He was really debating on finding the nearest bathroom to jack off in because being in a party with nobody at your side is pretty sad and very, very boring. 

He was about to flip a coin to decide his lonely dick's fate, when he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he was met with a rather good-looking storybot, roughly his height.

"Hey, haven't seen you around, you new here?" The amber toned fellow shouted over the deafening noise.

"What? Oh, uh, no. Just here with a friend... I think. She kinda ditched me."

"Oh, bummer man, sorry about that. Uh, can I sit here?" Hub gestured at the chair beside Bub. Having nothing better to do (other than jacking off), Bub nodded, moving aside slightly to accommodate space for this new hunk.

"What's a cute guy like you doing alone in here, then?" Hub smirked, inching slightly closer to the orange robot.

"Actually, I just kinda got here, y'know? This stuff isn't really my scene, not gonna lie," Bub rambled on, "And I got here with my friend like 20 minutes ago, and it kinda sucks 'cause I picked my good ratty jeans for this, and like, not even 5 seconds into this place, and some dude starts flirting with her and then just like that, bam, she's gone. So then, I'm like: 'should I jack off or something?', so I was gonna flip a coin and then you came so like, here we are now, I guess."

Listening intently to his whack ass story, Hub let out a small chuckle, kind of mesmerized with this dude, he surely wanted to know more about him.

"What? Shit gets boring, y'know? And jacking off is the next best thing on my list."

"So, I take it you just randomly jack off when you're bored?" Hub laughs.

"Y'know what? Forget it, I probably should be getting home anyway or something." Bub huffed, annoyed. Getting up from his seat a little more dramatically than he probably should've, but he lived for drama and shit, like the little fucker he was.

Strong hands pulled him back and down onto Hub's lap. And correct him if he was wrong, but was that a semi digging into his ass? Damn, who knew a lame ass virgin could make that happen?

Maybe he was imagining things, or maybe someone spiked his drink, but surely, he couldn't make that happen all by himself, could he?

"I was gonna ask you to spend your lonely little Christmas with me. I've been eyeing you a lot tonight, but you're an oblivious one, aren't you?" Hub hums seductively, hands tightly gripping Bub's waist, his mouth starting to ghost across the back of his neck, sending tiny shocks of pleasure down the orange robot's spine.

Eventually, Bub dragged the hunk by the hand and ran with him to the nearest available room, checking that it was empty and free of storybots high off their shit, he locked the door behind them successfully.

As cool and controlled as Bub was trying to play it, he was wracking his brain for possible ways to tackle this... Situation.

I mean, he had already embarrassed himself enough earlier, so he wasn't just gonna tell the dude 'hey brah, I'm kind of a virgin so take it real vanilla on me, 'kay?'. Hell no.

But he figured he'd watched plenty of stuff on the internet, so he knew the gist of it, you could say.

It was probably the adrenaline speaking for him or something, because next thing he knew, some unknown force was making him pull the hunk's jeans down, or at least attempt to, cuz those shits wouldn't come down as much as he pulled on them, the hunk had cake. What a lucky bonus!

"A feisty one, are we?"

He was already thinking of all the ways he'd go with this, his head continuously chanting yes, yes, yes, yes. When it suddenly dawned upon him, he hadn't properly introduced himself to the 'hunk' as he'd been calling him in his head all this time. Dammit, way to go, Bub.

"Uh, not to like, ruin the moment we're having here, but I figured if I want to moan your name as loud as I can and until my lungs give out, I need to know it and stuff," Bub awkwardly smiled rather sheepishly, "Uh, by the way, I'm Bub."

"Oh, yeah. I'm Hub... Uh, nice to meet you? Can you please get on with it, though? My dick's killing me here."

"Uh, yeah, sorry."

Well at least that was out of the way, now he could finally get through with the fun part. It shouldn't be too hard right? (ha, hard. lolsies i'm so silly)

He was a hectic flurry of emotions, up until the jeans finally came off. And he saw the outline of his first ever dick. He was about to suck that thing! Him! Bub Storybot was accomplishing a major milestone today! He almost wanted to take a quick picture posing next to it and keep it in his wallet or something. Hooray for him(?)

Soon after, the moment of truth was here. It felt like the world was spinning in slow fucking motion, all his life was leading to this very moment. He almost shed a tear over this random dude's dick, seriously.

And so, the boxers came off, and woah.

Merry fuckin' Christmas.

Bub's jaw hung agape at the mesmerizing sight, what used to be a semi hard cock was now fully up, the vein on the underside of Hub's length pulsed with blood racing down to his painfully hard dick. The tip leaked slimy little beads of pre-cum sliding down the fiery, angry tip. Bub salivated at the very thought of wrapping his lips around it. So that's exactly what he did.

Capturing Hub's tip in the warm cavity of his mouth, Bub circled it with his tongue while soaking in the small grunts that left Hub as he did so. After some more teasing, Hub grew irritated at Bub's antics and grabbed the back of his head, shoving his length down his throat. Bub's gags filled the pretty cramped room they were both in, the soft yellow hue of the old light encompassed the two and seeped out the small crack at the bottom of the door, along with the sound of Hub's grunts and moans.

Drool coated Hub's length and slid down Bub's chin as he bobbed his head along his length, hands placed on Hub's meaty thighs and eyes tracing over his sweaty features. Wobbly shelves creaked slightly as Hub tilted his head back in pleasure, old ornaments rolled down the slanted shelves and weathered tinsel crunched noisily beneath the weight of his head.

Bub traced the bumps of prominent veins that lined his cock either his tongue, eliciting sounds of pure pleasure from Hub. Prior quiet and kind of unnoticeable groans and grunts soon turned into loud and very noticeable moans, groans and the occasional whimper. Hub's cock twitched deep in Bub's thoat as he fought the need to gag and swallowed every inch Hub had.

Stars exploded infront of Hub's eyes as he felt himself emptying his load in Bub's mouth. Catching his breath as he slumped against the wall and soaked in the few remaining sparks that still burned after he came, Hub clamped Bub's jaw shut with his hand as the other plugged his nose so Bub had no other option than to swallow every last drop.

Hub yanked Bub's pants down, the thicker piece of denim scraping against Bub's two voluptuous planets and bunching up at his ankles. Grabbing the  weathered tinsel in his hands, Hub tightly tied the material around both of Bub's wrists behind his back as he lined his saliva covered cock up with Bub's slightly puckered chocolate starfish.

Bub could barely register the fact that his wrists were restrained behind his back, his pants were down and Hub's body was pressed flush against his back before Hub plunged the entirety of his length into him. A loud yelp (that was more kinda like a loud moan) fell from Bub's lips as Hub continued to thrust inside him at an organ rearranging pace. The door they were currently fucking against rattled and creaked under the borderline animalistic way they were going at it.

What was left of Hub's self-control immediately crumbles and dissolved into nothingness once he'd heard whimpers spill from Bub's tongue, along with the chant of his name that sounded as if he was worshipping Hub's very existence. Roughly pounding into Bub, Hub had a vice-like grip on his fiery orange skin that was now glazed in sweat from the boiling atmosphere of the stuffy cupboard.

With one last deep and gut splitting thrust, Hub spilled all his cum inside Bub. The two were left with white blinding their visions at the sound crushing pleasure that still flowed through their veins before they put in their clothes once again and straightened themselves out.

After some time, it finally dawned upon Bub that he'd just fucked the chunk of a hunk in a damn storage cupboard like fuckin animals. Down and dirty against a door, even that was mind-boggling to him (even though the second he gets a little to bored at any function he's up and off to the nearest restroom or empty room for the wank of his life that leaves his hand cramped up, a tad sore and slightly stuck in the circular position).

It also occurred to him that he'd probably not see or hear from Hub for a while since they only knew each other's name before they rushed off to a cupboard to blow off some steam only to part ways not long after the best lay of each of their lives. Stuffing his hands into his pockets to seem a little less awkward, he felt something crinkling in his palm. He took the thing out and, lo and behold, it was a small note.

2 434-5508

Round 2?

- Hub

Looks like it's gonna be a very merry Christmas this year.

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A/N

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I MISSED YA LIL' CHICKADOODLES

RadHumptyTrumpty here, and I wanna apologize for not being here for like, what. 3 months?

But, alas, we made it and I was very happy to go back to writing again (the last 3 fics were all solely written by pookie jamal) I came up with this random idea laying awake on my bed and staring at the ceiling. I wrote pretty much most of it, and not to brag or anything, but I think this is my best work humor and grammatical wise :)

We both listened to Radio/Video an ungodly amount of times while making this chapter, so thank you father Serj, we owe ya bro <3

Although Siamese Dream kept me fucking poetically soaring. One of the bestest albums ever wtf its amazing ily Siamese Dream. Cried like twice when Luna started playing, that shit is SAD ASF GODDAMN. Thanks for that, father Billy, ur so metal ily <3

Can't forget ma beautiful golden boys. Bullets kept me alive and still does like every second ever. #IBYMBYBMYLSUPREMACY. Love ya lots pookie Gerard <3333333333333333333333333333

Oh and thank you Mozzie, you save me constantly. Meat Is Murder is better than The Queen Is Dead come at me idgaf I stand by my beliefs. Still love TQID a lot tho, but MIM has my heart (My fav is Barbarism Begins At Home btw. Literal gold. Amen). Thanks for that, old man Mozzah <3

I used this fic as an excuse to bully Bub, idk why I just don't like him, Hub's better. Whatever.

I had so much fun writing this, and hope you had fun reading it :)

Mama loves u chickadoodles <33333

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HI PEEPS, Jamal Gripperton here. It's been a long while since we've posted (like 2 months so like a really long time and stuff). There's a lotta things I gotta tell y'all so I'm gonna go through it kinda quickly. 

Firstly, sorry for not puttin somethin out for a while its just been a lil busy and stuff and there was a lotta kinnktober, nnn and kinkmas stuff we were gonna put out earlier and stuff.

Thirdly, if you read the first A/N you'd know that Beezy Bee is now Rad Humpty Trumpty which to the new readers that'll see this after all of the chapter endings and stuff are changed this won't really matter but yea Beezy Bee will now reside in our hearts and stuff. 

Fourthly, 1.7K?!?!?!?!?!!? WHAT THE ACTUAL FLIPITTY FUCK !?!?!? THANKS LIL PEEPS Literally bouta die cuz alla y'alls are so rad and got a special place in my heart and the journey we've been through so far is like fuckin majestical and I can't put into words how grateful I am for every single one of them reads and the loyal peeps who come back when we drop another banger.

So yea there's that.

(did y'all catch sneaky lil am reference?)

Keep readin this shit, we're really cool.

Have a good one ppls :)

- RadHumptyTrumpty and Jamal Gripperton <3

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The Suffocating Scent Of Lust (Joe Biden x Donald Trump)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N (if you haven't already read it go read it now then come back)

(cover creds to BigZTheWriter on Wattpad)

A/N

We're back ppls and the spirit of kinktober is still aflame (as it should be). This fic isn't politically correct in anyway obviously cuz why would it be? We both have no clue about anything with American politics or anything American really, so obvs don't be like pissed or anything bout this. 

All that stuff aside, this is our first fic from a request and is obviously dedicated to our requester, Chococat_Writerrr on ao3. Thanks for requesting we hope you like this one.

P.S- I've never written an abo fic before and I think you can definitely tell.

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Biden's scent was intoxicating, frighteningly so.

Trump just couldn't get the sweet smell off his mind. It's like it lulled him into a deep sense of comfort and home. He hadn't felt that in a long time, which further pulled him in. Alongside with Biden's voice, the way they cowered when he carried himself, his blindingly beautiful physique. How could he resist the walking temptation that practically teased him every day?

Little did Trump know Biden felt the same way towards him. Probably even more so, as he desperately stroked his schlong at the thought of him. Eyes closed and whimpers falling off his lips as he longed for Trumps hands to be wrapped around him instead of his own. Biden longed to always have Trump's scent by his side, the strong but strangely comforting smell that clearly belonged to an alpha.

Sure they both knew that they shouldn't be thinking of the other it the way they were, but they just couldn't stop themselves. The two settled to admiring from afar, eyes lingering for just a little too long for it to just be considered friendly.

Alas, today was a new day that certainly couldn't break the rules on…right?

As Trump wandered through the barren, quiet halls of the white house, he stopped in his tracks once the familiar- but slightly different- scent overtook his nostrils. Biden. In heat. Trump felt his inner alpha growling in hunger and impatience, blood rushed to his nether regions making the tent in his pants larger than it already was. Desperate to get his hands on Biden, Trumps picked up his pace as he speedily strolled through the empty hallway. Biden's scent practically leaked out of his office in strong waves, overtaking Trump with desire.

Turning the door knob then locking it behind him, his eyes landed on the scene in front of him. Biden's clothes were dotted around the room, except his tie that hung loosely around his neck which was a dark pink with heat, as well as his face. He was a sight for sore eyes, desperately trying to get himself off, -but he just couldn't- whines and whimpers of frustration leaving his pink, kissable lips as he did so. His scent filled each and every corner of the room, slowly sending Trump into a dream like state at how delicious it was. Biden let out a whine once he noticed Trump hungrily staring at him.

"Mmm, a slutty, little omega desperate for a warm, thick magnum dong to fill them up?" Trump growled out, looming over Biden with a predatory gaze.

Biden whimpered and feebly nodded his head, craving Trump's length, fingers, tongue, anything.

"Words, Joey" Trump smirked as Biden continued to squirm under his gaze.

"I do want you Trumpy~" Biden mewled.

Trump bent Biden over his table, unzipping his pants and shoving his icky sticky meat stick into Biden. A loud moan left Biden's lips at the deliciously full feeling of Trumps shaft filling him up. Stretching Biden's warm, tight hole as he jack-hammered his schlong into him repeatedly. Pulling out more moans and whimpers from Biden as the table's legs annoyingly screeched against the floor, Trump continued to rut inside him, the deafening sounds of their skin clapping as they meet, the craping of table legs and moans and groans of pleasure filled every corner of the room.

The pair both drew closer to their releases, the moans in the room growing louder and the clapping of skin against skin more frantic. Trump groaned at the feeling of Biden squeezing his ding-a-ling between his gummy walls.

"F- fuck 'm gonna-" Biden moaned out, hands grasping the table.

Just as the words left his mouth, Trump pulled out, Biden juices coated his still rock hard meat stick. Biden whined as he tried to get himself back on Trump, but couldn't under his iron grip.

"Not just yet Joe~" Trump smirked to himself as he spoke, aligning himself with Biden before plunging back in again.

Trump thrusted harder and faster, the lewd sounds in the room growing louder as the two got at it like animals. Biden felt his inner omega's tail wagging and tongue lolling as Trump pulled on his tie, cutting off his air source as he thrusted into him with sheer force so strong he felt as his he was being split apart at the seams.

Not that long after, Biden once again squeezed around Trump as he gripped the table for dear life, his cheek resting against the cool surface, a drastic difference ti the heat and tears of pleasure that rolled down the rosy flesh.

"Mhm, milk my fucking schlong" Trump growled as he felt his inner alpha getting more and more out of control.

Biden was grasping at his orgasm that's just out of his reach as Trump thrusted into him a few more times, sending him into an explosion of pleasure. A loud moan came from Biden as Trump spilled his load into him with an animalistic groan. Although Trump wasn't plunging his length into him anymore, Biden still gripped at the table's edge, as if to keep him down on on earth. He came so hard he swore he could see stars. Panting softly as he rest his head on the table, Trump softly nipped at his pinkish neck, drawing out soft whimpers from Biden.

Maybe breaking a few rules from time to time isn't all that bad.

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A/N

Word count: 1290

Sup lil chickadees? It's Jamal here and goddamn, that was… something. This one was a kind of blast to the not so far past of out first fic The Sharpest Tool In The Shed. At least I feel like that cuz this one reminds me a lot of it. Hope you liked this one as much as we did cuz it is 4:41am on a Tuesday night (wish I could say Friday iykyk) and my ipad which I'm writing this on tight now is at 29% as I desperately try to muffle my laughs while I write this.

This was supposed to be posted on the 5th but we just got busy with homework and stuff but now we're back and ready to post again.

Thanks to all of you loyal readers who come back every new chapter and like what we put out here, we hope you like this chapter and the ones to cum.

Also thanks to AM, PTV, MCR and falling in reverse for helping us get the poeticness to write these chapters (like fr we owe it to you).

Remember kids, always fully cook your chicken and buckle your seat belt.

-Jamal Gripperton and Beezy Bee &lt;3

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Sweet Puddin' (Harley Quinn x The Joker)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N (if you haven't already read it go read it now then come back)

A/N - HAPPY KINKTOBER ONCE AGAIN PPLS! (we got lots of kinky stuff going on in this one). This fic contains spoilers for the Suicide Squad movie so if you haven't watched it yet and you want to, this is your sign to click off. 

P.S -I have never read the comics or seen any other movie besides suicide squad and know nothing about the dc universe so this might not be that accurate or whatever, just a small heads up. Google also told me that The Joker's name is Jack Napier, so we're going with that.

(This chapter is dedicated to our second ever commenter, but the first on  Wattpad, ow10306010. Maybe you'd read this on another bus trip someday, who knows?)

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Reading a book and sipping espresso was Harley Quinn, who was in her cell, which now had a bed. After defeating the Enchantress and the Enchantress 'brother with the 'Suicide Squad' aka Deadshot, herself, Katana, Killer Croc, El Diablo, Captain Boomerang and Colonel Rick Flag. The air in her cell was the same as before she'd gone with the others to "save the world" at the risk of their lives, under Amanda's command. Cold, stale and funky smelling. It was still deathly quiet as before, only the occasional whirring of her espresso machine tore through the deafening silence of her solitude.

 So yeah, I guess you could say that her life was better than a couple months prior. There was at least something else to do except hang off the tattered cloth that was tied to the upper bars of her cell, or when that was taken away, mope around on the floor. It was lonely, hell, it always was. Doesn't seem like that would change either considering she witnessed the helicopter her Puddin' was in blow up.

She was completely alone now, with no one that would care enough about her to have a single thought of her that wasn't negative after The Joker had passed. Flipping through the pages of her book as she read to take her mind off the loneliness she had and drinking a lot of espresso were her only ways to escape the burning in her heart.

Said burning was connected to the ticking time bomb, that once the whole thought of being lonely for the rest of her life and probably not ever escaping the literal and figurative prison she was in, would detonate on her already corrupted mind, thoughts and being. Erasing every one of the few faded memories she had left. 

Just like what she did to The Joker.

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"I did everything you said, I helped you!" Harleen spoke out breathlessly.

"Ah... you... helped me... by erasing my mind, what few. Faded. Memories I had?" 

"No, you left me in a black hole of rage and confusion" The words fell off his tongue, laced in venom, spite and rage.

"Is that the medicine you practice? Doctor Quinzell?"

"What are you gonna do, you gonna kill me Mr. J?" Harleen had tried to hide her fear but failed as her tone and eyes gave her away.

"Oh, I'm not gonna kill ya, I'm just gonna hurt ya, really, really bad." 

"You think so? Well, I can take it"

The Joker snapped the brown belt in his hands and placed it between her teeth.

"I wouldn't want you to break those perfect, porcelain capped teeth, when the juice... hits your brain." He whispered the last part and gripped the mysterious items in his hands.

Then, he pressed them to her temples.

-

The memory made the bile at the back of her throat even more sour as she pushed the thoughts back and tried to put her mind back to her book but unfortunately, failed to do so as more and more memories came rushing to her at full speed.

-

Nine huge, bubbling tubs of Ace Chemicals sat far below the platform Harleen and The Joker were stood on. Harleen stared at the tubs blankly as The Joker stood a few feet behind her. Smoke or steam, she couldn't tell, floated above the tubs, small lights encircled them as well.

"Question..." The Joker's voice spoke out from behind her. He never failed to make her weak, no matter how little or how much he did.

"Would you die... for me?" He walked a few steps closer to her, so did Harleen.

"Yes" Harleen replied almost immediately.

"That's too easy..." The joker paused to think for a second.

"Would you... Would you live for me?"

"Hmm?" He spoke again once she didn't reply for a few seconds.

"Yes"  

"Careful, do not say this oath, thoughtlessly."

"Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power." The Joker continued in a hushed, whisper like tone.

"You want this?"

"I do" Harleen replied.

"Say it, say it, say it, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty..." He whispered.

"Please?" Harleen's tone was on the brink of begging.

"Oh God, you're so... good."

The Joker took a few steps back and Harleen's back was facing where the tubs were. She leaned back and begun falling, falling into the tub of bleach whit chemicals and to her probable demise. He stared over the edge after Harleen fell into the tub. 

While walking over to the door, he paused, letting out a frustrated sound, he turned around and took off his jacket, walking over to the edge of the platform again and jumped off, into the tub. He pulled Harleen's body up to the surface and connected their lips in a searing kiss.

As he pulled away, Harleen gasped for air and The Joker started laughing maniacally.

-

Harley shook her head, as if clearing her head of all the other memories of him. Suddenly, the wall behind her had blown up and multiple armed people speedily walked in, shooting every guard in sight. After successfully breaking into her cell, a masked man walked towards her, Harley stood up from her bed and blandly stared at him as he took off his mask. Underneath the mask was The Joker.

"Puddin'!" Harley wrapped her arms around him joyfully.

Although she was confused how he was here and how he wasn't dead, when she watched him be blown up. Excitement still flooded her, he was here. Here in her arms, next to her. Living and breathing. Harley couldn't believe it.

"Let's go home" He drawled out.

The Joker scooped her up into his and carried her back to his car, placing her body onto the seat. Pressing his foot on the gas, the car's engine roared beneath them. As the pair speedily cruised through the pretty empty streets, The Joker grew more and more impatient, moving one of his hands to Harley's thigh, groping and kneading it as he drove.

The hunger that had bubbled through him the entire time the two had been separated festered in him, bubbling up like boiling soup on the stove. He couldn't just wait 'till he got home to pounce, but he had to. Pressing his foot even harder against the gas, a race against the clock until the insatiable hunger in him bubbled over, leaking all the emotions he'd been holding until he had Harley back in his arms.

God, he missed her. He could barely keep the already destructed little shards and pieces of his sanity together as he worked relentlessly to get her back in his arms. He missed her body, the amount of control he had on her and how he had her wrapped around his pinky finger. If he could, he would pull over right now and fuck her into an oblivion until she's a crying, squirming, overstimulated mess.

However, The Joker didn't want to just pull over and fuck her senseless on the side of the road in the confined space of his car. He wanted it to be in the comfort of his own home, behind closed doors and against a large, comfortable mattress in the plush, soft sheets of his bed. So, he pushed his desire for her away and continued driving.

Soon, the sun had gone and welcomed the cold embrace of the moon and night. The streetlights -which were now on- cast a warm glow below them, lighting up the roads and sidewalks. 

After what had seemed like decades, they arrived at The Joker's house which was -obviously- much bigger than a normal house, a mansion if you will. He hastily parked the car and led her back to his room. Sinful thoughts flooded his mind even more every step they took closer to the comfortable, solitary confines of his room, Harley seemed to be thinking about things similar to what he was, judging by the rose tint that spread across her face and the sudden silence of her sly comments and small giggles.

Opening the door to The Joker's bedroom, Harley was pinned against the wall as The Joker's lips were smothered and slotted between her own. Teeth clashing and tongues sliding against each other, the lewd sounds of their lips meeting filled the room along with the occasional moan or groan. The kisses were full of desperation and lust, his hands were also full of desperation and lust as they aimlessly roamed Harley's body, groping the soft, fleshy skin.

"Take off those clothes, doll" Jack spoke slightly breathlessly after he pulled away from the kiss.

A grin grew on Harley's face as she peeled off her clothes while maintaining eye contact with him. Jack sat on the bed, hungry eyes devouring the sight before him as the tent in is pants grew larger. Slowly taking off the last of her clothes and tossing the garments somewhere, Harley innocently batted her lashes at him, her lip caught between her teeth.

"Come to daddy" Jack slurred as he took off his shirt.

Harley giggled at his words as she walked up to him. Jack motioned for her to get down on her knees, so she did. She looked up at him through her lashes, patiently waiting for him to say something.

"Show me how much you missed me" He whispered in a seductive tone.

After hearing those words fall from his lips, she began to unbuckle his belt and push his pants down. Beads of precum leaked out of his rosy tip, taking it into her mouth and paying special attention to the slit. Jack groaned at the feeling, tilting his head back as he'd remember the euphoric feeling of her lips wrapped around him.

Bobbing her head up and down, her saliva dripping down his length and pooling at the base. Harley gagged slightly once the tip deliciously hit the back of her throat. Groans slipped off Jack's lips as pleasure engulfed him like a warm blanket of ecstasy. He continued pushing her head down and fucking her throat as lewd sounds floated around the room. As Harley continued is cock twitched in the warm cavity of her mouth, just before shooting hot, sticky sperm down her throat.

"Go on, swallow it all" Jack growled, hazy eyes watching her as she did so.

A smirk grew on his face as he lifted her up and placed her on the bed, her back against the plush material. Slowly, he spread her legs apart and inched his face closer to her throbbing, dripping core. Harley let out a shaky breath as her eyes followed his, practically drowning in anticipation of what he was going to do.

Harley softly gasped at the sensation of Jack shamelessly spitting on her sex, her arousal mixing with his saliva. Still maintaining eye contact, he dragged his now flattened tongue from her weeping hole up to her throbbing clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Her thighs twitched slightly at the feeling, soft whimpers escaping her throat as he sucked her clit.

As Harley's hips rolled and thighs twitched in pleasure as Jack tongue fucked her tight hole, he wrapped his arms around her thighs, forcing them apart and still as he worked his mouth quicker. Drawing out more moans and whimpers from Harley's soft, plump and swollen lips. (the ones on her face ya dirty dawg) Jack slurped, sucked and licked at her fluid leaking cunt, making her hips buck and her fingers grasping at the messy strands of his hair, tugging and pulling at them. As Jack continued eating her out, Harley un-knowingly tried to push his head away from her aching core, too engulfed in her pleasure to notice that she was.

"If you want me to eat you out 'till you cum then don't try to push me away" Jack mumbled against her pussy lips before delving right back in, tongue and all.

The more he worked her pussy, the closer she got. It was pure ecstasy, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she clenched around his tongue, a symphony of moans and chanting of his name as if he was a god that was about to condemn her to the fiery pits of hell.

Jack groaned as her cum painted his tongue, his taste buds practically exploding from the taste, making sure to slurp up every drop of her delicious nectar. Pulling away from her wet core, her slick covered his lips and dripped down his chin. Jack then connected their lips together in a slow and sensual kiss, their tongues sliding and lips connecting and disconnecting. Harley pulled away and chuckled softly at the look in his eyes.

"Get on your hands and knees baby, you know how. Face down, ass up" Jack growled out with a grin on his face.

Harley did exactly as he said, her hands gripped the cozy sheets that lay beneath her, the same sheets that would soon be covered in bodily fluids. Jack grabbed his length, rubbing the tip against her increasingly wet folds before slamming all of it into her tight, warm hole which made her loudly moan. Placing his hands on her hips, Jack started thrusting his cock in and out her pussy. The lewd sounds of skin meeting, moans and the wet, squelching sounds of his dick pumping against her hole of fat and human flesh filled each and every corner and crevice of the room.

"Fuck yeah, take my cock like the slut you are" Jack groaned as he continued jack-hammering his appendage into her fleshy cunt.

Resting her cheek against the plush mattress, Harley moaned in response, unable to form words with the pleasure that surged through her. The ecstasy was almost blinding, more moans slid off her puffy lips as his tip brushed her cervix. Jack slowed down slightly and pulled out a small, sharp blade then dragged it across her soft, pale skin. The dark, crimson fluid leaking out the wound, a stark contrast to her porcelain skin. Harley whined at the sensation, pain and pleasure that molded and mixed together which felt strangely euphoric.

He continued to glide the blade across her prior unbroken skin, Harley's blood painted her back like an artistic mosaic painted by the hands of God himself. Licking up the crimson that flowed out of the fresh wounds, Jack groaned at the delectable taste, his thrusts speeding up as he chased his release. Sounds of pleasure erupted from her, moving her hips back as he thrusted into her.

"Uh huh, just like that, back up onto my cock" Jack growled into her ear, sending tingles down Harley's spine.

A soft giggle came from Harley, which quickly changed into a moan as he wrapped his hand around her neck. Still plunging his dick into her arousal-dripping hole, Jack sucked, licked and nibbled at the supple, sensitive flesh. Speeding up his thrusts, more moans, groans and whimpers came from the pair as they both inched closer to their release. More thrusts that deliciously hit her g-spot, choking, praises and sounds of pleasure later, the pair got closer and closer to their sweet release.

"That's right, cum all over my cock baby, all over it" Jack moaned out, his tip kissing her cervix.

Harley's pussy spasmed, fluttered and twitched around his cock, her moans growing louder as he sped up even more. His cock mouthwateringly filled her up as tears of pleasure rolled down her hot, red cheeks.

"Mhm, milk my fucking cock" Jack moaned as his hands gripped her hips like a vice.

He thrust his hips forward a few more times before emptying his load deep inside her. Euphoria, ecstasy and pleasure flowed through their veins, engulfing them in pure dopamine. Both of them were breathless as they lay next to each other on the blood and bodily fluid soaked sheets, just basking in the presence of each other now that they were finally back together.

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Sup lil chickadees? We are back again with another kinktober fic, feeding you lil birdees with your well deserved S M U T. Hope y'all liked this one as much as our other chapters and the chapters to come. 

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A Warm Welcome (Cookie Monster x Elmo)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N (if you haven't already read it go read it now then come back)

A/N- HAPPY KINKTOBER PPLS!  We are officially back after some time and we have lots of stuff ready for y'alls peepers to feast on. Hope y'all like what we've got 4 you. This chapter is a lil short but it's a nice warm up for the other stuff we've got prepared.

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Boxes littered Cookie Monster's new house. A fresh new start, he continued unpacking his things before deciding that he could do it later and left to go for a walk around his neighborhood. As he was walking outside, he caught a glance of Elmo, his neighbor, who lived right next to him, taking out his trash. He continued his walk, slowly familiarizing himself with Sesame Street. Cookie Monster could feel someone's eyes on the back of his head as he walked away. Weird.

Black coated the sky as Cookie Monster ventured back to his house. Was he really walking around for that long? The amber streetlights illuminated his path back home, the occasional car drove by, interrupting the silence draped across the street. It was peaceful, calm. Just how he liked it.

Home, bland and crowded by cardboard boxes, but still home. He layed across the bed, limbs splayed across the mattress. Eyes heavy and sleep-deprived, slumber overtook him as he slept and dreamt peacefully about the new chapter of his life ahead of him.

Cookie Monster awoke and tossed in his bed groggily, unsuccessfully trying to go back to the warm arms of slumber that enveloped him earlier. 1:47 pm, his alarm clock blinked at him, as if it was silently telling him to get off his ass and unpack. So that's what he did, after a few hours of laborious unpacking, he went out for lunch. A cozy restaurant not that far from his house.

Looks like this'll be the place I'll be going to very frequently

Two fried eggs, a piece of toast and some bacon sat in front of him on his plate, practically begging him to devour them, but something, no, someone was stopping him from doing so. Just like yesterday, he felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of his skull, shamelessly staring at him. But who?

He turned around and finally saw who was staring a him. Or who he thought was staring at him.

Elmo.

He just so happened to turn his head away once Cookie Monster looked at him. Weird. Without a second thought about him, Cookie Monster ate his food, payed, and walked back home.

Throughout the week, Cookie Monster swore he saw Elmo practically everywhere. At the post office, the grocery store, the mall, the park, you name it, Elmo was there. It creeped him out a bit but he brushed it off. It's just a coincidence... right?

About a week or two later, Cookie Monster battled the doubt in him and decided that he had to speak to Elmo again, once and for all. Technically, didn't really talk that much, when he moved in, it was only Elmo staring at him and introducing himself, but only after Cookie Monster did.

The day he decided to finally talk to Elmo, Cookie Monster woke up early, ate breakfast, and repeatedly rehearsed what he was going to say as he fought the battle against his nerves. Right before he put his hand on the door handle, the doorbell rang.

Behind the door stood his quiet, observant, and kinda creepy neighbor, Elmo.

"Hi, Cookie Monster... right?" Elmo spoke, holding a small box of baked goods in his hands.

"Hi, yeah it's Cookie Monster... And you're Elmo?" Cookie Monster replied in a cool, calm tone, skilfully hiding his nerves.

"Mhm, so since you've basically just moved in, Elmo thought you might need a nice welcome... Just to make you more familiar with the neighborhood, of course" he added hastily. "Can I come in?" A smirk played on Elmo's lips as he spoke.

"Sure, yeah, of course" Cookie Monster opened the door wider and showed Elmo inside.

"Nice place you've got here..." Elmo mumbled as he glanced around Cookie Monster's house, but more at him.

The pair quietly walked around for a bit, not really taking in their surroundings, just trying to make the empty void of silence less awkward.  After a bit, the pair wandered into the living room and silently sat next to each other, raking their minds of what to say to at least make the atmosphere less tense and awkward.

"Soo.... you said something about a welcome?" Cookie Monster croaked out, trying to keep his cool around Elmo. Fuck... how could someone be so tempting when you barely even know them? His black, soul-less orbs shone in the dim lighting of the room, emitting emotions so raw, it seemed as if they were direct windows to his mind and soul. God, the things Elmo did to him...

"Yeah, yeah I did" Elmo squeaked, feeling flustered under Cookie Monster's hungry gaze.

"How about you show me just how much of a warm welcome you're willing to give me, huh?" Cookie Monster commented slyly, loving the way Elmo squirmed under his gaze and blushed at his words. It was adorable.

Elmo paused for a second, surprised at his comment but no less eager as he scooted closer to him. Cookie Monster kept his gaze on Elmo, his eyes never straying as Elmo's hands inched closer to his belt, just itching to unbuckle it and toss it somewhere random, to be completely forgotten until later. Slowly gathering the courage, Elmo carefully unbuckled Cookie Monster's belt and took it off him as Cookie Monster laid back, half lidded eyes full of lust boring through his soul.

Elmo dragged Cookie Monster's boxers down his fuzzy legs and tossed the garment somewhere in the room. Soon enough Elmo's spit ran down Cookie Monster's length, his head bobbing up and down, gagging around it's width.

"Tha's it, keep going" Cookie Monster breathed out, his head tilted back against the plush cushions of his couch, as Elmo's warm mouth and tongue worked him expertly. Tears welled up in Elmo's eyes after Cookie Monster's shlong continuously hit the back of his throat as he relentlessly fucked his mouth. His length twitched in the warm cavity of Elmo's mouth, close to releasing his load, so close...

"Fuck! Thats right, almost there" Cookie monster moaned out, a groan following as his white tadpole spermy dudes filled Elmo's mouth.

"Swallow" He grumbled, a tight grip on Elmo's chin, watching him as he swallowed all his cum, the warm, salty liquid sliding down his throat. Cookie Monster hastily undressed Elmo, softly tracing his fur as he did so, admiring his naked body for a second before beckoning him over with his finger.

Pulling his shirt over his head, then discarding it somewhere like the rest of their clothes, Cookie Monster's hands gripped Elmo's hips like a vice, lifting his body up and down his magnum dong. Moans and the lewd sounds of skin meting with skin filled the room that used to be filled with awkward silence.

"Open your mouth" Cookie Monster demanded, spitting inside Elmo's mouth once he opened it. Elmo's eyes widened as he felt Cookie Monster's saliva on his tongue, swallowing it all greedily.

"Fuck, yes, yes, yes!" Elmo mindlessly chanted as he rode Cookie Monster's length, too cockdrunk to care about how loud he was.

The feeling of Elmo's plush, warm hole embracing his cock sent him into a frenzy. Moans and other sounds of pleasure spewed from his mouth. He spit a few more times in his mouth. Elmo relished in the feeling and taste of Cookie Monster's spit before swallowing it all. Every time.

"Yeah, keep riding my cock like the slut you are" Cookie Monster growled out as Elmo's pace increased, driving him closer to that sweet release.

Elmo's moans grew louder and more high pitched as he got closer and closer to the edge. Soon, Elmo turned into a moaning mess beneath Cookie Monster, as he slowly fucked his cream back into him. Elmo leaned against Cookie Monster, eyes droopy.

"Was that a warm enough welcome?" Elmo mumbled.

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A/N

Word count: 1.5k

Welcome to the long-awaited KINKTOBER everybody!!!!!!

Buckle up motherfuckers, because we'll be sure to pump up these chapters as much as we can, in an honorary tribute to the holy month of Kinktober 🙏✝️

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, as much as we did writing and editing it &lt;3

Pray for BeezyBee's sanity, bcuz the amount of grammatical and spelling mistakes are fucking. insane. But, we need to feed ya little chickadees the holy bread yk #amen

Speaking of feeding y'all the holy bread, un-like a lotta other ppls who are posting stuff every day 4 kinktober, the most we could be able to do is every other day cuz of school and stuff. We probably won't be able to on some days but we're keeping our hopes up. We'll be posting said chapters around 4/5pm GST or a couple hours after as well.

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MEGA Smut-Shots Masterlist

The Sharpest Tool In The Shed (Shrek x Lord Farquaad)

Getting Freaky On a Friday Night (Pico x Boyfriend)

The Wall Around Our Love (Donald Trump x Elmo)

Banging Into You (Bing x Bang)

Above and Beyond (Kwazii x Peso)

A Juicy Big Mac, Please (Ronald McDonald x Kurger Bing)

A Warm Welcome (Cookie Monster x Elmo)

Sweet Puddin' (Harley Quinn x The Joker)

The Suffocating Scent Of Lust (Joe Biden x Donald Trump)

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A Juicy Big Mac, Please (Ronald McDonald x Kurger Bing)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N (if you haven't already read it go read it now then come back)

"Next!"

Ronald called. That was undeniably the word he had said the most in his life. He slouched behind this very counter every day taking hundreds of customer's orders waiting for the dreadfully slow clock to finally tick to his break or the end of his shift. His life was repetitive, boring, tedious, and basically every negative adjective you could think of, and he couldn't do anything about it. He had no clue how to change this fucked-up lifestyle, but every time he did try, he just couldn't bring himself to. Just the thought of changing an aspect of his life would send a cold shiver of dread down his spine. It was impossible for him to change if it were something big or small. However, after what felt like centuries of overthinking, today was the day that was going to change.

It was finally his lunch break, so he rapidly dashed outside to escape the overwhelming scent of grease, soda, and lingering piss from that damn ball pit, only to be greeted by smell of the sickeningly smokey air and diesel fuel of the gas station the McDonald's he worked at was located. The doors to the next-door Burger King jingled, signaling that he had entered. As the sound of the bell rang through his ears, thoughts of regret ran through his head at a million miles per hour.

I really shouldn't be doing this...

I can handle one more Big Mac before absolutely losing my sanity.... right?

I could just skip lunch and sit outside...?

I should go back

Everything would be great and the same if nothing changed

My life doesn't need to change... just one cheeseburger or happy meal.

No. Nope. Absolutely not. I need to dash back to McDonald's-

A mysterious figure caught his eye. Their hazel eyes looking out the open window taking a long drag of their cigarette, as their chocolate-brown hair flew in the light breeze of the wind. He looked ravishing, devine, scrumptious. Ronald's knees felt weak at the mere sight of him.

As if his body was on autopilot, he started walking towards him. "Hi" Ronald squeaked, a light blush crawling up his cheeks.

"Hi?" the mysterious dude answered, letting out a puff of smoke.

"What's your name?" Ronald managed to ask, although it felt as if he was drowning in the presence of this attractive male.

"My name's Kurger Bing, you?" Kurger replied with a slight smirk.

"Ronald. Ronald McDonald " He sputtered out, his cheeks warming even more.

"Well Ron, what brings you here this fine day?" Kurger inquired, motioning for him to continue.

"It's my first time here, and I was wondering what you'd recommend?" He asked, fiddling with his gloves.

"Whoppers are a must, although, if you'd like something lighter, Chicken Royales are just as great in my opinion" Kurger replied, a with a soft smile showing off his straight pearly whites.

Just before Ronald was going to order, he felt a slight tug on his trousers, and something slip into the back pocket of his pants. He didn't think anything of it and went to get a medium whopper meal with coke but noticed that the guy had left. Dammit.

It had come to the end of Ronald's shift, and as he was walking home, he put his hand in his pocket and felt something. Pulling it out and inspecting it, he realized it was a hand-written note?

'929-556-2746: Call me up, Ron ;) - Kurger '.

A ferocious blush invaded his cheeks stuffing the paper back into his pocket to use later.

Rushing back to his house, he leaped on his couch and punched the numbers into his poor phone screen as if it was the last thing he'd ever do.

"Hello? Who is this?" a deep, husky voice erupted from his mobile device.

"It's me Ron, um, this is Kurger right?" Ronald asked somewhat shyly.

"Yep this is him, the one and only" Kurger replied, his voice lightening significantly.

"Kay... Well I just wanted to ask if you'd be at the Burger King tomorrow so we can chat or something" Ronald suggested nervously.

"I'd love to" Kurger replied, and Ronald could practically hear his smirk though the phone. They talked some more and eventually exchanged shy goodbyes. Hanging up the phone and plugging it in, laying on his bed just thinking.

Did I seem too desperate? Was that too rushed? Should I slow things down? Is he only accepting because he pities me?

Ronalds eyes grew heavy, and his eyes finally shut for the last time that day.

*Next day*

"That'll be 4.85, sir" Ronald lazily informed, while the man rummaged through his bag and pulled out a 5 dollar bill. A couple more insufferable customers later, and it was FINALLY his lunch break. Ronald practically sprinted to Burger King ecstatic to finally see Kurger again.

You met the dude yesterday Ronald, chill.

Unsurprisingly, Kurger was sitting in the exact same spot and smoking a cigarette.

"Well hello Ron, for a second I thought you were gonna ditch me. But then I remembered you were the one who thought about this in the first place, so you're lucky I'm still here." He claimed in his usual deep voice, smugly with his signature smirk.

"I'm here now, so that counts for something, and if you've forgotten, I have a job which means I go to work and I don't sit around smoking all day, unlike you" Ronald replied, biting into his sandwich he packed earlier in the morning.

"Damn Ron, thought you were more on the soft side but okay" Kurger remarked, his smirk growing.

"Anyway, I wanted to ask if you'd like to come to a party which is gonna be held at my crib on Friday" he continued, staring deep into Ron's eyes. In that instant, Ron's mind went blank as he scavenged his brain trying really hard to find a simple response for that simple question.

Say yes you goddamn idiot, fucking say it you cunt.

"Uhh... Y-Yeah I'd love to go- Yes, I'm gonna be there" Ronlad replied sheepishly.

GODDAMMIT RON great job you fuckwad, literally couldn't have done a better job at accepting his invitation.

Shut up inner Ron.

Nah

"Great! Well, here's my address you can come at nine" Kurger informed with a full-blown smirk plastered on his face.

"Okay, um, I gotta go, my break's over, uh, bye." Ronald sputtered out as he stuffed the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth, and scrambled out of the Burger King as quick as he could, his face red and hot with embarassment.

*Fast Forward To Da Partay*

Blaring music and blinding lights invaded Ronald's senses as he stepped into Kurger's "crib". People were dancing, drinking or just talking with one another left and right and Kurger's house was really big, so that's a fuckton of people. Ronald pushed through the groups of people searching for the hazel-eyed brunette in the crowd.

"Hey Ron! Ya made it!" Kurger called from somewhere in the huddle of people.

"Yeah, quite the party you have here" Ronald replied, ogling at him discreetly, but how could he not? Kurger was out here sporting a white, button-down-shirt with all of the buttons undone giving wandering eyes a taste of his chiseled chest. A gold chain hanging from his neck, gathering attention to the tattoos on his neck and upper chest. Black slacks hugged his muscular legs, showing off his mouth-watering physique. But all Ronald was in, was a blue t- shirt and navy jeans which hugged his slim body.

"Wanna get some drinks? I got some fine Whiskey, Wine, Rum, Beer, Vodka. Basically whatever" Kurger suggested with a soft smile.

"Yeah, I'd like that" Ronald replied, heat traveling to his cheeks. Together they strolled towards the stools in front of the bar and ordered drinks. Enough drinks later, and the both of them had that satisfying buzzed feeling coursing through their veins.

"- And then I said to him: 'If your wanna dive in, you gotta go in prepared if you know what I'm sayin'." Kurger cackled, slapping the table, bending over with drunken laughter.

Ronald was just as amused and giddy even though he hadn't had nearly as much drinks as Kurger, because he was -and still is- a lightweight. Time passed by, and the duo drank more and more, to the point all of the nerves Ronald had at the beginning of the party, had vanished. His inner extrovert had knocked down the walls of his awkward and shy exterior. Here Ronald was: shirt off, hair messy, drenched in sweat and alcohol sensually swinging around the random pole in the middle of the room. Moving his hips to the deafening music as he felt eyes on him burning into his skin, he scanned the room to see who it was, and lo and behold, his eyes landed on Kurger.

While staring daggers at Ronald, Kurger had his legs spread across the loveseat, hair messy, shirt covering his impossibly large bulge. His stare was full of pure and animalistic lust, he was practically undressing Ronald with his eyes. Imagining every inch of pale skin that stretched across his body. A low growl escaped from him, as he stood up heading towards Ronald, who had just finished his slutty performance.

"Hey Kurgyyy, did ya like the show?" Ronald slurred, waltzing towards him.

"More than you'll know, Ron." Kurger replied, stepping closer to Ronald with the effects of his drinking altering his system dramatically. "Let's go somewhere more... private" Kurger remarked, slyly taking Ronald's pale and smaller hand in his. The closer they got to the room, the hornier they both got, the more hungry for each other they got.

Finally, they had reached Kurger's bedroom, Ronald softly closed the door behind him. As soon as the click had traveled to their ears Ronald had his hands pinned together to the door and Kurger's lips against his feverishly moving against his own. It felt as if fireworks had been set off on his entire body, especially his lips, it felt as if lights illuminated the once dark abode of Ronald's body.

Their lips danced against each other as if they had performed this very dance before. Hands traveling each other's body, familiarizing themselves with the curves and crevices. Tongues sliding against each other, sucking and invading the others mouth. In no time, the kiss had gone from soft to steamy, their hands becoming more desperate and gropey the dance with their tongues and lips becoming sluttier and more sensual.

Kurger pulled away from the kiss, his plump pink lips were now swollen, but that didn't stop them from attacking Ronlad's neck, licking, sucking, and biting leaving a trail of hickeys in their wake, Kurger looked up, continuing to leave marks and locked his eyes with Ronald's baby blues looking up innocently, but you couldn't say the same for his mouth, as it was already nearing the top of his jeans, while his hands started to unbuckle his belt.

More soft moans and whispers poured out of Ronald's mouth but then Kurger... stopped? In a split-second, Ronald was placed on the plush king bed (Ha, get it?) with Kurger slowly crawling toward him and dragging his trousers down at a frustratingly slow pace while untying his tie, then grabbing his wrists and tying them together over his head, tying him to the bed post. Ron squirmed in impatience, desperate to have him inside already.

"Patience, baby " Kurger mumbled, now pulling down his boxers.

Kurger's lips latched onto the tip of Ronalds chode ferociously sucking and swirling his tongue around his throbbing tip.

Ronald squirmed against the matte black tie letting out the softest whimpers and moans, afraid that someone might hear them. "Let em' out Ronny, no one will hear you up here" Kurger whispered breathlessly, his hot breath sensually tickled his tip when latching his mouth back on. With that, the knot in his stomach had become undone and Ronald's secret sauce had shot deliciously down Kurger's throat.

"Fuck Kurgy, that felt so good" Ronald moaned out still struggling against the restraints.

"Can you untie me now? Please Kurgy, my wrists are really sore" Ronald begged quietly trying to catch his breath. His baby blues gazed at him desperately.

"Not just yet" Kurger whispered seductively.

Now undressing himself slowly and torturously, letting Ronald devour his physique with his glassy eyes. Walking over to his bedside table, Kurger pulled out a blindfold and tied it around Ronalds eyes.

"What?" Ronald murmered confused as to why Kurger had blindfolded him.

That confusion very quickly turned into a lethal mix of pain and pleasure as Kurger plunged all of his un-naturally long and girthy length into Ron.

"Fuck!" Ronald moaned out at the satisfyingly full feeling of Kurgers schlong inside of him.

Picking up the pace, Kurger plowed into Ron with fast and deep thrusts hitting spots Ron didn't even know existed. Slurred curses and loud moans filled the room along with the obscene sound of their skin clapping against each other. They were both in complete ecstasy their lewd sweaty bodies moving against each other in movements that seemed rehearsed.

The familiar knot in his stomachs grew tighter and tighter the closer he got to his release. The grip around his neck tightened, the sounds in the room becoming more loud and explicit. It was pure ecstasy. They were both practically floating to cloud nine.

"I'm so close" Ronald managed to cry out in between moans.

"Not until I tell you to" Kurger groaned into his ear leaving more marks down his neck.

Kurger slowed his pace, deepening his thrusts and drawing out even more loud moans from Ronald. The familiar feeling in his stomach grew the more Kurger fucked him. Ronald grew breathless, a river of whimpers flowed out of him.

"Can I- Fuck- Please Kurgy, I need to" Ron begged.

His eyes closed tightly as he held back. Kurger groaned loudly, his cock twitching in between Ron's soft gummy walls.

"Let go, Ronny" Kurger moaned. Taking off his blindfold and releasing his load deep inside him.

Ron became a moaning mess coming all over Kurger's stomach, writhing from the intense pleasure he just experienced. He lay back on Kurger's pillows while sighing, his eyes fluttering shut. Kurger let out a chuckle, a deep rumble vibrated from deep inside his chest.

"It's not over just yet, baby, oh, we're just getting started." Kurger laughed staring at Ron with malicious, lustful intent.

Kurger reached his arm out to his bedside table, pulling out a ball gag and... nipple clamps? Ron whimpered once again in fear and excitement awaiting what was about to happen, too intimidated to say anything.

"Look at me, Ronny" Kurger whispered tilting his chin up, reinforcing eye contact.

"Our safe word is 'pickles', okay?" Kurger looked at him sincerely his rough side gone but for just a moment.

"Okay..." Ron mumbled, and just like that, Kurger's dominant and merciless self, had resurfaced again.

"Get on all fours" Kurger demanded smirking, watching Ronald struggle for a bit before successfully completing his command.

Kurger pushed a finger into Ron's tight hole, slowly inching it in. He grew impatient, hungry for more of Kurger or his thick, lengthy todger inside of him. He tried pushing his hips back but Kurger's strong grip held him in place.

"Kurgy... please" Ron begged, too breathless to say anything more.

"What do you want Ronny?" Kurger asked smirking, clearly knowing exactly what Ron was begging for.

"Fuck- You know exactly what I want..."

"No, I really don't Ronny, could you clarify?" Kurger grinned, amused at how worked up he could make Ron.

"Goddammit" Ron muttered, growing more desperately frustrated.

"I want you to stick your dick inside me and fuck me Kurger, God!" Ron commanded raising his voice, fed up with being teased.

Kurger's eyes darkened, boring into Ron as if he could see his soul right through him. A shiver ran down Ron's spine as he whimpered scared for what was about to happen. Kurger smirked at Ron, but in a malicious, intimidating way. He pulled his fingers out of Ron's hole. His grip on Ron's waist tightened, a definite bruise would appear there now. Ron felt a sharp sting on his asscheek.

"Don't.

*smack*

Raise.

*smack*

Your.

*smack*

Voice.

*smack*

At.

*smack*

Me."

*double smack*

Kurger growled, before biting on the soft, fleshy skin of his ass.

"Understand?" Kurger said caressing his hands over the two bulbous planets.

Ron moaned, feeling another smack to his ass as Kurger awaited for a response. He nodded his head feebly, unable to say anything. Kurger picked up the ball gag, fastening it around Ron's head and applied the nipple clamps. Giving Ron one last smack to the ass, he plunged in pushing all of his girth into Ron's ring of fat flesh. He slowly pulled out almost all of his length before slamming right back into Ron again. He let out muffled moans struggling against the ball gag as saliva dripped off it. The bed creaked and slammed against the wall joining the other lewd sounds in the room creating a harmonious symphony.

Ron was getting closer to the sweet release he craved for, closer to the edge, just leaning over the precipice that hovered over a couple thousand feet, he was driven closer and closer by the second, just a couple inches away from the deathly drop as he clenched around Kurger's girthy length just about to release his load.

Suddenly, Kurger pulled out completely, just as Ron was about to leap, edging him. He tried to push himself back on Kurger but it was of no use, his iron grip kept him still as he made unintelligible noises of complaint.

"Did you really think I'd let you come after disobeying me, Ronny? This is your punishment and you're gonna be a good boy and fuckin' take it" Kurger growled, leaving no room for him to protest, but it wasn't like Ron could anyway.

Ron stopped writhing and accepted his fate. Kurger grinned, tightening the nipple clamps then slamming into Ron once again. They both groaned at the euphoric feeling. Kurger sped up, his pace gave Ron an ethereal sensation, a tingly feeling spread across every inch and pore of his skin. Muffled sounds of pleasure leaked out of his puffy, pink lips. So many feelings at once, pulled him towards the edge, once again. Kurger kept his pace making sure to lead him to the finish line. Ron inched closer, desperate to feel.

Right before Ron released all the built-up emotions and feelings that stacked on top of each other that evening, bottled up tightly inside of him, Kurger pulled away once again. This time though Ron went slightly limp as his knees gave out on him, he rested his head on the soft, plush pillows, knees weak and head heavy. He was unable to hold himself up the weight of his body and mind too immense. Kurger paused for a moment before gently flipping Ron on his stomach, and as he did, tears welled up in Ron's eyes.

Warm tears spilled out of his eyes and rolled down his red, hot face. Ron couldn't help it, he was too overwhelmed and overstimulated, but he still tried his best to keep it together. This was his punishment, and he was determined to take it, desperate to feel good and to feel Kurger in any way possible. He was going to wait it out until he was deemed forgiven and driven towards the edge again.

Kurger was about to call it a night, afraid he'd taken it too far before he realised what it was that he was silently asking, begging him for. Kurger smirked before gently taking off the ball gag that was drenched in his slimy, warm saliva and removing the nipple clamps that imprisoned his rosy buds which were now a blazing red that seemingly glowed in the dim, dark lightning of the room. He placed both items on the bedside table.

"You want me so bad, don't you Ronny? You just love my fat, thick cock penetrating through your plush and warm walls, don't you?" Kurger slightly groaned out in a sultry and seductive voice as he pressed soft, sloppy and wet kisses all over his face and neck.

"Mhm~" Ron moaned as he slightly arched his back, whimpers trailing out of his mouth. He pressed more kisses over his chest and thighs.

"You love my touch, hmm~?" Kurger whispered as his lips inched closer to Ron's nether regions.

"Mhm" Ron whined, desperate for him to latch his warm lips around his width, bobbing his head up and down. Ron watched him with hooded eyes, orbs filled with lust and hunger.

Kurger smirked, licking up the prominent vein of his cock to the tip, taking it into his mouth his soft, plump lips sliding up and down his length.

Ron moaned out, his eyes shut tight in pleasure. Kurger gripped his hips pulling him closer, his head and back now flush against the mattress. Kurger spread Ron's legs as far as they could go. He bobbed his head up and down, dragging his spit down Ron's length then pushed two digits into his plush, warm hole pumping them rapidly. He bucked his hips in delight, pleasure radiating off his sweaty, rosy body. Kurger sped up, his bobbing and pumping becoming more and more frantic as more slurred words of praise and pleasure slipped off of Ron's tongue.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure then shut tight as he got closer to the looming edge. The precipice that would leading him to the heavenly feelings that would make him feel on top of the world. Obscenities leaked out of his mouth, words and phrases that if he said outside of the hot and steamy room they were in- the room they've spent for what felt like forever- would get him weird or offended looks, it would make parents cover their children's ears to not make them think its okay to say such lewd and unholy things. Ron was practically on heaven, his cock twitched repeatedly in Kurger's mouth, his walls tightened around his thick, long fingers.

"Don't stop~" Ron managed to choke out between the groans and whimpers bubbling out of his mouth, desperate for his release.

Ron finally got to release his load which shot down Kurgers throat. A wave of ethereal pleasure washed over him, euphoria coursed through his veins which caused pins and pricks of relief tickling over his skin. At the same time, that most earth-shattering, soul splitting, mind-blowing orgasm hit him like a truck and sprinkled pleasure all over his body. Ron was in heaven and he finally got to let go.He rode out his orgasm and Kurger made sure to stretch it out for as long as he could as Ron squirmed and whimpered under his touch.

He then soon pulled his fingers out of his ring of muscle, taking his mouth away from Ron's todger with a small pop.

Ron lay breathless on the bed, the sweat beads that lingered on his skin rolled down on the sweaty and liquid-damp sheets. Both their hair was messy and damp, face, skin red and hot. Ron's eyes were shut as he grasped on the lasting sensations of the best orgasm he's ever had and the hardest he's ever cum. Kurger layed next to him as the room started to cool down, pulling their bare bodies close together, settling the covers over both of them. Ron snuggled up to him, the activities over the night and the energy it stripped from both of them getting to them, eyes heavy, breathing slowed, head on chest. It was the perfect ending to an even more perfect night.

They silently held eachother just soaking eachothers presence. The past moments replayed in both of their minds, the euphoric pleasure, the heat of the moment, the love, the chemistry they have lingered on their minds and sleep slowly overtook them both.

Maybe changing from time to time isn't all that bad.

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A/N

God DAMN. That was 100% the longest we've took to write a chapter and the longest chapter we've written too. I cannot tell you how many times I've gotten writers block while writing this or how many times I've wrote and re-written like the first half of the fic but overall very worth the end results. This chapter was written solely by Jamal Gripperton but the grammar, spelling, edits and shit was all Beezy Bee. However, we cannot express the gratitude we have towards our readers. Thank you all for reading (especially the people who read the authors notes🤌✝️🙏) Not to forget, but October and Christmas are both cummin round the corner soo.... get ready for the absurd things we have planned. Also we might not post as much till then but we'll try.

-Jamal Gripperton and Beezy Bee <3

[jamalgripperton46290]

Above and Beyond (Kwazii x Peso)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N (if you haven't already read it go read it now then come back)

He was cute, adorable, and overly pretty.

Many men wouldn't pick "pretty" to describe another one of their kind, although Peso was in fact 100% male, he fit the description perfectly. He was gentle, endearing, sweet, charming enchanting, and Kwazii's dream type.

And yet again, Kwazii was discreetly gawking at Peso from across the room, for what seemed like the 90th time in a lapse of 15 minutes. But dear god, he just couldn't help it, it was as if Peso was crafted with the most delicate yet strongest alloy of metals carefully spun together at a graceful rhythm, while Kwazii held a strong wave of magnetic attraction in his bead-like eyes, pulling him and Peso closer with every passing second.

Just another day gone, and fully spent staring at Peso, the norm nowadays. 

All was all a fuzzy haze until Kwazii felt a soft pair of fingers tap him on the shoulder.

"Umm cap'n... I think Kwazii's out again, he ain't respondin" Tweak spoke, rolling her eyes, because this Kwazii-zoning-out-because-of-peso was getting irritating at this rate. And she had definitely caught up with the situation here.

"What- no- shit, I'm sorry. My sleep schedule y'know? It's like... wrecked, yep..." Kwazii stuttered.

He caught Peso giggling in the corner of his eye, and wanted to stop and stare for just a couple more hours, but Captain Barnacles just wasn't having it today.

"PESO. WAKE. UP. For fuck's sake, you have work to do. So go and do it before I fire your ass outta here" Barncles scoffed.

"Sorry man, It's just... yeah..." 

"It's sir to you" Captain Barnacles corrected, quite practically sashaying out of the room. He couldn't deal with all of these dipshits this early in the morning, so he made his way for a cup of coffee or to the toilets to jack off or something, cuz cmon, desperate times call for desperate measures. Well, not that this was desperate or anything, but he was tired, and needed to release stress somehow and-

You get it.

As he exited the room, Tweak pulled Kwazii into the corner leading to the hallway.

"I know what's up and all, but I can't keep covering for you dude, this is gonna cost us both our jobs eventually" Tweak sighed, keeping her hand set on Kwazii's shoulder.

"Yeah yeah..."

"Wait- how do you know?" Kwazii sputtered.

"It's written all over your face dude, and it's all you fucking talk about now, it's disgusting" Tweak faked a smile.

"Well, shit, yeah sorry, I'll try not to" Kwazii reassured Tweak. But we all know it was a pretty big lie.

"Listen, I can help you with that. But outside of work, okay?" Tweak tried consoling Kwazii, being the good rabbit friend she was.

"That would be great, thanks" 

"Okay back to work" Tweak hopped.

**Time Skip**

It was FINALLY the end of the day, and suddenly, Kwazii was approached yet again by Tweak herself.

"Dude guessss whattttt?!" She squealed.

"Whattttt?"

"I've set you on a date with Pesooooo!" Tweak giggled.

"No fucking way. Are you messing with me?! When? Where?" Kwazii asked excitedly.

"9:00 PM sharp at the Way Bar!" She beamed proudly.

"I fucking love you" Kwazii said, wrapping both arms tight around Tweak, to include her in a warm embrace.

"It gets better by the way hun" Tweak smiled.

"Me and Dashi are heading out tonight, so you'll have the apartment to yourselves till like 1:00 if you want to head back before then" 

"Great, thanks. You know I fucking love you right?" Kwazii grinned

"Who wouldn't?" She smirked

After a few seconds of silence, Tweak spoke again.

"Also, please don't fuck on my bed if you get back early, I will crucify you" She warned

"N-no! What the fuck?! O-of course not..."

"I'm dead fucking serious, Kwazii"

"F-fuck off..."

"Alright, but ya owe me one, hon" Tweak winked, and eventually became a shadow among the dimly-lit hallway.

-

The early hours of the evening rolled by eventually, and Kwazii felt like he was about to barf the living shit of his whole body out his ass. Because, goddamn, he was going on a date with Peso, his dream, his true calling, his passion, his world~ (Ew, cheesy)

He chose some random outfit that took him about half an hour to put together, when in reality, consisted of some black jeans he found on the floor that probably had some old cum stains in them (But like, whatevs y'know? #Yolo) And the only button-up shirt he owned, and that now that he thought about it, was a tad bit too small for his liking, but would probably accentuate his very hot abs he was currently working on (Just for Peso~)

"Well, fuck me..." He sighed to himself, as he slowly made his way to his car.

He tried the radio, chewing gum, listening to music, even talking to himself, but he was so damn fuckin nervous, and no amount of random internet method was ever going to change that, sadly.

As he pulled over to the infamous "Way Bar", nerves pooled in his stomach erratically, not letting go, as he began to break into a cold sweat, his heart pulsing right under his skin, vision going slightly blurry.

"Calm the fuck down, Kwazii, and grow a pair..." He scolded himself, partially resting his racing head on the steering wheel, whilst gripping it tightly with his hands. (Well, technically they're paws, but like, whatever)

As he made his dreaded way over to the bar, and checked his breath like, 15 times before-hand, he took a deep breath, and pushed the door open. (Finally)

As he took notice of Peso's small figure drinking some shots in the far corner, his worry almost seemed to dissipate completely, as his eyes landed on that very familiar, and silky plumage he loved so much, his dainty, serene figure seemed so at peace, so breathtaking... beautiful, he thought to himself.

As he was about to walk over to Peso, Peso himself, caught sight of him and spared him a welcoming glance, waving him over. Kwazii being Kwazii, got a little too carried away and instead stood there awkwardly, taking in the beautiful yet deep abyss of Peso's quite alluring irises. (Yes, I'm fuckin poetic)

"You comin, Kwazii?" Peso softly giggled.

"Uh... Yeah, sorry..." Kwazii blushed. "Dumbass" he muttered to himself.

"What was that?" Peso asked, cocking his head to the side slightly, a gesture Kwazii admired from afar.

"Nothing..." Kwazii gently smiled.

"Well then, Kwazii. I know Tweak pretty much set us on this date, but I had a couple shots before you arrived, and it might be the booze talking, but I'm just gonna be blunt here and lay it all out, I really like you, Kwazii" Peso sputtered, slightly smirking, as he rested his head on the palm on his hand.

"Woah... Really? I didn't expect you to be so bold, but I really like you too, nontheless... Yeah..." Kwazii stuttered, a dark blush slowly rising to his cheeks, and all of his face in general.

"Glad to hear we're reciprocating feelings here, Kwazii" Peso grinned, slowly leaning in and placing a small kiss to the side of Kwazii's cheek.

Kwazii just sat there dumbfounded, his body kinda froze, the world stopped fucking spinning, he could hear his racing heartbeat in his ears, the whole thing caught him really off-guard to say the least, but then he realized he probably should've been saying something, so he did, well, sort of.

"Wow..." 

Was all Kwazii could let out. Really Kwazii?

"Hey, Ray? Pass me the bottle" Peso smiled at the bartender.

"Well actually, just pass the Red Wine" Peso corrected, slightly grinning at Kwazii.

After about 30 seconds of thought, Kwazii finally took the hint, but tried (And failed) to play it off with what he thought was a subtle smile. (He actually looked like a demented dog on steroids, and he's a cat, so, that's pretty bad)

And all went pretty smoothly from then on, with much help from the wine, Kwazii stopped being such a wuss and eventually let loose. Soon, they were talking, laughing, flirting and alla that jizz. But one thing led to another, and they soon drove off to Kwazii's apartment to "talk more".

And lo and behold, as soon as they shut that door, clothes were flying everywhere, cats were being pinned against the wall, and penguins were whimpering with a newfound level of desperation. Raw and passionate love at it's finest.

"Room. Now" Kwazii mutttered in between hot, feverish kisses, as he lead them both over to the nearest room available. Which just so happened to be Tweak's. Great.

But they were both way too far gone to care, and Peso was here, and it was actually happening, and it was all just a huge hectic flurry of emotions. And ya live in the moment ma dudes, so reality can wait. (For the most part, anyways)

Opening the door to Tweak's, room they both drunkenly rushed in, and as soon as Peso waddled in, Kwazii pinned him to the wall and proceeded to smash their lips together. They ferociously kissed as hands (Technically paws) wandered around both of their bodies moans and groans filled the room as they made out against the door. 

"Let's take this to the bed, shall we?" Peso slurred, and Kwazii nodded, walking towards it.

Both of them laid on the bed, before practically pouncing on each other, sloppy kisses being shared, moans being let out, and limbs entangled. But nevertheless, it was ecstasy for the both of them. Pulling away for a few breaths, Kwazzi pressed kisses all over Peso's face, trailing them down to his neck, licking, sucking and biting on the soft, fleshy skin.

"Mmm~ Fuck... Kwazii" Peso moaned out, tilting his head back, euphoria flowing through his veins from the pleasurable feelings Kwazii dragged out of him.

Kwazii trailed the kisses further down towards his collarbone, and soon, down his chest, as Peso let out whimpers, moans, and groans of pleasure and some slurred words of praise every now and then. They both took off the remaining clothes they had on, before going all over each other. Things escalated majorly, as Peso now had his mouth wrapped around Kwazii's rather girthy length.

Bobbing his head up and down, licking and sucking as if his life depended on it, he swirled his tongue around the tip, sucking harshly as loud groans flowed out of Kwazii's pink, puffy, and now swollen lips. Peso picked up his pace sucking impossibly harder, he inched closer to his release, ragged breaths erratically erupting out of him. His schlong twitched and throbbed inside] Peso's soft, warm mouth as his eyes shut tightly. A few more bobs later, the white and sticky liquid shot down Peso's throat.

"Fuucckkk~" Kwazii groaned, his head tilted back, and eyes shut tightly as Peso swallowed his spermies.

Peso released his shlong with a pop, before laying on the bed exhausted. Kwazii grabbed his thighs and pulled him closer, flipping him over and spreading his legs. Peso softly gasped, surprised at Kwazii's actions. Kwazii squeezed lube on his length and circled Peso's small ring of muscle with one lube-slicked finger.

Spreading the lube around his cock, Kwazii pushed all of himself inside, his schlong was giftwrapped between Peso's soft gummy walls. They both moaned in unison at the euphoric sensation as Kwazii started pumping himself in and out.

"Kwazii... FUCK~" Peso groaned in utter and complete pleasure, seeing sparks dancing in his vision, as Kwazii sent sharp, pleasuring jabs directly onto Peso's prostate, making him practically convulse in pleasure, his body crashing headfirst into pure ecstasy, relishing in the raw-ness of the moment.

Theatrical moans filled the room as Kwazii's movements became faster and more erratic, pounding onto Peso's very sensitive sweet spot relentlessly, showering them both in infinite sparks of pleasure.

"Fuck~ You're so fucking tight..." Kwazii practically growled, as he continued to slam and hit Peso's prostate dead-on, at a rather unforgiving pace, causing Peso to tightly cling onto the sheets, whining and writhing in ecstasy.

All was bliss, until the faint sound of keys jingling, the door unlocking, and slightly slurred talking, slowly filled the apartment Kwazii and Tweak shared. 

Wait. 

Tweak? 

Kwazii looked around the room and finally came to the realization that this wasn't his room, it was in fact Tweak's.

"Are you guys home?" Tweak called; her voice slightly muffled as she walked around their flat. The footsteps eventually came to a halt as Tweak opened the door, her and Dashi's jaws immediately crashing down onto the floor to the explicit sight before them.

"KWAZII WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!"

Fuck.

....

-BeezyBee and Jamal Gripperton <3

[jamalgripperton46290]

Banging Into You (Bing x Bang)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N (if you haven't already read it go read it now then come back)

A/N: See what I did there? >:) Either way, enjoy little chickadoodles! <3

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The average day of a storybot was quite the hefty to say the least, but at least most were employed and didn't end up like Jimmy, selling balloons down the road for 5 bucks. Word on the street was that Jimmy had convicted rape and did hard drugs, but storybots were quite the gossips, so that might've been a myth.

But enough about Jimmy, let's talk about answer team 341B. This is their story after all.

"Answer team 341B reporting for duty sir!" Beep beamed with joy, Boop just didn't understand how Beep could be so happy and outgoing with this shit of a job at around 8 in the morning. But oh well, life is life, or some stupid quote like that, I don't know.

I'll just cut to the chase and tell you that it was yet another mission to find out "Why do I have to wear my seatbelt?". And GOD, these kids came up with the most random ass questions, but it was their job to find out, so out they went in search of why people had to put on their seatbelts to ride a goddamn car.

And so, they eventually found out, and arrived, and told Hap, and Hap replied with the same "That's actually pretty good", and they told the child whose name was Maddie? Addie? no one really cared, and she ended the call with a "Thanks storybots! You guys are the best!", and Hap eventually snapped and said "Enough dilly-dallying storybots, get back to work!" or something along those lines, the usual.

And after what seemed like a never-ending day at work, they were all on their way home in the gloomy darkness of the night.

"Dude, I swear these questions are getting more useless by the minute" Bing sighed, looking up at the starry night sky with the hopes of having his dream life one day, but with the way things were looking up right now, that was FAR from happening (At least that's what he thought)

"Well, at least we have a job Bing, let's not be too harsh on ourselves here" Bo replied patting the short, yellow midget on the shoulder.

"I'm with Bo here, stop being so uptight Bing, you just gotta love life! Because what's there not to love?" Beep exclaimed, being annoying as hell, and Bing just wasn't having it today.

Bing just mumbled a soft "Whatever" and let this one slide, because he cared for his friends at least, especially one tall, blue hunko who would run around in his mind all day, rent-free. But he obviously kept that one fact to himself, or else Bo and Beep would never shut up about it.

"Either wayyy... I sure do miss Bang, why didn't he come to work today?" Bing asked, obviously worried about his big-dicked, blue, handsome boo.

"Oh yeah, he called me today saying he wasn't feeling well, and MIRACULOUSLY Hap let him take the day off" Beep replied.

"Poor little Bang" Bo said with a pout across her purple robot face.

"I guess I can visit him tomorrow, I think I have a day off" Bing responded, already happy at just the thought of his big-dicked bae.

"You're lucky you get days off on Sundays Bing, I have to wait till Thursday, ugh, I guess that's one thing I don't love about life" Beep sighed.

"See? Now you're getting it!" Bing chuckled, nudging Beep on the shoulder.

"Whatever Mr. Emo pants, see you at work. And keep me posted on Bang tomorrow alright?" Beep requested, standing right outside Bing's doorstep.

"Will do" Bing replied. "Bye guys"

"Bye Bing"

"See you later alligator!"

"Boop"

Bing closed the door behind him and simply smiled to himself at the thought of Bang.

He didn't exactly know how or when his 'thing' with Bang started, he figured he just decided to like him one day. But no, it was way more than just that...

(Buckle up for some cheesy shit cuz it's a critical part of the story, character development amirite?)

Bing just didn't like Bang, he LOVED him, he loved his smile, his passion for the things he loved, the way he always managed to add the words "Dude" or "Man" in every sentence, Bing found it effortlessly cute, his carefree way of being, his eyes, the way he was so caring, how he was always so chill with just being himself, the way he bit his blue, robot lips when he thought hard of something, the way he fiddled with his fingers when he was nervous, his voice. And to put it all simply, he was obsessed with him, longing him at every morning and second of the day.

Bing went to sleep, hugging his pillow, in his pyjamas, and the thought of Bang at the back of his head.

-

Bing woke up rather tired, but with the motivation of a certain someone (I'll let u guess dat one). He had a day off, so all went pretty chill from then on, until he decided it was an appropriate time to check up on Bang.

The hour 5:00 struck the clock, and Bing began to get ready, making sure his robot skin was clean, making sure his wiring was organized, and spritzing a dash of his special cologne used for only special occasions, he always made sure to wear it around Bang, because every moment with him was always a special occasion UwU (Someone has to cut down on the cheese, I'm sorry)

Bing, being the soppy romantic he was, got Bang some Starbucks, some flowers, and a fruit salad (Cuz ya gotta be healthy when ur sick, and also idk what to fill in dat last part). He thought the flowers were a bit overkill, but he just went with it because he was a cringey and cheesy romantic.

He had to be lying if he said he wasn't scared out of his robot brainz, but priorities first, and his priority right now, was to spend some much-needed quality time with Bang. As he made his way to Bang's doorstep, his heart was about to pop right out of his chest and fly out to heaven, because GOOD LORD, he was going to see BANG right now, the Bang himself.

And God, the ways Bang made him feel. He eventually got the remaining courage to touch that damn doorbell and wait, hoping for the best, the best being - Bang opening that door.

After what seemed like an eternity, a tall, blue, and dare I say handsome figure appeared on the opposite side of the door.

"Uhhh... Bing? What are you doing here?" Bang croaked, with the lingering raspy tone of a sore throat.

"U-umm, hey Bang, I-I heard you were sick so I got kinda worried and decided to check up on you... A-and I'm sorry It's such short notice, B-but I thought I'd just walk by and g-get you something, I d-don't mean to barge in like this, ugh, I-I should've texted beforehand. I-I'm sorry" Bing babbled like an autistic baby with ADHD.

"Dude, relax, it's okay man. Like, come right in" Bang reassured Bing.

"T-thank you..." Bing stepped inside.

"What can I get ya amigo? Water, juice, vodka?" Bang asked, with slight emphasis on the vodka.

"Oh no, that's not necessary, I came here to check up on YOU mister" Bing replied with a cheeky smile.

Bang tried to look away to hide the blush forming across his blue robot cheeks, "O-oh thanks..."

"How about some Netflix and chill?" Bang asked, not realizing the deep meaning behind the words he had just let out of his mouth (iykyk)

Bang was dumbfounded, but decided to play the innocent cards, with a soft "Sure!"

They eventually made their way to Bang's room which had some random tissues scattered all across the floor, but Bing didn't quite notice, as he was distracted by the gorgeous, blue hunka-chunka in front of him.

As they made their way to Bang's bed, Bang decided to break the dreaded silence with a "What do you wanna watch?"

"Oh, anything's fine really" Bing stated. The two settled on some random rom-com they stumbled upon. How romantic.

As the movie started, Bing, being the cheesy ass bitch he was, tried his absolute best not to stare at the tall, blue figure beside him, and he soon found out that the task was quite complicated, almost impossible. Who couldn't just gawk at this glorious, other-worldly, extraordinary, godly, beautiful, wonderful being all day? Definitely not Bing of course.

Midway through the movie, which was actually quite boring to say the least, Bing jolted at the feeling of Bang's godly head resting on his supa-dupa robot shoulder.

"Bang... are you asleep?" Bing whispered, but received no response in return. Bang was in fact sleeping.

Bing silently chuckled and smiled at his blue bae.

"God, you're so cute" Bing confessed, not aware that Bang wasn't fully asleep just yet. And oh welp, shit's about to go down (or up for that matter, iykyk)

"You really think so?" Bang spouted.

"WHAT?! I T-THOUGHT YOU WERE SLEEPING, FUCK I'M SORRY, I-I DIDN'T MEAN IT-" Bang practically screeched.

"So you don't think I'm cute?" Bang innocently asked, secretly joking around. And oh, how he loved making Bing nervous.

"N-no, of course you are, I mean no, but like not in that way y'know? No homo haha..."

"Well that's a shame, because I think you're quite the hottie Bing, and that's saying the least. You're a goddamn hunko with an astronomical man schlong" Bang said casually, maintaining eye contact with the short, yellow "Hunko with an astronomical man schlong"

"Y-you're joking..." Bing said in denial.

"Will this answer your question?" Bang then proceeded to JUMP on top of Bing, wrapping his tiny yet thick robot thighs around Bing's fragile waist, and headbutted his lips onto Bing's with no warning whatsoever. And holy black jesus, turns out Bang did indeed like Bing! Hooray!

Their tongues glided and twirled in a beautiful rhythm and pattern together, Bang went the extra mile by practically shoving his twirlay girlay tongue DEEP into Bing's tiny robot throat, earning himself a half moan-half gag kind of sound. Spicy (?)

After making out for about 20 minutes, Bing and Bang's lips were swollen af. "I'm rock fuckin hard lil chickadee, wanna help me out here?" Bang asked. Bing went WILD he wrapped around Bang's schlong as he sucked and stroked him repeatedly getting moans and whines out of him.

Bing, not wanting to disappoint, simply sucked and stroked harder having no mercy. "Fuck lil dude, how are you so good at this" Bang whined. Finally, after a while Bang came in Bing's mouth, Bing being Bing, swallowed it. Bang flipped them over and SLAMMED into Bing pounding into him mercilessly.

Bang cried out unable to contain the immeasurable amount of pleasure he was feeling, it was other-worldly. Multiple rounds of Bang going absolutely ballistic on him shoving in and out with all his might and energy as he bit and sucked on Bing's thighs leaving hickeys and bite marks everywhere.

Soon enough Bang released his secret sauce inside of Bing as they both gasped for air. "I thought you were more laid-back Bang, not that I'm complaining, but wow- that was a surprise" Bing said breathlessly. "Well, it's my turn now" Bing spoke, and a split second later, positioning himself on top of Bang and lemme tell ya, all of Bing's hyper-ness was unleashed.

Bing was grinding on Bang as he let out groans and laid his head against the bed, letting Bing do all the work, and boy did he do a good job. The 20 minutes soon turned into hours of restless grinding, pounding, sucking, licking, kissing, and basically anything you could think of when it came to bed yoga.

Bing grabbed Bang's waist as he hopped up and down his disco stick, already panting. Bing cried out as tears pooled in his eyes, he was on cloud nine there was no place better than this.

Soon enough their bodies, the bed, and everywhere else was covered in CREAM. "Wow that was-" Bing started "Absolutely amazing lil dude" Bang finished for him as they cuddled up on the bed and finished their movie as the sun rose above the clouds.

Bing then decided he wanted to make this moment memorable and...

Picturesque, per say.

He ended things off with leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses along Bang's neck and sharp robot jawline, which he went absolutely crazy for, cuz GOD, Bing had never seen someone so godly with a godly jawline and a godly smorgasbord chode-a-licious dick.

And after all that, it still felt somehow surreal, and curiosity eventually got to him and made him start wondering, when did this all start? When did Bang catch feelings for such a tiny, yellow midget? How did he catch feelings?

"When did you find out you had feelings for me?" Bing asked his new fuckbuddy and potential future husband.

"Oh, long ago if I'm being honest little chickadee, long ago" Bang replied with a smile.

"Oh, b-but why me? Why did you choose me out of everyone you could ever have and have had? I'm really not that special..." Bing blurted.

This is the part where the character is in denial and everything is all soppy and shit even though they JUST FUCKED for like 2 hours straight, but the soppy, cringe ass character is all uwu and senpai and just doesn't want to believe it bcuz they're a little shit that don't know how to be grateful. And honestly, I personally hate those parts of stories cuz it usually just messes shit up and then the other character is just like, "Oh no, I guess I'll leave dem alone cuz it looks like dey don't like me :(", but I'm bored and character development exists and also I gotta add more content for this scrumptalicious book so you're welcome bitch (: <3

"S-so you're saying you didn't want for this to happen?" Bang asked, hurt by the way it had sounded to him, shards of glass shooting as his heavy heart (#poeticasf)

"N-no, it's just like... I think you deserve better, I'm not good enough for you-" Bing was interrupted by a pair of blue robot lips caressing his, and a feeling of unconditional passion and love arise in his body and Bang's.

"Listen little dude, I don't know what exactly you mean by that, but I..."

"I love you Bing, b-but if you don't feel the same way, I understand, and I'm not gonna force you to do something you don't want to" Bang sighed, trying to avoid all eye contact with Bing and fiddling with his fingers, a thing Bing went CRAZY for.

"I love you too Bang. I-It's not that I don't- It's just, ugh. I'm just horrible with words, but I do want this to happen and I do see our lives together, and I do see us having a home, a life, kids..." Bing blushed.

"Well, we can get started on that last one right now if you want..." Bang said, giving Bing a wink (;

And in all honesty, round two didn't sound so bad right about now...

And so they did, they fucked, licked, penetrated, smashed, screamed, creamed, panted, moaned, sucked, used their dongs, schlongs, sticks, dicks, chodes, loads, the whole deal.

And Bang did indeed give Bing something in return.

Potential herpes, and the cold he once had.

....

A/N

Whatup chickadees, (Beezy B here) I wrote this one mostly by myself, Jamal helped greatly with the smut part, but other than that, I randomly came up with this weird, random daydream I had while eating noodles. Stay tuned for future issues/updates chickadoodles :) Always look both ways before you cross the street and never eat yellow snow <3

-BeezyBee and Jamal Gripperton <3

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The Wall Around Our Love (Donald Trump x Elmo)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N (if you haven't already read it go read it now then come back)

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**News Report To Alla dem Sesame Street Citizens**

"Breaking news! This just in, Trump has allegedly claimed to build a wall all through Sesame Street, including some border laws. Anyone who objects against it, will be deported. This is Big Bird, and you're watching: BBC" (iykyk)

Elmo was absolutely heart broken. He felt as if his heart had shattered in two. Sesame Street was his home he couldn't be separated from his friends, they were like family to him, a family he didn't have. He wouldn't let this happen he HAD to do something about it. Trump couldn't do that, he had no right to, especially for no reason other than the fact he just wanted to. No matter how much power trump had, he just couldn't do that.  Elmo was gonna stand up for Sesame Street, his home, his life, his world. He had to do something, he just had to, and he was, even if it meant he had to get deported.

**Fast forward 2 days later**

Trump had just arrived to sesame street after a grueling, tedious and exhausting plane ride to Sesame Street. He just couldn't believe he had to work beside freakin puppets, and his overly high ego thought he was way above them (Dude thought wrong). About 15 minutes later, he got a message from his manager, AKA, his good ol friend John.

Johnny &lt;3 : Hey Donny there's some red puffball dude from sesame street and he wants to do a live interview if u want i can cancel it.

Donald Duck: Naw dawg its fine, ill do it only cuz i wanna delay actually buildin the wall with these air heads as much as possible.

Johnny &lt;3 : Sure dude i'll tell em to make it for 3 that ok w u?

Donald Duck: Ya ya dats cool.

Johnny &lt;3: Kk baii  man see ya @ da bar later

Donald Duck: You know it ma man

**Fast Forward 3 PM**

Elmo was impatiently waiting until the clock FINALLY striked 3 as he stood outside of the BBC news building. 

"2:40, ugh, when will it be 3?!" he couldn't bear the thought of waiting even more. 2:45, he swore that it had been about 20 minutes since he last checked the time. After about a million times of turning his teletubbie phone on and off and leaning against the wall, the clock finally struck 3. In the blink of an eye, he was ushered inside and sent to hair and makeup before he had got to see the news set in person and it was weirdly intimidating.

He was snatched out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. "Hey there Elmo! I think you already know who I am, but just so you know, were gonna start filming in 2 minutes so you should probably get on the set." Big bird proclaimed with a friendly smile. "Wow, I can't believe it... it's actually you!" Elmo beamed in pure disbelief.

"You bet it's me lil chickadee! Well, I'll talk to ya later, were about to start." Big Bird reminded the fuzzy red headed fellow as he started to walk off in the distance. Elmo rushed to his seat but stopped dead in his tracks. Blue ocean-like orbs struck him speechless. How could one evil man look so... godly? He didn't even notice he was staring at him star-gazed until...

"Oy! You! Yes you! Red ball of yarn! Get your ass here so we can just get this over with" Trump barked angrily. And holy pancakes dude, this expired 2-year-old couch cheeto had a goddamn temper. 

A couple minutes passed and the cameras started rolling. He was now on live TV for all of Sesame Street to see.

"Good afternoon Sesame Street, this is the daily 3 o'clock news, and today we're here with Donald Trump and our city representative, Elmo. How are you doing Elmo?" Big Bird announced with a pearly smile. Oh no, Elmo couldn't talk in front of probably all of Sesame Street, it was way too nerve-wracking, but he had too for his home.

"Thanks for asking Big Bird, and I'm doing great..." Elmo managed to speak. "That's great! What about you Trump?" Big Bird pried. "I'm doing fine" Trump muttered. "Okaaayyyy... well enough dilly-dallying! So, Trump, why'd you decide to build a wall through our town?" Big Bird asked with slight annoyance. 

"Well, because I believe having a wall separating the town in two, would improve the economical growth, as you won't have your family as close so, you wouldn't have as many distractions to your everyday life." Trump explained "The amount of days off per average here is outrageous and is why your podunk of a town is so broke. But remember, I'm only doing this because I care about the citizens of Sesame Street and don't want to see your town crumble down, which I bet you don't either." Trump finished with a grin. What was this overcooked orange biscuit going on about? It would only make things worse, clearly.

"With all due respect Trump, I think that would only make things worse, I mean, taking away their motivation? Sounds pretty idiotic if you ask me." Elmo defended; he wouldn't let him win. "I have to go with Elmo on that one Trump" Big Bird agreed. "You're only saying that because he's your friend, one day you'll see the benefit of this and regret your opinion." Trump declared and motioned for the cameras to stop.

After one last glance around the room, Trump left. Even if what Trump had said offended Elmo, he still had a burning feeling to go after him, and so he did.

"Trump! Wait up!" Elmo called, hoping he could hear him. "What do you want midget?" Trump asked, irritated, wanting to walk away but... why didn't he? "Well, I walked here, and since you said you cared about the citizens of Sesame Street, I was wondering if you could drive me home?" Elmo cooed. "Can't you just walk home again?" Trump replied. In response Elmo looked up at him with puppy eyes "Please?" Elmo begged. "Ugh FINE get in" Trump finally budged, annoyed as hell.

Throughout the car ride, Elmo saw Don-don- 

No, TRUMP

Adjusting his pants. The suddenly, the car stopped.

"I can't keep driving this car with you here-" Trump said as he moved closer to where Elmo was sitting "And not being able to fuck the brains outta you" Trump finished his sentence by smashing his lips against Elmo's fuzzy ones. Elmo was dumbfounded, this wasn't really happening... was it? Nevertheless, this was dream worthy. Trump's tongue was exploring Elmo's mouth making sure not to miss anything.

Elmo had stripped Don-don bare to the cheeks. He had looked away for a split second, when he felt a wrinkly hand on his poofy yarn stick. Don-don's mouth was on him, and it was simply otherworldly, his experienced tongue wrapped around his dong, sucking and licking all around his length took his breath away - literally. Multiple more times of licking and sucking Elmo's special sauce squirted out. 

"Hop on me Elmy" Don-don implied with a growing smirk on his face. Elmo obviously did and rode Trumpy like a cowboy, jumpin up and down, soon enough, the black interior of the car was snowy white. Trumpy and Elmo were breathless after what seemed like hours of slamming into each other with full force, moans and squeaking the only things you could hear in that poor car.

"Trumpyy?" Elmo cooed "Yes Elmy?" Trump softly replied, "Its probably past my bedtime, can you drive me home now?" Elmo asked with a yawn, "Sure thing Elmy, anything for you my precious red-dongled baby. Heck, I'll even stop the wall project for you, anything to make you happy Elmy" Trump responded pulling him in for a hug.

Trump dropped off Elmy at his house and blew him a kiss "I'll see you soon sugar"

"Elmo will be waiting for you Trumpy!"

"I know you will!"

And with that, Trump drove away with the rising sun.

Who knew a project meant to separate just brought them closer?

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A/N

This was one weird idea ma bros, it's Jamal here, and I wrote alla this one, but it wouldn't have been readable without Beezy, cuz she edited this one, and like, all of the others, so it's always a team effort. Hope all of u guys r still here and waitin for more chapters to come.

-Jamal Gripperton and BeezyBee <3

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Getting Freaky On a Friday Night (Pico x Boyfriend)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N

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It was just another Wednesday afternoon, and Boyfriend was casually scrolling through Tiktok, nothin' special. That is, until he stumbled upon a brand-new tattoo parlor just a few blocks away from where he lived. "Sweet" he thought to himself, after all, he had been wanting a tattoo for a few years now, but he just didn't know where...

So he had the brilliant thought of asking the group chat on suggestions regarding the topic. Here's how it went:

Boyfriend: Hey guys im thinkin of gettin a tattoo in that new tattoo parlor but idk where suggestions?

Carol: Dude what happens if you accidentally put tinfoil in the microwave

Kapi: Get it on ur dick and then you can finally pull some bitches man 💀

Whitty: Carol please tell me u didnt put fucking tinfoil in the goddamn microwave

Garcello's Spirit: R u sure gettin a tattoo is a good idea little man?

Sussus Moogus: Im with kapi on dis one get it on ur tiny ass meat stick lol

Carol: Dude i see a flame in the microwave o shit

Whitty: CAROL WTF

Carol: Dude this is actually pretty sick i can summon daddy dearest or smn now 🍸🔥🔥😈😈😝😝

Kapi: Yeah i dare bf to get it on his tiny dingle dongle

Boyfriend: Fuck you kapi and dw youll be the first to see the tattoo on my double decker deek 💖🥰

And so, a text and throwing on the first t-shirt and grey sweatpants he could find, was all he had to do to set his journey on the quest of getting his 8-inch dick tattooed.

He settled on getting a dragon design to go all around his "MAGNUM DONG" when in reality, it was just a little above average sized, so nothing too special.

As he made his way to this new tattoo parlor, he couldn't help but feel a little scared, because obviously, having a fear of needles was brutal enough, but having a needle inject ink into your dick for who knows how long, was even worse. But Boyfriend was known for being bold and "cool" so he wasn't gonna let fear get the best of him, and he wasn't gonna chicken out on a dare just because he was being a reckless pussy amirite?

He mustered up the courage of opening the door of that darn tattoo parlor and found himself greeting the nice lady at the front desk and initiating in some small talk before sitting down at the waiting area down the small hall.

"Can a "Boyfriend" go to room 3 please?" a random lady scoffed.

This was it, there was no turning back (he kinda wanted to) but Boyfriend and his overly high ego said otherwise.

He slowly opened the door to see a ginger crouching down to pick up something that seemed like a pack of antiseptic wipes. Boyfriend couldn't help but stare at that juicy ass of his just waiting to be fucked (at least that's what he thought)

"Nice ass" Boyfriend blurted out, as he took a seat on the medical chair thingy (We don't know what it's called okay?)

"I beg your pardon?" Pico turned around to see a rather handsome looking shortie sitting at the medical chair thingy (Still don't know what it's called)

"It's got a juicy look to it, but voluptuous is really the word I'm looking for" Boyfriend then proceeded to shoot Pico an innocent wink which made Pico want to take his gun and shoot himself right in the face.

"Umm... I d-dont think I follow" Pico stuttered, as he tried to hide the bright shade of red forming upon his cheeks (the ones on his face, we're not getting to that part just yet)

"You're cute, what's your name?" Boyfriend asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Erm... It's Pico" Pico blurted out, not quite sure why the "Patient" was talking, well, more like flirting with him in the first place.

"E-either way, we gotta get to business" Pico stammered, as he took a seat on his chair, ready to type in this weird and excruciatingly handsome fellow's details on the computer.

"What type of business sugar?" Boyfriend smirked, especially proud of that one, he pulled like it was nothing #cool.

"Are you kidding me right now? I need your details you douche" Pico declared, getting a little impatient with this weird dude that was hot as fuck and also within cock-sucking range mind you.

"Oh... right" Boyfriend said, taking this a little more seriously (Like he was supposed to in the first place)

"I need your name and age" Pico groaned (Not in that way yet, just be patient little chickadees, it's almost here), as he just wanted this to end as soon as possible.

"Oh yeah, my name's Dick and I'm 19, single and ready to mingle honey" Boyfriend obviously joked, as he let out a chuckle.

"Ha, Dick, surely that explains a lot" Pico rolled his eyes and fixated them on the computer.

"Just pulling on your balls bae, my name's Boyfriend" The shorter of the two said.

"Dude, that's like somehow worse, it can't get any worse than this" Pico let out a laugh at the thought that this hottie had so much potential, and yet, his name was simply "Boyfriend", how pathetic.

"Okay, where do you want the tattoo huh?" Pico asked rather eagerly.

"Um, this is gonna sound a bit weird alright? But it's a dare, so like, I'm obviously doing it..." 

"I'm gonna tattoo my super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, my chode, cock, dick, meat stick-" Boyfriend was cut off mid-sentence.

"Stop, just stop. WHAT THE FUCK?!" Pico panicked at the thought of having to hold his dick while measuring, tattooing it, and all that jazz, he needed someone to pinch him right then and there, or else he really would bring out that gun and shoot himself.

"I would say you're rather excited though, aren't you sugar?" Boyfriend smirked, while also being super proud of that one, he was practically on flirting fire #doublecool

"You wish, you fucking dick" Pico mumbled, knowing damn well that Boyfriend was in fact correct, and he was just waiting for Boyfriend to stick his "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" up his scrawny little hole (His words not mine)

"I don't even think that's even legal dude, lemme ask my manager" Pico scoffed rather disgusted.

And so Pico did the awkward task of asking his manager if it was in fact legal to tattoo someone's dick. And much to his demise, it was, but they would have to dispose of the tools that came in contact with his "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" for obvious hygiene reasons and sanitary measures.

"Somehow in fucking hell, it fucking is legal and allowed in here" Pico growled as he spoke to Boyfriend.

"Fuck yes! It's gonna be epic dude!" Boyfriend cheered, breaking out of his flirtatious character towards Pico.

"Whatever, get on the medical bed thingy" (I don't know what the fuck it's called so y'all are just gonna have to deal with it m'kay? Thnx <3)

And so, Boyfriend eventually did, taking his baggy, blue jeans and boxers off for Pico to "Inspect" the soon-to-be tattooed area.

"If you don't mind me saying, I expected it to be bigger than this" Pico giggled as he shot Boyfriend a somewhat of an intimidating look that screamed 'Dude wtf like ew'.

"Like yours is any bigger hon" Boyfriend scoffed, rolling his eyes at Pico

Pico eventually measured it and broke into a fit of laughter.

"Eight inches? Really? I know mine's at least ten dude" Pico teased.

"Please, don't lie to yourself sugar, but if you want..." Boyfriend eventually came to a halt and trailed off.

"If I want, what?" Pico wondered.

"I could measure yours just to be sure it is in fact "Ten inches" like you said it was" Boyfriend smirked as he said so, but of course, no homo though...

Fuck it man, yes homo, Boyfriend was already getting hard at the feeling of Pico's cold fingertips touching his "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" and he wanted nothing more than to fuck this ginger's voluptuous and juicy ass.

"F-fuck... y-yes please" Pico moaned at just the sight of his rather average "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" but it was quite thick in size, and that was enough to make Pico's friend downstairs want to rise from the dead (iykyk)

The two passionately smashed their lips together and felt nothing but a strong wave of lust wash over them. A part of Pico was saying that sex at a fucking tattoo parlor wasn't exactly the best idea. But fuck it, buttfuck it, because Pico was just desperate, he longed for the touch of Boyfriend and wanted nothing other than him.

A simple kiss soon turned into a heated makeout sesh - suckin face if you may. Tongue and everything it was filled with passion, lust, affection and pure love. Kissing in a tattoo parlor with some hot hunka meat you just met, super cliche right? But cha live in the moment ma dudes. 

A few minutes later, Pico grabbed Boyfriend's man pole as Boyfriend squirmed in the medical chair thingy and met with Boyfriend's black world-consuming orbs earning a small whimper from Boyfriend. Slowly, he started licking Boyfriend's tip which was already leaking out in pre-cum while Boyfriend was squirming under Pico's strong, cold grip. He trailed his tongue down Boyfriend's length as Boyfriend let out small moans and groans of pleasure.

All of a sudden, Pico took him all in with a yelp from Boyfriend. Bobbing his head up and down and dragging his tongue around his width, licking, sucking and kissing all over Boyfriend's chode. Boyfriend was rolling his hips unable to contain the immense pleasure bubbling up inside him like a simmering stew on high heat.

Pico couldn't help but smirk at how out of control he made Boyfriend feel. Serves him right for earlier. "Where's the 'Mr. tough guy' at?" Pico asked slyly. "You miss him?" Boyfriend managed to blurt out. "Not necessarily " Pico mumbled.

"I'm gonna I-" Boyfriend moaned out. "I know babe let it out " Pico murmured. "Fuuuucccckkkkkk-" Boyfriend spoke barely over a whisper, warm liquid filled Pico's mouth and he obvs swallowed it all.

"Wanna 69?" Boyfriend asked coyly.  "Uh yeah... s-sure " Pico stuttered getting nervous in the presence of Boyfriend's flirtatious side again. As soon as Pico replied, he smacked his juicy, voluptuous, curvaceous, busty, opulent, well-proportioned, luscious ass. Pico moaned at the action and not noticing Boyfriend had moved.

Without warning, he went all in taking him whole. Pico might have had small dick energy, but he was the exact opposite when it came to times like these. Hot, wet and loud were the words to describe the tattoo parlor room, both of their moans bouncing of the room's walls as they sucked each other off. Pico suddenly stopped which made Boyfriend supa confused, so confused, he didn't even notice Pico behind him until he felt all of his dingle in his ass.

"F-fuck Pico-" Boyfriend blurted, as Pico slowly rolled his hips. "What babe c'mon use your words" Pico groaned seductively in Boyfriend's ear as he picked up the speed. "F-fuck you feel s-so good" Boyfriend splattered "I know babe" Pico admitted. His thrusts getting harder and faster, their skin clapping together getting louder and more pleasingly painful.

"I can't take it anymore P-pico" Boyfriend said as he gasped for air. "Yes you can baby, I know you can" Pico replied reassuringly. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK PICO" Boyfriend screamed as he was screaming without the s (iykyk). Pico finished after him with a loud, deep groan. "It's my turn now Pico, get on all fours before I make you" Boyfriend whispered in his ear slightly nibbling on his ear lobe. 

Pico fought against letting out a moan and slowly went on all fours. "If you ain't gonna do it yourself  *smack* I'm gon do it myself". He flipped Pico over and went all in. Plunging in and out of Pico's asshole, Boyfriend was goin at full speed and wasn't holding back at all. And holy shit, Pico would be lying if he said Boyfriemd was mediocre. Pico's soft moans and Boyfriend's deep groans filled the room and were the only thing to be heard within a mile's radius.

Apart from their skin clapping and the squeaking of the medical bed thing. "You like it baby?  Does my Magnum Dong feel good penetrating your ass?" Boyfriend whispered seductively. He only got a moan in response "I need words Pico" Boyfriend whispered. "Yes fucking, hell yes!" Pico moaned out. "Good" Boyfriend muttered under his breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. fuck, fuuuuuccccckkkkkk" Boyfriend groaned as he released his load.

"Sit down Pico "Boyfriend spoke. The second Pico sat down, Boyfriend got on his knees and got to work. Sucking every part and gagging anything and everything Boyfriend could do he did until they were both out of breath.

Soon later, Pico did Boyfriend's tattoo and got it 4 free! 

He should really thank Kapi sometime.

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A/N

Word count: 2203 words

Haiiiii partay peoples! Omfgggg this chapter was super fun to write and we both died multiple times throughout the whole process of writing and editing this chapter. Btw Beezy wrote the first half (Up until da smashing their lips togetha part lmao) and ofc Jamal wrote the bottom half (The makeout sesh all the way to the end) and they tried their best, so why not follow em? Hope you guys liked reading this as much as we loved writin it <3 Stay tuned ma dudes the chapters get even better y'all.

-BeezyBee and Jamal Gripperton

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The Sharpest Tool In The Shed (Shrek x Lord Farquaad)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N

A/N- Lord Farquaad is alive 4 da sake of the plot m'kay?

•••

Ever since the banishing of Lord Farquaad from his kingdom, the only thing on his mind was none other than the infamous: Shrek, and a feeling of utmost regret and remorse. Regret and remorse of course, due to the way he once treated the fellow ogre. Since he couldn't just forgive and forget, he decided to pluck up his remaining courage to send him an invite to a South African Jungle Safari.

(On him of course)

**Fast forward to 2 days later**

Shrek soon receives the letter and is confused, due to the obvious fact that when they last had met, Farquaad had shown signs of hatred and resentment towards Shrek himself. Nonetheless, he accepted, as curiosity got the best of him. He sent his reply and waited.

**Fast forward another 2 days later**

Lord Farquaad got the letter and was ecstatic! He hopped on the next plane to South Africa, and met Shrek there. 

Midway through the trip, Lord Farquaad starts to unveil lost feelings for Shrek, he hadn't known he still had, but quite to his demise, Shrek was taken, he had a life, a wife, and kids along those lines as well (Three, to be precise). But that didn't stop his heart from accelerating at the very thought of his boo: Shrek. Soon enough, the plane landed.

**Fast forward to the reunion with Shrek**

Both Shrek and Lord Farquaad exchanged knowing glances and greetings as they left the airport. And wow, just wow, Lord Farquaad didn't know Shrek had changed all that much to when the last time they had seen each other, and well, to put it simply: He was a hella chunk of a hottie 🥵

Lord Farquaad couldn't help but notice how spectacularly refined his muscles and jaw looked under the blazing, glistening, South African sun and how much taller and stronger he appeared, he would be lying if he said that that didn't do something to his friend downstairs. (;

Midway through the exploration of the unique safari, Farquaad's thoughts were fixated on the refined hunkay chunkay fellow who stood beside him.

"Nice place they got here huh?" Shrek playfully nudged Farquaad's elbow.

"Y-yeah! It's real nice..." Farquaad trailed off, as his eyes were set on the gorgeously sculpted brown orbs, that were in reality, Shrek's eyes.

"You okay there?" Shrek wondered, as he noticed Farquaad's mind wandering to some places hidden deep within the depth of his eyes.

"O-oh yeah! Totally, like super alright" Farquaad babbled, forcing his eyes to fixate somewhere other than Shrek's breathtaking appearance.

"Okayyy? Let's skip the small talk here, how have you been? What's up with life? I wanna know everything from where we last left off" Shrek chuckled, while giving Farquaad a sincere smile that had enough power to just about kill him.

Farquaad couldn't help but blush a scarlet red amongst his pale cheeks while his eyes locked with his one and only true love: Shrek

"Well, where do I start? After they banished me from Duloc, I simply got out there and started working a pretty stable job, it doesn't pay much, but it's enough to get me through the basics. I live in an okay-sized apartment in the borders of La La Land, life's looking up I guess"

"That's a pretty great thing you got there Farquaad" Shrek smiled.

"What about you?" Farquaad asked his green boo.

"Well I suppose all is pretty good as well, I got Fiona at home, and Fergus, Farkle and Felicia just turned four about a month ago, and Donkey's not so bad at this whole 'Dad thing' I guess, he's got his flaws, sure, but he's actually on the right track also dragon's putting up quite wel-" 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

In a split second Shrek was on the floor, pain pulsing through his veins. He had just got bitten by a venomous snake on his one-of-a-kind thick, green, sausage.

"OH MY GOD SHREK ARE YOU OKAY? I'LL CALL AN AMBULANCE!" Lord Farquaad was panicking he couldn't lose him, he just couldn't, the guilt of Shrek dying here and being alone without his wife and kids, he would never see his godly face ever again, the thought was already clawing at him from the inside.

"I read an article, that you can stop poison from spreading as fast by sucking on the bite" Shrek managed to choke out.

"So what? You want me to suck your icky-sticky meat stick?!" Lord Farquaad couldn't even believe he was awake, was he dreaming?

"Yes goddamnit yes! I like you and this could save my life and fulfill my fantasy" Shrek proclaimed.

Farquaads heart skipped 8 beats. Did they both have the same thoughts and desires for the past 3 years? And felt the same way about each other? Now he really must have been dreaming.

"Ever since I laid my eyes on you, my eyes have never been blessed with anyone else, you are my light and what pushes me to live everyday, even if it didn't seem that way 3 years ago and I truly apologize for that, I desire you Shrek" Farquaad awkwardly confessed with a chuckle.

"Wow... I never knew that, well there's no more time to waste babe, get to it farky-kins" Shrek commented slyly.

Farquaad got to work. Shrek was now pant-less his hard length pushing through the thin fabric of his boxers. He slid those off too and WOW huge isn't even in comparison to his MAGNUM DONG. Farquaad made eye contact as he slowly licked off the dripping pre-cum from the tip of his dong while Shrek was squirming and groaning under his touch.

In a split second, he went all in swallowing him whole, swirling in his eyes fiddling with his balls. Bobbing his head up and down. Licking, sucking, kissing his super magnum green dong. Moans and groans erupting from Shrek every few seconds (they sounded like heaven).

Soon enough, after Shrek finishing multiple times, the ambulance finally arrived. Shrek's swelling was already down and didn't hurt that much anymore. (They still went to the hospital tho) The sexual tension in the ambulance as they drove grew and grew until Shrek couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Come here Farky and hop on" Shrek said as he eyed Farky up and down and round and round.

Farquaad eagerly took off his pants and boxers and sat on his dingle dangle and it felt euphoric. He bounced up and down his ass clapping against Shrek's muscular thighs. Farquaad was convinced he was in heaven, there couldn't be anything in the world that felt better than him bouncing on Shrek.

Soon later, Shrek flipped them over and he was slamming into Farquaad with full force. He could feel his eyes rolling to the back of his head. The ambulance was probs shaking at this point.

"I told you, I'm an all-star far-far" Shrek moaned seductively.

"OH FUCK SHRECKYYYY!!" Farquaad screamed, a pool of white underneath them.

Then the ambulance stopped, they arrived to the hospital and turns out that Shrek was okay. That article really helped.

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Word count: 1220 words

We personally think this is pretty good considering this was our first time writing smth together. This was also the idea that started this book so yaaa pretty cool so it defo needed to be the 1st chapter. What do y'all think of the first chapter ma dudes? Hope u guys stick around and read the rest of these chapters. BAAAIIIIII!!!!

[jamalgripperton46290]

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We just want you to know that there are lots of references to movies and shows and stuff like shrek, bubble guppies, paw patrol, the octonauts and so on.

So people who haven't seen those movies and shows might not get some things in the chapters (Are y'all living under patrick's rock??? Educate yourselves man) so we're gonna let ya know that before hand.

For ppl who wanna know the refrences and stuff here is a full list of all of them :

Shrek, Paw patrol, Peppa Pig, Angry Birds, Teletubbies, Sesame Street, My little Pony, Sing, Storybots, Dora The Explorer, The Bee Movie, Friday Night Funkin, Bubble Guppies, Gabby's Dollhouse, Alvin and The Chipmunks : Chipwrecked and so on. (Some refrences might not be listed up to date here but whatevs and also remember that this list probably will grow throughout time)

This book might and probably won't be your cup of tea, so by reading the last three chapters you have intelligently decided that you don't want to inject this mind-boggling, maybe-gag-inducing book. That's 100% fine. But if you do no one will care that you'll comment on here and say how bad this is or how disgusted it made you feel. So in the most respectful way i can possibly put it. FUCK OFF.

Like we know these ships are "weird" and that the majority of ppl will not like them. If you have in opinion about this book and it's not necessarily a good one, no one has to hear it, so shut your trap and move on. You're on tumblr for a reason ppl. Anyone and i mean ANYONE who has the absolute audacity to still make comments on this or any of the chapters saying how wrong this all is, you will be ignored. I'm not gonna waste my time or yours trying to justify my actions because everything in this is 100% fiction and not supposed to be taken seriously so take your opinion and leave. thx

Also we won't post that frequently because both of the authors are still in school and working their asses off to have some intelligence in them kay? But we'll post as much as we can.

This book is not to be taken seriously or to the extreme k? It's purely for laughs and a gay-ol-time, so don't take this little project too seriously k?

Side note, asks will always be open so feel free to suggest some ships, scenarios and stuff. Or you could just comment your suggestions, either way is fine.

Now that you've been warned and told multiple times to stop reading if you dont want to corrupt your noggin even more than it already has then stick around for the little biography we got coming about the authors.

Jamal Gripperton is an eccentric being that is in charge of all the slimy, creamy, juicy smut included in deez chapters, she's on the fast-paced side of life and enjoys "Just livin' the life". She's got an obsession with biggie cheese and shrek (who doesn't?) and simply spends wayyyy too much time locked up in her room reading smut in the pitch, black darkness. She's insanely and concerningly talented at writing smut and does her job pretty well (cuz she devoted) and worships Alex Turner and Freddie Mercury (cuz like why not they're da best) and is deeply in love with Arctic Monkeys and their musicality and talent.

BeezyBee is more on the chill side of things y'know? (she's the one writing this right now) She's in charge of the spelling, punctuation and grammar and also writes the backstories behind the characters and comes up with the scenarios. (Bcuz character development ppl amirite or amirite?) She also edits alla dem chapters to get rid of any spelling mistakes jamal might make (And she makes A LOT). She worships Freddie Mercury along with Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Ray Toro and Mikey Way (She also secretly SIMPS for two of the ones she mentioned in this list, can ya guess who?)

For the rest of the loyal chickadees and respectful haters, enjoy the rest of this broskis and may Freddie Mercury bless u all 🙏💖🥰

Yours lovingly,

RadHumptyTrumpty and Jamal Gripperton <3