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take my hand 🫴 let's write self-indulgent fanfic together forever

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Thinking about Cyberpunk/Fight Club parallel between The Path of Least Resistance and The Narrator shooting himself to remove Tyler.

What if it had gone down like that? What if V survived and then had to live with it? Not the hole in their head, but the one in their soul.

They make it through another bullet to the brain, another death, but this time they're completely and utterly alone in their head. And it feels even more wrong than it did the last time they woke up in Vik's.

They were both supposed to die. It was supposed to end there, on that rooftop. But instead all they did was kill Johnny.

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messy sketchie

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★ 【たかし】 「 aot 」 ✔ republished w/permission ☆ follow btt’s fanart twitch stream!

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she’s so beautiful sobs

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Idk if you're still taking sketch requests, but how about Porco and Jean meeting and Porco being shocked to see how tall Jean is?

I hope you like this and thank you so much for your patience!! I know you sent this AGES ago but I finally had a vision🩷

I hope you like Jean's slutty waist too🫢

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Oh don't mind me, I'm just sitting here imagining Johnny and V after they get their bodies back, when they are both struggling to adapt to being apart while also dealing with the trauma of everything they went through.

They are barely able to get themselves out of bed, barely able to pull themselves apart from each other long enough to get anything done, let alone bathe. But it's been weeks and V is reaching their limit but they are too afraid to be alone, afraid that they might have some residual relic malfunction if they were to try and shower; afraid that if they were to take their eyes off Johnny for even a moment he would vanish into thin air and none of this would be real. And so Johnny has V lay back over the edge of the bathtub; he rolls up a towel to rest their neck against. And with the utmost care he washes their hair for them.

He gently lathers the shampoo, running his fingers through their hair and just lightly scrubbing their scalp. He fills a cup with water to slowly pour over their head and rinse the soap out, sooo careful as to make sure not to get any in their face or eyes. And I know that when Johnny is leaning over V, and he looks down for a moment at their face and he sees the way they look back at him with absolute unwavering trust in their eyes, I know he chokes up and tries to pretend he doesn't notice. He makes some snarky remark, gives V shit for being too lazy to wash their own hair but V knows that if it were up to him, they would never do anything alone ever again.

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✧˖*°࿐ Haste ✧˖*°࿐

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Boyfriend Jean x Gf Reader

༊*·˚ smut, established relationship, modern au, short one shot, morning sex, breeding kink, 18+

wc: 1.2k | @pixelcafe-network | aot masterlist

ೃ⁀➷ read on ao3 or below

You and Jean were mutually clingy. Your hands were often on each other, your fingers intertwined. He had the habit of patting your head when you walked ahead of him, and you loved holding onto his bicep as you crossed the street. You wanted to spend as much time together as you could, and often had to remind yourselves that it wasn’t the best idea to hole up and cuddle constantly, forsaking all obligations. Today, however, you allowed yourself the guilty pleasure. You had both been busy with work, and the weekend was an oasis in your hectic schedules. 

That was how you fell asleep in each other’s arms on the couch, not even able to make it to the bed. 

Your Sunday morning was lazy and warm as golden sunlight filtered through the window. He had woken first, as always. When you lifted your head and fully came to, you crawled up to him and straddled his hips. He smiled warmly and kissed your cheek as you settled against him, taking in his scent.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as his tame butterfly kisses turned into something more urgent. His breath was hot at your jaw as he held you close, your chest pressed up against him. His hands wandered under your thin clothing, and you kissed him feverishly, tasting his salty-sweet lips. 

You knew Jean liked to take his time, and you did too—but there was an understanding between the two of you in the moment, as your lips crashed against each other. You gasped for air against his mouth as you felt him squeeze your thighs, desperately tugging away your clothes to satisfy the pulsing warmth in your core. You palmed his boner through his clothes and your breath caught as he pulled off his shirt in one swift motion, muscles flexing. 

Jean pulled out his cock, the tip glistening with precum, throbbing with desire, and he tapped it against your slick entrance.

“I missed you,” you whined against his mouth, clinging to his shoulders and trying to position yourself correctly. 

“Fuck,” Jean groaned, finally able to push his tip into you, your cunt slowly enveloping him as he gripped your hips, urging you further down to the base of him. You gasped at the intrusion, lips stuttering around him as you adjusted, your clit pulsing from the new sensation. 

“I missed you too,” he said, breathing raggedly as he held both hands at your waist, and began to move you on top of him. 

You couldn’t help yourself, frantically trying to take more of him, grinding your swollen clit against him as he gripped your ass, squeezing you hard, never wanting to let you go. He loved watching your expression, your pinched brows and open mouth, each breath accompanied by a filthy moan, each thrust accentuated by your slick cunt crying out to him. 

You stared at the scattered freckles on Jean’s shoulder, breathing hard as you tried to ground yourself while taking his impressive length, feeling him move against your walls and satisfy every desire you had. 

“Fuck yes,” you said breathlessly. You gripped his biceps, listening to his groans and shuddering at the soft sounds escaping his lips. 

“I know baby,” he panted, his hand sliding up your waist to your breasts, and his thumbs traced light circles around your nipples, perky and aching for more. He slammed into you, his thighs slapping against your ass.

You couldn’t let go of him, your cunt only wanted more as you rocked in his lap, moaning and quivering in his strong embrace. 

Your eyes rolled back and Jean relished every soft sound that escaped you. He leaned his head down, running the tip of his nose down your neck and between your breasts. He kissed your skin softly, and cupped your tits as he brought them each to his mouth, wrapping his warm lips around your nipples and flickering his tongue over them as he gazed up at you. Your fingers gripped his hair as you shivered from the pleasure, his urgent lips and hands roaming every inch of your body. He allowed you to plant yourself in his lap and you could only rub yourself against him, cum leaking down his shaft. 

“Fuck,” you whined obscenely as Jean sucked your sensitive nipples, his firm grip creating soft indents on your flesh as he worshiped you with his tongue. 

Jean brought his thumb between your legs and stroked your puffy clit, your heartbeat between your legs, and you yelped from the shot of heat that followed. He chuckled and grazed his teeth against your nipple, and moved to cup your ass. 

Jean shifted slightly, allowing for his legs to spread wider under you and pressed his back against the couch. He wrapped his hands around you and continued to guide you up and down on his dick as he finally tore himself away from your sweet, perky nipples. 

“Your cunt’s so tight,” he panted. “Oh my god… Who's it, sweetheart?”

“Yours,” you gasped adoringly, and moved faster, moaning as he brushed your sweet spot. You were bouncing in his lap, toes curling, creaming on him and wetness painting your thighs. You were completely lost in the motions with him, surrendering yourself to his touch and all worries melting from your mind. “I’m all–my pussy—fuck, yours! Harder, harder—” 

Your desperate cry made him groan, cock twitching, and he obliged, leaking precum deep inside as you took every inch of him with grace. His hips stuttered as he sped up, his breath ragged as his moans grew louder and more aggressive. You felt safe in his arms, clinging to his muscular chest and being treated with the nastiest, most loving care.

Jean was entranced by your pretty tits moving in circles in front of his face, teasing him as your pussy pleased and coated him with your cum. He loved to drill you on his lap, to have a perfect view of your body. Sweat beaded down his forehead, the veins in his hands and arms defined from the exercise. His cock throbbed at the idea of emptying himself inside your slick cunt, filling your pretty body with his cum and letting you rock yourself senseless on his aching member. He adored you, loved with you every fiber of his being.

“Jean,” you whined again, something building inside you, your mind numb from the endless, delicious friction between you. “Give it… to me–please!” 

“Shit,” he panted, impossibly aroused at the idea of breeding you, emptying himself into you. 

You kissed him, cupping his face with both hands as he wrapped his around your waist, fucking you frantically, selfishly. Your body shuddered as you moved against him, every nerve sensitive and overwhelmed with burning pleasure. 

Jean moaned into your mouth as he came inside you, and you writhed as you took him, tasting and memorizing each other on your lips. He buried himself deep and worked at your clit with a hasty finger as he painted your insides. You pressed your face into his neck, inhaling his scent as you rode wave after wave of pleasure, feeling him fill you up, and burning with pride. 

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sigh I love snacks and trinkets

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ik i haven’t posted fic in forever but pls know i have like 7k words of diff wips at any given time (but especially right now)

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you ever encounter a fictional character where you're like, I would enjoy whatever this man decides to put in my mouth?

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Eren Jean

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not paying attention to shadis

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v gave him heart glasses ❤️✨️

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it’s fucking wild because one day you’re like i guess i’m not dying tragically young and you go to the store and you buy dental floss, ingredients for soup, and a bath mat

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did you see this tweet? well yeh this a a wip bc i have to go to sleep TT

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SO IM ON THE WRITING TEAM FOR THIS RICK SANCHEZ DATING SIM!!! it’s so sick being a part of this project :D

hopefully my fanfic won’t be too affected, i’ll honestly have lots of free time from here on out anyway- it’s just about locking in