faux sympathy while she forces orgasm after orgasm from me. my hands tied together above my head. hearing her softly in my ear "aww...my poor baby. is it too much?" as her fingers continue to overstimulate me, rubbing my clit in circles, ruining my hole.
she grabs the toy next to her and placing it on top of my oh so sensitive, sore, and red clit before turning it up all the way. her other hand pushing the little baby hairs away from my face and tucking them behind my ear. "you look so pretty baby. taking it all like such a good pet. it's just so much for your little brain hmm? don't worry just let mommy handle it yeah?"
my legs finding their way closer together the more stimulated i get. the whining, whimpering, gasping, squirming from the overwhelming pleasure. my hands coming down from above trying to push the toy away and she smacks my hand every time. by the third time, "keep your hands up or else mommy will have to tie you up in other ways."
*literally gorgeously moves hair to the side and bare her fucking neck.*
i fucking love smelling good and have a fear of smelling bad and was just thinking about this so yea. ppl always complement my perfumes and that’s like the biggest complement you can get i swear. anyways just a silly little post 🤭
(aka my version of Martyn's Rats 2 finale ft. even more treebark and cameos from the Rats cast)
First time ever sharing anything I write and English isn't my first language so pretty nervous about this but yolo ig
The Rats had lived in the Hotel for four months by the time they had to leave. Far more time than Captain Jacques had expected, to be honest. They hadn’t exactly done a great job at hiding from the humans, between their recurrent thefts and serial property destruction. Not to mention the entire city they (mostly Ratman) had built in the Rattic.
Luckily, he and the Lieutenant were prepared. Their new ship was ready for a new adventure, and while smaller and less dramatic than he would have preferred, it was more than enough to carry their newly recruited crew of Pi-Rats. The Lieutenant had gasped when he had first seen it, praising Jacques’ craftmanship with excitement. The Captain had not blushed at his words. Definitely not. That would be scandalous.
It had taken the crew a few hours to carry the boat from the Rattic to the small channel from where the Sangría, as the ship had jokingly been baptised, would start its first journey. The Rats has positioned themselves around it, doing their best to raise the vessel. Ratman was in the back, trying to ensure that his car (that he had decided to bring with him) stayed in board. Michela and the Lieutenant kept shooting puns at each other from their respective spots and although Jacques could not quite see him from where he was standing, he could hear PostRat’s laugh as clear as (hah!) water. Although they were all contributing to the work load, it definitely were Jojo and Bek who were holding most of the weight without much difficulty, to nobody’s surprise. Apo ran in front of the ship, guiding them through the night and shouting orders and directions. She was very good at it. If they ever wanted the role, she would be a great Pi-Rat captain.
Ros, who was directly in front of Jacques, was uncharacteristically gloomy, despite Graecie's best efforts to cheer her up. The Captain wondered if Tubrat’s unexpected absence (and the suspicious red stains in Ros' dress) had something to do with it. He had noticed Ros exchanging a look with the Lieutenant at their meeting point. Getting out of Paris was Jacques' priority at the moment, but he would question them about it later; while he would always respect his crew’s privacy and right to keep secrets, he also needed to know everything was fine. He was newer to being a Captain than he would like to admit (except to his Lieutenant), but he had spent long enough at sea to know that the worst dangers emerged from within the ship.
Speaking of the Lieutenant, once they had reached the dock he had startet to behave very strangely. To be fair, he and Ros were not the only ones in a weird mood tonight; all the Pi-Rats were excited to start a new adventure, but they would miss the place that had become their home and their friends who had chosen to stay behind or follow other escape routes.
But his second in command was weirdly quiet and still, and his eye looked alarmingly unfocused as he looked between the ship and the streets behind them. It wasn’t the first time Jacques had seen him like this. During the big “Captain wants to sell us into slavery” misunderstanding (Cheese Above, that had been an embarrasing ordeal), he had seen surprise, anger and disgust go through the Lieutenant’s face in rapid succession, only to be replaced by a blank stare and an almost amused smile afterwards. And in the way he behaved and talked, the Lieutenant sometimes felt so detached from everything that went on around him, even from the other rats, as if his mind was miles and worlds away from their Rattic. Jacques couldn’t stand those moments. He had come to care deeply about the Lieutenant because of his energy, his creativity, his wit. That apathy made his stomach feel sick.
“You okay, dude?” he whispered once they reached the canal.
“Jep jep, Captain. Peachy. Cheese, Ratman is going to break the Sangría at this pace with his goddamn car, gonna go help him.”
Jacques watched him leave and sighed. No matter how much he had tried, and how close they had become during the last months, it was as if there was a deep ditch between them he could never manage to cross. He thought of that last conversation in the passage going up to the Rattic, when the Lieutenant had stopped him to tell him something, just to back down and continue climbing. He couldn’t stop thinking about what could possibly be on his Lieutenant’s mind, what he could do to help him. He had so many secrets and stories to tell Jacques just couldn’t know.
Of course, that would be presumptuous, even selfish to think about, but Renrat could not help but wonder if, maybe, Mratyn felt the same way Renrat did. He fantasied, for just a moment, about Mratyn grinning and confessing his love for him in that passage, surronded by the rumble of the pipes. He had noticed, of course, the tension between them both, they had even kissed once while drunk and often shared the same bed, but… Acting on those feelings would be a bad idea. Renrat was married, and despite everything, and how different those feelings were to the flutter within his chest every time he saw Mratyn, he cared deeply about his wife. It just couldn’t be. It was impossible. In the end he would only hurt them both, when neither of them was at fault for Renrat’s flaws. If it really was a confession, then Mratyn had realised at the right time that being with Renrat was no good. And, more likely than not, Mratyn had never and never would love him like Renrat did. He was better than that.
He had purposefully kept his tone of voice quiet because he didn’t want to worry the others, but it was obvious that he wasn’t the only one who had noticed something strange. Eloise and Bek looked worried, and were not-so-subtly trying to stay close to the Lieutenant. Of course, they had known him for far longer than any of the other Rats, having lived together in the same house a couple of years earlier. They had always been able to connect with him in a way that sometimes made Jacques’ heart ache. Apo, despite their rivalry with the Lieutenant, also kept shooting glances at him as she approached Renrat.
“We should get going, Captain. It won’t be long before dawn, and we don’t want humans to spot the Sangría.”
Jacques forced himself to stop thinking about the Lieutenant to focus on what was more urgent.
“The Seine’s currents will easily push us towards the sea, and the wind is also in our favour. It’s the right moment.” He turned to the Pi-Rats, spread throughout the improvised dock, and shouted with as much cheer as he could muster:
“All aboard, me laddies! We’ve got a long journey ahead of us.” He then turned to Apo and ruffled her hair playfully. “Great job.”
The other Pi-Rat let out an offended hiss as they bolted away, and Jacques couldn't help but laugh. Yes, he was worried about his Lieutenant, but as with the Ros debacle, it could wait for a bit. At the moment, he was happy they were all together and safe. Once they were sat on a tropical island in the other side of the seas, drinking sangrias and enjoying the sun, then he would sit down Mratyn and talk him into accepting his help. Surely.
His plan failed less than five minutes later.
Just as Jacques gave the order to lift the anchor, right as the ship barely started to move, a loud noise interrupted his thoughts. The Sangría bolted away from the dock and Jacques barely managed to hold on to the mast in order to maintain his balance. Somewhere behind him he heard Ratman shouting:
“My car! The Ratmobile’s engine is on!”
The Pi-Rats bolted towards the back of the ship, more confused than alarmed. Suddenly, Shelby gasped. Jacques lifted his gaze from the Ratmobile to the shore of the canal and that’s when he saw him. The silhouette of a rat, becoming smaller and smaller by the moment. For a second, he was paralysed on his spot. It's only when Eloise yelled by his side that he was violently snapped out of his thoughts.
“MRATYN! Oh no, PLEASE WAIT. Jacques! We can’t leave without him!”
“LIEUTENANT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Ratman, turn off the car with Shubble's help.” Jacques ordered. “The rest, let’s try to turn the ship around”
Their efforts very quickly proved to be fruitless, as even as the car had stopped propelling the Sangría, the wind kept pushing them further and further from the dock. The Lieutenant didn't seem very worried, though, at least at first sight. He grinned widely and waved his hand, but Jacques had spent so many hours looking at the other rat’s face ever since they had met during that fateful day at sea that he easily recognised that his smile was as fake as his own past as a great Pi-Rat leader.
“See you later, Captain, been a pleasure! Hopefully, this story will be a little more entertaining than the ones you usually tell. Give them a show. Apo, you are now the Lieutenant! And you two, El and Bek, enjoy your honeymoon, you sappy rats. Ros. You are a better rat than you think. I will truly miss you and your laugh, PostRat. Graecie, Jojo, Shelby, Michela, have fun and kick ass. And Ratman, you better take care of them all.”
‘Oh. He truly doesn’t want to stay with us. With me.’ Jacques thought, as chaos erupted around him.
El was sobbing, as Bek hugged her tightly while barely looking more more composed herself. Most of the crew shouted for Martyn to change his mind, to meet them at a later date somewhere down the river. Apo especially seemed distressed:
“Sorry for killing you that one time, please come back, c’mon I was mad about my goose wife but I shouldn’t have killed you, I'm sorry, c'mon I am not the Lieutenant!"
“What if we jump ship?” Ratman proposed nervously. “We all leave together, or no one does. This doesn't feel fair.”
“Do you want to drown? Plus, he obviously wants to stay.” said Jojo sadly. Ros, standing near, was quiet, petrified to her spot. She held to the ship's rails so harshly her knuckles were turning white and looked towards the dock with wide eyes.
Jacques also looked at the Lieutenant, trying to catch a last, clear glimpse before never seeing him again. Never. Again.
And suddenly, as if lighting had struck him, he thought about those fears and anxieties he felt in regards to his relationship with the Lieutenant, no, with Mratyn, and realised he didn't care about them. At that moment, after lying to him, to everyone, to himself, for so many months, he finally wanted to speak the truth.
“MRATYN!” he shouted. He could almost taste his sadness in the tip of his tongue. It tasted salty. Oh. He was crying. “If you truly want to stay, we will respect your decision, but you’ve got to know… We will miss you. You will always be part of this crew, no matter how far away we are from each other. And…” he exhaled weakly. “I love you. I-I wanted you to know that. I just wish you had known earlier. But this is not the last you will see of me, Mratyn, I swear it.”
Maybe it’s just his imagination. By then the Sangría was far away from the channel's shore, and his sight is extremely blurry because of the fog and his tears. But Jacques Renrat would swear that for a second, right before he turned and disappeared into the streets of Paris, Mratyn Martyn looked him in the eye from the distance and truly, really smiled, his face as teary as his own. He then left.
A bit late but at least I'm posting yippiee. Constructive criticism is appreciated btw, I am severly lacking writing experience :)
One thing about me is that, despite loving treebark, I am incapable of writing anything without mentioning other relationships/ storylines I like. So ft. in this fic: Apo's important role in the Pi-Rats story line and her very interesting dynamic with both rat Ren and Martyn; Eloise and Bek being cute and also their adorable friendship with Martyn; Ros's whole character who was probably my favourite part of Rats 2 holy shit I love her; and Water/PostRat my beloved cameo and appreciation of her laugh (that line about how Martyn will truly miss Water is bc I am emotional about him getting a PostRat NPC for his post office in misadventures hehe). Also someone tell Renrat he can be a happy gay rat please
