#she like draws the guide line on snakes tongue and wolf just starts shitting himself

[painfully-unoriginal]

my human snake goes 2 get his tongue split n wolf goes with for support but wolf ends up screaming and crying before anything even happens and gets kicked out

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It’s one a.m. and here’s some nsfw Ryack with female Jack, trans!Ryan, and fun times with a strap-on (set in FAHC AU, but could be anything).

And you ask: why do you mostly have trans!Ryan stuff? And my answer is: these are all scenes from a fic I had an idea for, and it was an OT6 deal with trans!Ryan and how he reveals that to each of them individually (also why the communication isn’t great - in the fic the trust between them all would have been solidly established before these scenes). And my follow-up is: there’s another scene from that fic that I have and then I’ll start branching out (and hey feel free to send ideas/prompts/requests/deep dark desires).

Ryan’s good in bed. Like, really fucking good - it’s only been fifteen minutes and already Jack’s shorts are down and there’s two fingers tucked up inside her, a thumb pressing just right over her clit and shit, Ryan knows his way around pussy, that’s for sure.

Jack bounces a little on the fingers inside her, leans in to kiss that knowing little grin off Ryan’s face. Her lipstick smears all over his mouth but he doesn’t wipe it away, just rests a broad, warm hand on her waist and encourages her to rock down onto his hand. He’s making these quiet little grunts every time Jack squeezes around him, practically riding his fingers as he spears her open.

“Come on, Ryan, fuck me,” she says, biting back a tiny moan as Ryan presses over her sweet spot. “I am fucking you,” Ryan replies, entirely too casually. Jack groans and plants a hand on his shoulder to slam him back down onto the bed - she’s only got so much patience, after all, and she’s always liked getting bossy. Especially with guys like Ryan.

Ryan’s fingers stutter and Jack guides his other hand up to her chest - he swiftly unbuttons her shirt and drags his palm over her bra, slips his fingers inside to tease her nipple. She sighs and braces herself on one arm above him, kissing him as she sweeps her other hand down his body. She’s straddling one thigh, her knee scooted up close to Ryan’s crotch and she grins against his mouth as she undoes the belt, shoves his fly open and grabs - huh. Huh.

Ryan stiffens a little under her and on a certain hunch and with no resistance Jack slides her hand into the briefs, diving past rubber to find - aha.

“Still want me to fuck you?” He asks quietly, his hands stilling as he waits for Jack’s answer. “Yes,” Jack says, rolling her hips against his hand and touching briefly over his cock. She pushes up to admire the mess she’s made of Ryan’s mouth, red smudged over it and his lower lip shiny with spit. It’s a good look on him. “Need more?” Ryan asks, sitting up to chase her mouth as he edges in another finger anyway, stretching her out. His firm, confident touches make Jack shudder and leak against him, getting wetter by the second while Ryan playfully tweaks her nipples, smiling at the moan it provokes. “Stop teasing,” Jack breathes, gasping at the next hard rub over her clit. “Ryan, come on.” “Okay,” Ryan murmurs, slowly withdrawing his fingers. “Okay, I just - give me a moment - ” and he manoeuvres Jack off his lap, starts stripping unceremoniously as Jack watches.

Ryan flings his shirt into Jack’s face and Jack splutters, launches it back at him as he kicks his jeans off. She undoes the rest of her shirt and shimmies it off while Ryan fiddles with something in a drawer - he shucks his underwear and pulls out a harness. Jack’s eyes get stuck on the muscle bunched between Ryan’s shoulder blades, especially prominent when he bends over.

Ryan glances nervously at Jack, who wolf-whistles playfully and laughs at the answering eye-roll. She busies herself with removing her shorts and bra and underwear while Ryan steps into the harness.

She hears fabric being pulled tight and a dull click of something and then Ryan’s climbing on the bed again, laying on his back and propping himself up on his elbows. Jack straddles him just above his dick, bumping her ass against it when she leans down to crush their lips together. A hand buries itself in her hair and another sweeps down her back, fingers curling around her hip.

“Lube?” Ryan mutters, and Jack shakes her head - she’s soaked down there, she can feel it, worked up from all of Ryan’s thorough touching. She takes Ryan’s wrists and presses them to her thighs, squeezing lightly. “Stay there,” she says before pulling back, grinning when Ryan stays. “Good.” Ryan shivers.

Jack backs away and shifts so Ryan’s cock is between them, eyeing the solid base. Ryan’s hands suddenly pull away from Jack’s thighs and then appear with a condom as Jack rises up over him - she arches an eyebrow and glances down while it’s rolled on.

“You clean?” She asks. Ryan nods and gestures sheepishly down to the condom. “Easier to clean,” he says. “But it’s - I washed it before, yeah.” He returns his hands to Jack’s thighs, fingers slightly damp with lube.

Jack nods before boldly grabbing the base, lowering to rub the head against herself, grinding it against her clit. Ryan moans softly and his fingers twitch on Jack’s thighs, clearly eager to touch but staying still just like she ordered. Just the thought of that sends another shiver through Jack and she flicks hair out of her eyes as she bites her lip and lines up.

She startles a gasp from Ryan when she starts to sink down and fuck, Ryan’s thick. She plants a hand on Ryan’s chest, her red nails a striking contrast against pale skin, and his hands skate up her thighs with the movement and help her slide down, groaning low in the back of his throat when she’s fully seated.

“Fuck,” Jack breathes, experimentally grinding down to feel the fullness, shift until the head is pressing right against that spot. “Oh,” Ryan groans, nails digging into Jack’s skin. “Jack, fuck - ” he cuts himself off with a thick swallow, looking uncertainly up at Jack. “You can talk,” she says, lifting a hand to circle over her clit as she adjusts to him. “Fuck, you took me so easily,” Ryan whispers, and the tightness to his voice betrays his smooth facade. “So wet for me.” “Yeah, got me all ready for you, didn’t you?” Jack says. Ryan nods wordlessly and spreads his legs a little more, his eyes travelling all over Jack’s body.

Jack slowly lifts up, drops back down faster than she means too but it feels fucking good and Ryan moans quietly at the sight. He waits for her to start a rhythm and for her to nod - god, so good, so obedient - before bracing his feet against the bed and thrusting up in time, sliding almost constantly over the spot that sends staticky pleasure all through her. She figures out that if she rocks this way Ryan’s eyelashes flutter and his thrusts stutter - keeps rocking that way because whatever she’s shifting down there is pressing against an obviously great spot for Ryan.

“Fuck, right there,” she hisses, hair falling down around her face as Ryan fucks up faster, bouncing her slightly as her nerves tingle and sweat gathers in the backs of her knees. “Right there, Ryan, yeah, god - ” “Wanna touch you,” Ryan blurts out, eyes wide and pleading. “Do it, do it,” Jack babbles, and immediately Ryan’s hands are on the move, nails dragging over her chest to raise goosebumps, fingers flicking over her nipples and making her moan as she closes her eyes and focuses on getting over that edge. He murmurs encouraging nonsense, her name mixed in as he plucks and traces over all the sensitive spots he can find, drawing her tight like a bow.

Ryan rolls her clit between his knuckles, thumbs over the sensitive spot above it to make her tense up all over, clenching wildly around Ryan as he fucks her right into her orgasm, gasping and moaning and leaving white crescents on Ryan’s chest with her nails.

“You’re - Jack - ” Ryan breathes, biting back another groan when Jack rocks again. “Fuck, you’re - ” he breaks off into another low noise and Jack forces her toes to uncurl, shifts wetly on Ryan’s dick and watches the flush that causes. When she moves again it sends a shock of pleasure through her and she automatically clamps her legs shut, tight against Ryan’s hips while she shudders again, cursing under her breath.

Ryan’s hand scrapes through her hair, pushing it back behind her ear when he leans up for a kiss, smearing her lipstick back onto her and sweeping his tongue over hers.

Jack indulges for a few moments before she gingerly rises up, cautious of the burn in her thighs while Ryan’s cock slips out of her. Ryan seats her down on his thighs and kisses her harder - he snakes a hand down to touch himself but Jack stops it, grinning wickedly against his mouth as it goes slack with his protesting noise.

“Let me?” She asks, pulling back to look Ryan in the eye. Ryan nods and Jack rolls off the condom, doesn’t care about tying it as she tosses it to the pile of clothes on the floor. And this time she pushes Ryan back down on the bed and crawls down the other way until her mouth is level with his dick.

Ryan props himself up on an elbow and inhales sharply, forehead creasing as Jack licks a lewd stripe up the underside. She splays a hand over his hip, tucks her thumb under the harness to press over Ryan’s cock.

“This okay?” She asks, her mouth hovering over the head of his dick. Ryan nods and his mouth falls open on a groan as Jack sinks down, matching the slow descent of her mouth with slow strokes with her thumb, speeding up when she realises how close Ryan is already, wet and slick against her fingers.

He does taste clean - faintly of silicone and faintly of soap and a lot like latex - and Jack doesn’t strain herself trying to deepthroat him, just bobs shallowly and looks up through her eyelashes to give him a nice visual. Ryan rocks up a little into her mouth and scoops her hair back with one hand, holding it out of her eyes as he bites his lip and trembles under Jack’s touch. Spit leaks out of the corners of her mouth, sliding down to join the mess of her come splattered over the base.

Jack pulls off to pepper kisses up the length, panting as Ryan groans above her, fucks eagerly against Jack’s fingers - they slip in the slick a little and she struggles to keep them in one place, stroking firm over Ryan’s cock and smoothing her other hand over his tense thigh.

She sinks back down and sucks particularly noisily as Ryan moans and rakes more hair out of her eyes, his eyes glued to Jack’s mouth. She deliberately hollows out her cheeks and doesn’t worry about her teeth scraping as she starts bobbing again, tracing her tongue idly over the bump of the vein and moaning a little to feel Ryan twitch under her. It’s completely intoxicating, getting Ryan so worked up like this, hard and eager for Jack’s touch. She dives down a little lower to choke herself a bit - more for the sound than her own enjoyment - and Ryan comes right there and then, his groan wobbling into a whimper as she rubs frantically over him, pulls off so Ryan can rock as much as he wants.

Jack wipes her mouth and can’t resist crawling back up Ryan’s body, keeping one hand on his dick and the other planted by his shoulder as she ducks down for kisses, Ryan’s hands holding her steady as she licks clumsily into his panting mouth.

“Jack, fuck,” he mutters, squeezing Jack’s shoulders and shuddering again. “Wanna get started on round two?” Jack asks after another few minutes of pleasant, messy making out, withdrawing her hand from Ryan’s cock. “God yes,” Ryan groans, his hands hot on her back as he surges up to her mouth again, her hair falling around them in a ticklish curtain while they kiss.

Jack grabs him by the shoulders and rolls them, their legs tangling up as she lands flat on her back, Ryan panting above her. She kicks her legs open and hooks one over his hip - Ryan’s dick slaps weakly against her inner thigh as he shifts and Jack grins, looping her arms around his neck and tugging him down for a firm kiss.

When Ryan relaxes she grabs one of his wrists, pressing her lips to it before placing that hand on her hip. The other she moves to the bed beside her head, planting a quick kiss to the delicate bones in Ryan’s wrist.

“Stay,” she says. “Can you do that for me?” “Bossy,” Ryan says, but nods. “You complainin’?” “No.” “Good.” Jack runs her hands over the flat planes of Ryan’s chest, smirks at the idea that pops into her head. “If you can’t keep still, I know you’ve got handcuffs here somewhere.”

Ryan bites his lip and Jack stares him down for a moment, studying the black-blown of his eyes and how her lipstick has started to smudge over his beard.

“I’ll use them,” she warns.

Ryan’s hands instantly scramble to move, migrating entirely to other parts of her as she laughs at the plain eagerness.

“Not much of a threat for you, is it?” Jack asks, briefly entertaining the image of Ryan tied up below her, metal biting into his wrists as he begs. Oh fuck.

Ryan shakes his head and Jack narrows her eyes, brushing a hand down to his happy trail.

“Be good and maybe I’ll use them,” she says. Ryan’s hands return lightning-fast to their places and Jack lightly scratches over Ryan’s abdomen. “And if I’m bad?” He asks, dipping down so their lips touch with each soft exhale. “Then you don’t get to come.”

Ryan actually shudders above her and Jack leans up to close the gap between them, her mind racing with all the possibilities suddenly unfolding in front of her, all stemming from the flutter of Ryan’s lashes when she praises him.

She grins. Their night just got a whole lot more interesting.