#y’all love your snakes lmao

[cameronsprincess]

— summary: you’ve wanted jj for as long as you can remember, but the two of you have always been stubborn when it came to your feelings for one another. a months long secret affair behind his girlfriend, kiara’s back, and getting caught by john b finally pushes jj to do what he should have done months ago.

— warnings: smut! 18+ cheating!!! oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, getting caught by john b, strong language. i think that’s it.

— note: y’all probably think i’m awful lmao. two cheating fics in one week? 🫣 anywhoooo, i don’t condone cheating by any means, but for the plot, it was necessary. not a very long one, but enjoy<3

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❥ desire — j.m

“please jj, ‘m so close, it hurts, please… let me— shit! let me cum”

jj’s tongue continues its assault on your sensitive pussy, his tongue dragging up and down the length of your sopping core, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking at it softly before releasing it and penetrating your tight hole with his tongue.

your legs were shaking, fingers buried in his messy blond locks as he worked you toward your third orgasm.

jj lets your clit pop from his lips, lifting his head so his darkened over eyes could meet yours. “fuckin’ love how good you taste, wanna die between these legs”

he slips a finger inside of you, slowly thrusting it in and out, slightly curving it and hitting at your gspot. you let out a pathetic whine, head firmly pressed into the pillows as your third orgasm was threatening to burst. your stomach tightens, legs tense as jj continues the slow thrusts of his finger, his head dipping down and wrapping his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

you feel the band snap, your orgasm rushing through you and soaking jj’s face and fingers, shouts of his name and soft whines pulled from you.

“jj- s’too much! please… please no.. no more”

he lifts himself up onto his knees, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, “goddamn, got three out of ya this time, not bad mama”

you let out a sigh of relief, rolling your head to the side as you try and steady your breathing. jj’s voice startles you, the low and raspy tone in his voice making your core ache once more, “don’t think i’m done with ya now do ya princess? ‘m just gettin’ started”

you open your mouth to speak but only a high pitched squeal comes out, the swollen head of jj’s cock running through your soaking wet cunt making you squirm.

he sinks himself inside you, pulling a loud gasp from you. his hips begin pounding into yours, the squelching noises of your pussy and jj’s balls smacking against your ass bounce off the walls. you let out a loud moan and jj slaps a hand over your mouth, muffling your cries as he continues to pound himself inside of you.

you sink your teeth into his palm, making him hiss out a breath, “fuck!” he grunts out,

he lets his palm slide from your mouth, his hand snaking underneath your waist, gripping at your plump ass harshly as he fucks himself deeper into you.

you lift a leg and wrap it around jj’s waist, pulling him farther into you, his cock being pushed into so deep you could feel him in your stomach. you begin clenching around his dick, your inner walls squeezing him tightly as you near your release.

the sound of the front door squeaking open catches your attention, panic flooding your face, eyes wide as you stare up at jj, his face unfazed and focused on his quick and deep thrusts.

“j, someone’s-” you begin but jj cuts you off.

“i don’t give a fuck, focus on me”

you squeeze your eyes shut when the head of his dick hits at your gspot, making your pussy clamp down around him. your toes curl, back arching up off the bed when the door to the bedroom is pushed open, john b’s voice making your body go slack in jj’s hold.

“jj, what’re you- oh shit! sorry!” john b shouts, shielding his eyes and rushing from the room.

you place your palms on jj’s chest, his thrusts never slowing, even when his best friend walked in on the two of you, “jj! jj, stop! he just- he just caught us!”

jj’s hips don’t falter, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he focuses on his impending release.

“hey, hey, don’t worry about him. he won’t say shit, focus” jj demands. you obey, pushing john b to the back of your mind and focusing on the feel of jj’s cock sliding in and out of your sopping cunt.

jj’s hips begin to stutter, his dick pulsing inside of you as you clench around him uncontrollably. jj lets out a strained groan as his cum shoots inside of you, your body shaking as you come undone around his cock shortly after.

he slides his softening cock from you and pushes himself off the bed, finding his boxers and sliding them up his legs. you wrap the bedsheet over your chest, staring back at him. you’d been caught, what if john b tells kiara? you know what you’re doing is wrong, but you can’t seem to stop yourself. you want jj, but the two of you have always been stubborn when it came to your feelings for one another.

as if he was reading your mind, jj sits on the bed beside you, his large hand cupping your face as his ocean-blue eyes scanned your face. “hey, don’t worry. jb won’t say anything, besides… i’m- i’m gonna break things off with kie. she deserves better, and well.. you know i’m in love with you. it’s only fair we do this the right way”

you sigh, nodding your head as tears began to prick at your eyes. jj had never openly admitted he was in love with you, but you knew he was, so finally hearing the words out loud made your heart leap from your chest.

“i love you too, jj”

he smirks down at you, placing his hand on the back of your head and pressing his lips against your forehead. “i’ll be back, ‘m gonna go talk to jb, try and get some sleep. everything will be sorted by the time you wake up”

you smile to yourself, laying yourself in his bed and pulling the covers up to your nose. you close your eyes, listening to him exit the room, leaving you with thoughts of finally having a real relationship with the man you’d been in love with for years.

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[sogoodtoheritsvicious]

standing in the light of your halo, i got my angel now

summary: dating after harry surprising you at your show gave you the final push you needed, you two go public and quickly find out you weren’t as subtle as you thought. later, a wild lando appears.

vicious speaks: we’re finally here!! this is nothing but pure fluff for these babies 💗

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oscarpiastri y’all are so cute it makes me sick

⤷ yourusername you love us

oscarpiastri unfortunately 😕

fan1 day 56893 of asking ya’ll to post a selfie together

fan2 flower boyyy 💐

yourbff we love to see you being treated the way you deserve!!

ynharrysthird MY LOVES

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fan1 ohhh to be on a beach paint date with yn

fan2 don’t be shy, post a pic of you kissing

alexandrasaintmleux 💓🥹💓

fan3 you being active and posting personal pics is still something i’m not used to 😵‍💫

fan4 you in your bf era is such a serve

ynharrysthird i’m being soooo normal about this i promise (lie)

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harrystyles first of many 💗

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⤷ fan1 I CAN’T HANDLE ALL THIS CUTENESS

fan2 *pretends to be shocked*

⤷ fan3 we definitely had no idea you guys were together

⤷ fan4 yeah this is such a surprise

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⤷ lilymhe clocked 😭

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⤷ fan5 admin making it known yn’s still a mclaren girlie

⤷ mclaren always!

⤷ yourusername it’s a for life thing!!

⤷ fan6 stop, yn saying being a mclaren girlie is a for life thing is gonna make me cry 🥹

annetwist so cute! 💓

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⤷ ynharrysthird gem being in the likes and anne being in the comments is so personal to me 🥹

fan7 ADOPT ME

carlossainz55 he’s making everyone else look like bad boyfriends

⤷ carlossainz55 not me, though

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fan1 thank u oscar for providing us with adorable ynharry content

yourusername omg i completely forgot you were here!!

⤷ oscarpiastri i could tell

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f1 understandable, they’re really cute

fan2 going from you saying lando didn’t deserve yn last year, to you posting a pic of her and harry being all lovey dovey, oh we have never been more up!!

fan3 does this post you mean you officially give them your blessing?

fan4 this ain’t it

carlossainz55 you will be missed, amigo 😔💔

fan5 aren’t you supposed to be landos bsf 🤨

ynharrysthird when i’m in a biggest ynharry supporter competition and oscar piastri is my opponent

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fan1 dkfjgjd even you sound done with his shit 😭

⤷ landoupdates he doesn’t move for so long and once he does, it’s just to stir up old drama 😵‍💫 imagine how tired i am.

fan2 he needs to get over it, it’s been a year and HE’S THE ONE WHO CHEATED.

fan3 going this hard for lando is crazy, he isn’t gonna fuck you!

fan4 “that girl and her boyfriend” is crazy when it’s literally yn and harry styles

fan5 lando LOSER 🫵😂

fan6 the ratio has me crying

⤷ fan7 quotes are beating their ass 😭

fan8 he’s so desperate for attention, it’s sad

fan9 nah they’re right, oscar was a snake for that

fan10 lando you fumbled, move on bro

fan11 his audacity is astounding

francisca.cgomes she did NOT try to ruin landos life wtf HE tried to ruin his OWN life when he thought he could cheat without getting caught instead of making up his damn mind about who he wanted to be with

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fan13 all the wags, aria, and gemma coming to yns defense oh lando it’s so over for you

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ynharrysthird mf GET A LIFE and leave these people alone lando

fan13 lando is currently in the “find out” phase of “fuck around and find out”

oscarpiastri if he were a real man he’d contact me instead of being a little bitch and liking tweets

⤷ fan14 WHOA

⤷ fan15 THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGG

⤷ fan16 🕯️manifesting there’ll be cameras around if they throw hands 🕯️

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⤷ ynharrysthird i’ve got $200

⤷ carlossainz i’ve got $1000

⤷ fan18 your ass is always at the scene of the crime 😭

⤷ fan19 he’s just here to look pretty and be messy

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⤷ fan6 he said “lando who?” 😭

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[marwhoa]

request: You write the turtles boys so well! I literally can't stop smiling when I read your fics - they're so sweet and endearing. I was wondering, only if it strikes your interest of course, if you'd consider writing about the boys being jealous of each other when the reader spends time with them one on one? Like, maybe a slot for Leo where he thinks reader finds Donnie funnier? Or one for mikey, where he thinks that reader likes how big raph is? Or for raph, where he thinks reader is more enamored with Leo? Or Donnie, where he worries that Mikey is flirting with reader? Of course they're all misunderstandings, and maybe it could end all fluffy with confessions and comforting their respective boy? If not, don't worry, but if so, thank you! 1 look forward to whatever you put out next.

🝮 “ green with envy ”

rise!boys x y/n

author’s note: screaming profusely !!! eeeee !!! So hey yeah here’s a fic, this took a while because it sat in my notes for days before I finally posted it, my bad. This was kinda hard cause I’m not experienced in the realm of jealousy—hopefully y’all like it? ᗡ: also does envy even fit this scenario? Lmao I just be naming these fics any thing, can y’all tell?

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┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Leo 💌

Leo never expected he could ever become… jealous, not him—no, no, NEVER him. He had too much pride, too much confidence. There should have never been any room for doubt in his ability to keep you focused and adoring on him, and him alone.

But, perhaps he had given himself too much credit? Or, maybe he had given his twin too little credit.

It wasn’t as though you were his. Just friends, and technically that meant you belonged to the whole family, not just him. But, no one could blame him for coveting you. From how starry-eyed you looked at him to how genuinely you laughed at his jokes, Leo found out too late that he had been falling for you, and here he was still falling. The way your nose crinkled when you laughed, or how your face lit up during Mikey’s dinner times, even down to the wheezing laugh you would give into if he pushed his jokes on too long, all of it spelled out lovely disaster for his heart.

But, fear not, he thought. He was the face man and the funniest turtle, surely there was no competition? No one could be better than him at getting you to make the faces you did.

Or well, it should’ve been no one. He wasn’t even all that funny, but Donnie managed to get you to keel over to some stuff he said—and he didn’t even intend for them to be jokes! A natural comic, can you believe the nerve of this guy?

So, yeah, Leo never expected himself to be jealous, and especially never towards his own brother, but god the way you were showing that tickled-silly expression to Donnie, wiping tears as he confusedly asked what was so funny? It had him gripping the arm of their couch, digging his nails into them. He wasn’t going to take this any longer! Sure Donnie meant no harm and would never try to swoop in and steal the prize he had his eye on, but Leo couldn’t help but still be… aggravated.

The pent-up annoyance was dispelled by the red-slider leaping over the couch, sassily walking over and snaking his arm across your waist.

“ Yeah, whatever, Donnie is sooo funny, but hey, Y/N, let me show you something better! ”

Never mind the fact that he had nothing planned as he twirled his katana in his other hand, slicing the air until a blue portal shimmered into existence. You glanced back and waved good bye to Donnie, fully intrigued by whatever it was Leo wanted to show you.

“ Oh—okay! What is it? ”

“ Who am I to ruin a surprise? ”

He cocked a brow at your question, tugging you through the portal and stepping out into the courtyard of the Witch’s city. While amazed, you wondered just what this had to do with anything—but, of course that was a comment you would keep to yourself until having fully exhausted the excitement of exploring not just any random town, but rather a town of witches!

“ Oh, Leo, finally! I’ve been begging you to bring me here for weeks! ”

Before he could even say anything, you were quickly rushing up to the nearest shop and sparking up conversation. Such a busy bee, but it was just another aspect of you he was captivated by. However, with such an impromptu visit to a rather overwhelming area, he found chances to spark conversation and get you to laugh to be stretched few and far between.

“ Oh wow, this store really doesn’t leave mushroom for walk-through, huh? ”

He gestured to a potions-ingredients shop, which, you guessed it, specialized in all things fungal-based. His shoulders drooped as you continued ahead, not even hearing him. That joke was gold! Huffing, Leo caught up with you and laced his fingers around your wrist, effortlessly stopping you in your tracks.

“ Mm? Leo? ”

You stared up at him with such a look of focus, all your attention finally fully on him, and he had to fight his legs not to reduce to jelly instantly. Instead, he took a deep breath, cocked his head, and insisted you follow him.

Down weaving alleys, through crowds of people, eventually you reached a park unlike any seen on the surface. The paths were lined with thick, luscious plants cultivated through the town’s magic. Foliage swayed with no wind, as though dancing like silk fabric to whatever music only they heard.

Your attention only left the plants when you heard Leo start clearing his throat and then flashing you a look that you recognized all too well. A grin was already tugging at your lips, and Leo finally felt like he was the only one in your world again. His hands held onto his belt and he kicked out his legs, faking as though he were tipping a hat. It seemed like some western cowboy impersonation?

“ What in carnation? ”

There you went, first with a light and short laugh.

“ Well I do say, I took a leaf of faith bringing you here,”

Which then melded into a series, topped with a “ Wait, Leo, hush—please! ”, all stuttered and peppered through your increasing laughter.

“—but, beleaf it or not—“

He wasn’t even able to finish the entire spiel before you were holding onto him, laughing with such a melodious voice. Which, of course, devolved into your trademark wheeze n’snort after dragging on too long.

“ Pwffhaaha!! Leo, wha-what’s with you today? ”

You wiped away a tear, and suddenly Leo was finally brought back to reality. Your hand on his forearm lingered, and he was just completely beside himself with how the glowing willows beside the garden softened your face ever-so-perfectly.

“ Y/N… ”

His voice was so uncharacteristically soft that it had you a tad bit spooked, hand gripping a teensy tighter. Your head cocked slightly in confusion.

“ I.. Ugh, okay, it’s—it’s dumb! But—“

He dragged his hands down his face, groaning exhaustedly.

“ I thought, maybe, you might’ve… Liked Donnie, more than me. ”

“ Huh? Why would you think that, I love all of you guys? ”

“ Yeah, but I love you, and—“

The shock painted on your face had him holding his breath. Alarms went off in his head, telling him he maybe should have held his tongue, not jumped ahead so quickly. The two of you searched each other’s eyes in silence, you recovering from what he said, and him preparing himself for what you would say. Soon enough, your face twisted into a confusion tinged with a bit of playfulness.

“ Wait a second.. You’re jealous, aren’t you? Of Donnie? What for? ”

“ What? What do you mean what for? You, you’ve been laughing at everything he said all day, don’t you think he’s funnier? Don’t you like him more?! ”

If it weren’t his dumb puns and act earlier, it was this that would do you in.

“ Leo, you dummy! Sure I was laughing, but that doesn’t mean I like him more than you, I just, well… ”

It was your turn to be a bit bashful as your eyes looked everywhere except him.

“ I, well.. You’re my favorite, Leo, not Donnie.. ”

As you batted your eyes at him, hoping he would connect the dots thoroughly, your answer was given in the form of his beaming expression as he swept you into his arms, spinning.

“ Ah-hah! So you do like me—and I’m the funnier turtle!? ”

“ Oh no, I shouldn’t have said anything, now you’re too powerful! ”

Playfully you cried, leaning back with your hand dramatically draped across your forehead. Leo chuckled at your antics leaning in to lay his head against your stomach as he tightened his hold firmly.

This was definitely something he would rub in his brother’s face later on—and said brother would be profusely confused by what brought it on???

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Mikey 💌

Mikey was the last turtle you ever considered could suffer from the classic ailment of “ jealousy ”, and you couldn’t help but feel both ashamed yet intrigued.

While you weren’t too sure what it was that had got him so riled up, you were observant enough to see the way his eyes lit up with a startling emotion. At first it was impossible to pinpoint, just a glimpse of something indiscernible yet startling that crept into his blue hues at the oddest of times.

The first time you had seen that frightful emotion peek its head was during a date. The two of you had decided to hit a bar late at night, him donning a cloaking brooch, of course.

When you arrived, the loud music was entrancing, luring you both onto the dance floor to get lost in each other’s arms. The music coiled around you both, closing the gap to a suffocatingly tight end, as if either of you couldn’t stand any sort of distance apart. The floor vibrated, from both the booming speakers and the music reverberating the whole building alongside the dancing bodies around you both.

Mikey beamed with the brightest smile, and you just knew he was laughing, albeit drowned out from the ambiance. You were both having the time of your lives. Absorbed into a bubble fit for only the two of you, eyes locked on each other, neither party was ready for the stranger’s hands that snaked around your waist, pulling you in without any mind paid to you already having a devoted dance partner.

Chills set in and you turned to Mikey instantly, locking eyes, but the look in his eyes was enough to have your voice hitch in your throat.

That night ended with you both getting kicked out after Mikey wailed on the guy, but after a while, you both laughed and talked all about the fight on the way home.

The next time you saw that look was when you were hanging out with Leo while waiting for Mikey to return back from patrol. He had invited you over, and you planned to do it after wrapping up a few things, so he figured he could finish a patrol and be ready for you when you got done.

Unfortunately for him, you happened to finish your escapade much too early, and thus were at the lair awaiting his return. Leo happened to pass by, so you roped him into a conversation to bide the time. When Mikey did eventually come home, he stepped in to see you nearly keeled over in laughter.

You had been laughing so hard that when you noticed Mikey, you gave a weak wave and continued dying. He was curious what the joke was, but Leo simply shook his head and left, his own laugh dwindling down the hall. Once you recovered and were on your feet, you caught that same scary emotion swirling in his eyes. He tightened his lips and only softened when he turned to you.

More and more questions arose as you came to experience this look time and time again in all kinds of situations, but the one that finally made all the clicks pop into place was his outburst after you were with Raph.

He had been taking care of some villains on patrol with Mikey when you had ended up in the wrong place, wrong time. Their battle had turned to a violent one, with the villain bashed straight into a wall. Debris crumbled down right as you turned the corner, eyes shooting up to see parts of the building falling towards you. There was no time to move, so you just closed your eyes shut right and braced yourself.

But, no pain ever came, just a bit of dust. You opened your eyes, seeing a huge shadow casted over your body, and when you looked up?

It was Raph, who blocked the falling debris with his mighty shell.

“ Raph! “

You yelped, heart thundering in your chest, and Mikey misunderstood the shimmer in your eyes as Raph rose to full height, throwing the concrete off and away. He misinterpreted why you hugged him so tightly when he scooped you up, taking you away from the damage and ushering you to run the other way.

When you’re focusing on the wrong things, it’s easy to get the signs wrong, and boy had the ache in Mikey’s heart got everything so totally wrong. You liked Raph, didn’t you? Why else would you look at him like that? Did you like it when folks were bigger than you, unlike him who simply had an inch or two on you?

How could he be so stupid?

So, that’s how you ended up where you were now, seconds from entering your apartment when Mikey met you with a sour look on his face. You noticed that same glint in his eyes, still trying to piece together what it meant.

“ Why didn’t you tell me? ”

His voice wavered, and you responded with a hum of confusion. Inviting him in, he closed the door behind you both. His lips tugged down as he searched everywhere for the words to say. Finally, he found them and settled back on you as you were putting things down and unwinding.

“ With Raph! You like him, don’t you?! ”

“ Wha? ”

“ You—You! ”

He seemed frustrated, wracking his brain until finally he threw his hands out and shouted.

“ DO YOU LOVE RAPH MORE BECAUSE HE’S SO BIG?! ”

Silence blanketed you both as you processed his words. Finally, you placed a word on the emotion you always saw in his eyes. Struggling not to laugh at the absurdity, you snorted and shook your head.

“ Jealousy! That’s wh—wait, no, Mikey, no, I don’t ‘Love Raph cause he’s big’ ”

“ Then why do you like him more!? ”

“ Where is this coming from, Mikey, I don’t like Raph like that—I like you. ”

You stepped closer, and Mikey let you in. Your hands reached up, cupping his cheeks, and he leaned into them with such a desperation that you felt bad for finding this whole situation so silly.

“ Just, you always seem so happy when he’s around, and whenever he saves you instead, you always.. ”

His eyes were elsewhere as he spoke, almost as though he were seeing the absurdity in it all now with a clearer mind.

“ Ahh, mhmm, yup, alright so Mikey usually people are very happy when they’re saved from danger—and I mean, I probably look happy cause I’m friends with him too, but I’m dating you, silly. ”

You booped his snoot, smiling as his eyes lit up with the love you were accustomed to seeing them full of.

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Raph 💌

If there was any one of the brothers full of insecurities, it would come as no surprise as the spotlight shone upon the red turtle, atop the winner’s pedestal. As someone who once led his brothers in the face of battle, who grew up with the elder sibling curse of forced parenthood, it came as no shock that there were a couple of problems sprinkled into his character.

While he had spent much of his life up to this point recovering and healing from what dared chip at his exterior, there was more than a few bits of stubborn grime that lingered on his surface. It ate away at him, leaving behind vulnerabilities.

Then you came along, and throughout the honeymoon period he experienced nothing but delights. Never had the negative Nancy in his brain perked up to talk her shit, misleading him in circles until he was a mess of unbundled, tangled up rope.

You were a light, something that seemed to power wash the grime away, cake over it with your delicate touch and sweet words. Much smaller than he, you were probably one of the kindest humans he met, someone he cherished more than life itself.

And that, in and of itself, was a vulnerability. You were his weakness, and the shrewd dark spots in his brain couldn’t wait for the rose-colored glass to shatter and let them sink their teeth into this beauteous opportunity.

The sensible part of him knew your kindness knew no ends, that it wasn’t limited or excluded to simply him or a select few. In fact, your sweet demeanor shared with his brothers? It was a breath of relief—it was an understatement to say he had been nervous to introduce you to the family. You were okay with him because he saved you, but his brothers and father weren’t present. They hadn’t been the heroes slamming down against concrete, scaring away the silverfish that preyed upon you one fateful night.

Turns out the trash-eaters had a hankering for good food, and you, all alone, on your way back home with a doggy-bag from Cleo’s Beach Shack, served to be the perfect target.

The night had been quiet, albeit suspiciously so, but your full tummy and weary limbs had their guard fully down. You daydreamed of the bed awaiting you at home, arms beckoning you forth with pillowy softness.

That delightful image was disturbed by the sudden rustling and clank you heard from behind. Turning, your eyes shooed away dreamland and were alert. An empty can rolled from a bush, tinking into someone’s trash can at the curb. Not a soul in sight, so surely it must have been one of New York’s infamous rats? Y’know, that creature that is practically extinct in this city, like there’s no way you would ever see them—definitely not at the metro nor the coffee shop, and surely never this residential street with primo rat hot-spots such as unsupervised trash cans full of food waste.

Yeah, of course, must have been a rat. You’re so paranoid, just hurry on home, nothing bad will happen. Nothing bad ever happens to pretty little guys like you, alone on dimly lit streets, lined with houses whose doors are locked to high hell.

Nothing bad, especially not like the cold metal that clamped firmly on your ankle. Never anything as worse as the chilling growl from whatever tripped you up, glaring with red eyes and flicking a long, sharp-looking tail.

“ Oh sh—“

Your voice feebly complained, raising into a scream to the heavens above as it lunged towards you.

Or well, towards your to-go bag, but who’s paying attention to the little things like that when your life is flashing before your eyes?

Thankfully, the end never came. There was the sound of a growling struggle after a tremor shook your shivering frame, and as you opened your eyes to peek at whatever held up your attacker, a silhouette towered over you. He casted a long shadow over you, which should have been intimidating as hell, but instead it left you feeling…

Safer?

In his hand laid two identical buggers, squirming and chomping with animalistic hunger. This had to have been worse than the rats, you’d take the rats any day, at least they weren’t massive.

… well okay, they are, but this is a whole ‘nother level.

The most shocking part was this giant hero taking a step back, assuming the position of a pitcher, and launching the creatures into the distance. There may have been a glint shining, and was that the cheer of an audience you were hearing? No, that was your imagination, obviously.

But you were not imagining this guy in front of you. Much too tall to be human, unless it was some basketball lead who somehow had balls of steel to save a stranger.

Every warning sign imaginable was washed away without a trace as your savior turned around and shot a shaky smile, warm as a summer sun.

“ S-Sorry about that, are ya okay? ”

He spoke with the timidness of someone a fourth his size, and you couldn’t help but be completely charmed to death.

From that day you would see him more and more, to the point that it felt as if maybe he had been appointed your personal body guard. Ah, but, you didn’t really mind, did you? You loved his company and his toothy grins. You adored his warm, gentle hugs, and it was too sweet how you could feel his hands tremble as they held yours ever so delicately.

So yeah, he worried to introduce you to his family, but the way you brightened up the room instantly had him starstruck. You’re perfect, that’s it. That’s the tweet.

The rosey glass shattered after a few lingering months of dating. His insecurities reared their heads, resting sharp grips on his shoulders as they whispered in his ears all kinds of falsities. You liked his brothers, but maybe you liked his brothers? Why else would you be so nice to them?

And, maybe that’s why you were smiling at Leo like that? Raph is right here, so why were you talking to his brother? He couldn’t even focus enough to heard you both holding the most mundane conversation ever about some shop that opened up over on Moore’s. He steeped in the tea of jealousy, filling his senses to the brim with worry.

The worst part about it was that if you liked Leo, he couldn’t even blame you. Leo was like water, while Raph was stone. Raph stood still, he could be bossy at times, while Leo was a spunky little river that would keep you on your toes. Leo was never boring, and he could keep a smile on your face for as long as the day lasted..

But he didn’t want any of that to be true. None of it.

The conversation was stopped by a meek voice asking for your time, attention shifting from Brother Blue to your beloved, clad in what became your favorite color in these past few months.

“ Y/N, can we talk? ”

Ignoring Leo’s nudge and teasing “ ooooooohs ”, you nodded with a smile, following Raph with a pep in your step.

“ Of course, dear. ”

That lead to the silence you currently shared—with him leaning against the wall of his room, gaze fixated on some smudges on the floor. That should be cleaned up, he thought, trying to not think of how you were sat on his bed, awaiting whatever it was he needed off his chest.

“ Raph? ”

You were the first to talk, already well acquainted with your love’s tiptoeing when it came to any sort of conversation that might be unsavory. You watched as he twisted his expression, tightening his lips—whatever it was, it was bothering him profusely, and you couldn’t help the pang gripping your heart..

“ Raph…? ”

Again, your voice seemed weaker this time. That was what gave him the drive to speak, he couldn’t handle leaving you in such a state, he needed to know if these worries of his were dumb!

“ Do you like Leo? ”

“ What. ”

Your response was so fast and curt, the product of being completely taken off guard with a left hook. There were plenty of other ideas you had for the direction of this conversation, such as having beaten his leftovers last week or how you have his favorite hoodie in your laundry basket right now. Maybe even the secret trips to Donnie’s, who was currently helping you get together a gift for Raph’s birthday next month. A particularly low worry even fretted that this might be a conversation about your relationship and how it should end.

But, instead it’s about Leo? What an easy question to answer!

“ Sorry, I didn’t mean that, I mean to say no. ”

Raph’s shoulders loosened and a breath of relief slipped out of him—when had he even started holding his breath?? Never mind that. You snorted at the absurd thought of liking Leo of all people.

“ Why would I like Leo? Raph, c’mere. ”

You held your hands out, and the way his hands fell into yours spelled out a desperation to be close to you. With a gentle tug, he climbed onto his bed, and you melted into his chest. A storm was brewing in his chest, his heart thundering nervously.

“ Ya just, Raph don’t know, something—he, just… Raph was worried, s’all. Afraid ya preferred him over a… ”

While he was searching for whatever word to insult himself with, you captured his attention with a gentle peck on the lips. Your fingers gently held his chin, turning his focus to lay fully on you.

“ Over a charming, handsome hero? ”

There was that adorable smile, peppering his lips as a light laugh erupted from his chest.

“ You think I’d prefer Leo, who is a risky little ticking time bomb, over my knight in shining armor? ”

He whispered a rebuttal, something along the lines of “ he really is, huh? ”

“ Oh Raph-a-doodle, never could I want anyone other than you. ”

Leaning up, you pressed your forehead against his and gazed into his eyes. They searched yours for a hint of deceit, for anything to latch onto and spiral about, but all he found was warmth.

Thus, the jealousy flame died out, and he plummeted backwards against his bed, dragging you down with him. He gave a heavy exhale as you giggled atop his plastron, scolding him for being so silly.

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Donnie 💌

The green of jealousy was a hue you never expected to be painted across the purple canvas you called your boyfriend, but surely there is a chance for any reality to blossom true, right?

Jealousy had sewn seeds far before either of you could catch on, oblivious to the roots which spiraled and narrowed vision to see only one option as opposed to the myriad of other reasonings. You had poured love into your dearest Donnie, so much so that you couldn’t even fathom any room for jealousy. How could he ever be jealous? Surely he knows full and well just how you look at him? Obviously he knows just how only he can pluck the strings of your heart, strumming love with each touch, in a way unlike any other.

Why, if you were Excalibur, then he was your King Arthur.

So, yeah, may the gods above forgive you for not considering a jealous Donnie as a reality to worry about—though, is it really too worrying? Your boyfriend being jealous? Kind of interesting, doesn’t it just trip up your heart into a flurry of skips?

No? Just me?

Anyways, you had missed entirely the shifting of his gaze when Mikey would enter the room. The low growl, the holding of his breath, none of it had appeared in your mind as you laughed along with whatever silly antics the youngest brother would get up to. Sometimes you would even entertain him! I mean, he is your boyfriend’s little brother, so it’s only right that you laugh at his jokes, get along with him, and all that good stuff.

But, jealousy was the type to hold someone still, to draw their gaze upon one stiff perspective and allow no other reasoning. For a man of science, even he was not above the laws of insecurity in relationships, so when he saw how bouncy his brother was around you, never did he contemplate the obvious. Nary a thought shall he consider that it was simply his brother getting along with his brother’s girlfriend, nor did he consider maybe you were being nice. No, the sour, bitter green dipped his head in the nastiness of jealousy, and all he could consider in this moment was that you must have liked his brother more.

Or maybe, his brother liked you and intended to steal you away? Why else would you laugh so heartily at whatever nonsense his brother spouted? Whatever reason was there for the times he would find you in the kitchen, fixing up dinner alongside Mikey? What else could explain you returning home with topside art supplies and personalized tips to his youngest brother?

Obviously the jealous mind of Donatello Hamato was going to omit one important factor: you did this with all his brothers. If they told a good joke, you would laugh. If Mikey made dinner, you were guaranteed to be in the kitchen helping by fixing you and Donnie’s plates to your liking. If there was something on the surface any of the brothers needed, you would totally put it on your errand run, delivering it during your next visit.

But, jealousy cares not for easy explanations. It craves the most dramatic interpretations, and in this case?

The juiciest interpretation was that Mikey had set his eyes on you, Donnie’s prized lover, and you had fallen for him hook, line, and sinker.

No, no, no, Donnie says, not on his watch would he let you be swept off your feet by anyone else.

“ Y/N. ”

Donnie leaned forward, fingers firmly locking with yours and giving an urgent tug. There was a thickness layered in his eyes that left Mikey shrinking away, confused as to what he could’ve done wrong.

“ Let’s go,”

Straightening up, he couldn’t help the grin widening on his face in a “ I’ve won ” type of manner. You simply waved to his brother.

“ You haven’t forgotten why you’re here, have you? ”

The look in his eyes caused your heart to skip, unprepared for such a heavy gaze that you hadn’t yet experienced. A nervous smile rose on your expression as you looked anywhere but the face giving you a look that would serve to make you fall even harder.

“ Of course not, Dee. ”

Donnie noted your refusal to eye contact, and instead of assuming it was one of your usual bashful moments caused by yours truly, his thoughts were plagued with theories of Mikey somehow worming his way into the heart Donnie swore was his.

“ Right. ”

He muttered in a curt fashion, leading you both to his lab.

The uncomfortable awkwardness blanketing the atmosphere had not gone unnoticed as you followed him, thumb stroking loving little hearts upon the upside of his palm. Usually he would meet this with a firm squeeze, but you could recognize when your genius had his mind up in the clouds. He wasn’t even paying attention to you, was he?! And to think you came all this way to entertain his experiments, hoping to get a kiss or two, only to be met with unnecessary coldness?

What the heck, man?

“ Prepare to behold the wondrous creations of the genius, Donatello. ”

Whatever stink he had been brewing in just seconds prior had evaporated as he unveiled his newest creation: an air-fryer that could quite literally create anything from thin air.

You tried to ignore the distant shout of the youngest brother, something along the lines of “ Hey! Where’s the air-fryer?! ”

Donnie had not ignored it, nor had he dismissed the stifled laughter from you that he surely knew the cause of. His hands clenched, wrapping into crossed arms as he leaned his weight into the table.

“ Annoyed sigh. ”

While rolling his eyes, he muttered an annotation to the peeved groan slipping his lips. There it was again, you noted with a narrowed gaze, that odd discontentment he’d been soaking in this night.

“ Alright, spill it. ”

You mirrored his lean, relying on one of the structural pillars in his lab to hold your weight. Your fingers thumped impatiently against your bicep as your eyes soaked in Donnie’s body language. He seemed to stiffen, either nervously or defensively, you didn’t know.

“ Spill what? ”

He spoke with such an accusatory tone that you were almost ticked off. You held your tongue, hoping to keep this civil and not devolving into mindless argument.

“ Spill wh—?! ”

Sputtering, your hands gestured wildly before quite literally framing him. He knew what you meant, he wasn’t dumb!

“ Whatever is making you so, so—so THIS! ”

His brow raised, and he almost seemed insulted as you threw your hands up with a frustrated growl.

“ Why are you so upset with me right now? What did I do? ”

That seemed to do the charm of dragging out what you’ve been looking for, the explanation, as he straightened his posture and pushed off the table.

“ Oh save me the innocent act, Y/N,”

Confusion painted your face, and for a moment he physically faltered, unsure to continue after such a clear display of hurt across your pretty face. After a second, his mouth tugged into a frown, shaking off the hesitation to continue his claim,

“ I know you like Mikey, so just do us both a favor and go scurry along after him. ”

Donnie waved his hand off, pointing to the door. Whatever look you had on your face at that moment must have embodied just how deeply the pain in your heart crawled, right on down to your very core, because he seemed to balk at his own words. A bit of regret wrapped around him as he muttered something too low for you to hear.

Tightening your lips, you straightened this time and took a few steps to close the gap between you and him.

“ You will not talk to me like that, and what’s this about me liking Mikey? Your little brother? ME? You think I like him?! ”

There was no way, right? He couldn’t be serious? You, liking Mi—he might as well have been your brother too! You could never like him over Donnie?! What an outrageous claim, you thought, standing your ground in front of Donnie. This could have been avoided if he had just not been such, such a…

“ Obviously! Why else would you be bringing him gifts and helping him out in the kitchen? ”

You opened your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted as he continued with an accusatory finger pointing no where specific.

“ And I’ll have you know that I have read about ‘Cooking together’ and I know how much of an intimate bonding experience it is! ”

The childish stomp he gave, throwing his fists against his sides stiffly, served to diminish almost all the frustration bubbling up. You snorted at the sight, causing him to loosen up, confusedly tripping over his words to sputter out a “ Wh-What, what is this, what’s so funny? ”

“ … You’re a riot, Dee. ”

Wiping away the tiny tears pricking from such a hearty laugh, your eyes met his with less of anger and more of the warmth he was far too familiar of.

“ Since apparently I’m the only one of us with some sense, I’ll have YOU know that I do that for all of y’all! ”

Sheepishly, he seemed to curl into himself as you poked your index finger right into his plastron to emphasize the “ you ”.

“ I bring you gifts all the time—April, Raph, Leo, hell, even Splinter, too! ”

Jealousy was starting to burn away, leaving behind the bashful shame as he started to finally contemplate the more reasonable explanations for your behavior. Silently he condemned himself for starting up this whole dumb debacle with such a blatant disregard to the facts.

“ And of COURSE I help Mikey with cooking. You have a specific palette that he doesn’t always remember fully, so it’s up to me to make sure you get a fulfilling meal you’ll actually eat, dummy! ”

Ah, now that was the part that did him in, something he didn’t even know. Just as you were going to continue, he stepped closer.

“ Wait, you do? ”

“ I do—do what? I said a lot of things, Donnie, be specific. ”

Derailed, you stumbled over your claims, lost suddenly at which point he had cling to.

“ I thought Michael was just inconsistent in his preparation of my dishes, but since you say that, I do recall my meals being much better when you were around. ”

His hands had found their way upon your shoulders as he spoke, gaze flitting all across the lab as he collected his thoughts.

“ I had suspected meals were just better when you were around because, well.. ”

You softened as his gaze fell onto you.

“ Because you were there.. ”

Silence fell upon you both, except more comfortably this time. He exhaled deeply, marked with his trademark “ relieved sigh ” then smiled at you.

“ Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to drag you into such a ridiculous argument. I was just… ”

“ You were just… Jealous? ”

Your teasing gaze was searing through him, so much so he shut his eyes tightly and groaned annoyedly.

“ As much as I would wish to not admit it, yes. I may have been experiencing,”

He waved his hand in the air, as if collecting his words.

“ Jealousy, towards your interactions with Miguel.. ”

Donnie was relieved as you laughed away all his worries, leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips. The moment lingered for a few, as if desperately needed to mend this situation, stopping only when you pulled away.

“ Alright, you’re forgiven… For now—BUT! Next time just talk to me, dummy, you got me all riled up for no reason. ”

With that, you gave a playful shove that had him gasping as though he were insulted, and quick to rush to his experiment’s side with more questions than he could keep up with.

Not like he hated an attentive and questioning audience, though. Much appreciated.

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PLEASANT COMPLIANCE - JAYVIK X READER

Inspired by @newgipestel and their amazing ideas for a PT2, thank them as well for this masterpiece

synopsis: things have changed between you three. Cole is long gone, but the three of you have been separated against your will. Jayce with the council, you with sponsors, and Viktor with Heimerdinger or working solo in the lab. So when the three of you have a weekend to yourselves, you take it. Your apartment is yours only now, and you’ve missed your boys desperately.

warnings: this is smut y’all, pre-established relationship, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, praise, dom!viktor, switch!jayce, sex toys, dp, unsafe sex, breeding kink, creampie, squirting, oral sex (f receiving), y’all this is filthy LMAO, grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f

p.s. y’all this was a blast to write, I know y’all loved PT1 so I hope PT2 tickles your fancy as well. Oh to be the meat in the Jayvik sandwich 😩

PART 1

Waking up naked on the ruined lab couch was not part of your plans, but who are you to complain? You finally broke up with your shitty boyfriend Cole, got your back blown out by the two men you've had a crush on since forever, and they reciprocate those feelings.

Unfortunately, y'all have a gala to return back to. You've been gone for almost an hour now and people are going to wonder where you've been. Good thing you have some spare makeup lying around in the lab.

The three of you don't have the healthiest sleep schedule, so quite often one, two, or all three of you sleep in the lab at some point. Having backup makeup, a small bottle of perfume, and spare clothes lying around make life much easier. Your two boys are slowly redressing as you make your way to a simple mirror hanging on the wall.

You're a mess.

Your hair's a mess, your makeup is almost all gone, and a few hickey's grace your neck. You scan your body and find hand-shaped bruises on your hips. That's going to hurt in the morning, but it'll be worth it.

Reapplying your makeup and fixing your hair to the best of your ability, you put your dress back on. A cold hand touches your lower back as the zipper slides up effortlessly, it's Viktor.

"It's quite a shame to see those lovely marks disappear." His tone is dark as the words smoothly leave his lips in a quiet purr. You bit the inside of your cheek and look at him over your shoulder, "You can see them again later."

"Promise?" Jayce asks, his tone light and full of teasing. You roll your eyes fondly at the broad man, "Promise."

The three of you exit the lab and head back to the gala, back to the snake pit to get what you need. You need money. You need sponsers.

So that's what you're going to get.

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The next morning was hectic. Frantically running around your empty apartment to get ready for the day.

Back to your usual outfits yet you look better than over. Having the toxic ex out of your life has made you glow (getting your back blown out last night obviously doesn't have anything to do with it) you can't help but smile at your reflection in the mirror. Its been a while since you've seen her, and you're happy to see her again.

Unfortunately, you won't be able to see your boys for a while. You have a multitude of meetings to attend as you got many sponsors last night after your lab time with your lovers.

Hopefully everything goes to plan.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

It does not go to plan. You thought that even with all of your meetings, you'd still be able to see your boys.

You haven't.

You try. Damn do you try. You go to the lab as often as you can. Teasing looks, lingering touches, long kisses, until something pops up.

Another meeting.

Another council gathering.

More work from Heimerdinger.

Prototypes that need to be made.

Equations and runes to explore.

Work.

Work.

And even more work.

All three of you can feel the tension rising. You feel overly hot around them. Your thighs tensing together, your bottom lip bit to inflammation, your eyes wandering to places they shouldn't in polite society.

Viktor and Jayce are just the exact same way.

So when the three of you have a free weekend together, you snatch it up as fast as you possibly can.

Fuck everyone else, you three need to fuck each other, now.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Getting to your apartment felt like the blink of an eye. Before you knew it you were getting pushed into your apartment as Jayce kissed you desperately, Viktor casual walks in after you two and shuts the door; locking it behind him.

Jayce groans pathetically into your mouth as you ruck his shift up and rip it apart. Buttons flying everywhere, Jayce gasps in shock as you leave his mouth to kiss down his throat, biting and nipping along your path to get to his chest.

His big eyes are watery and his face is flushed. He looks even prettier debauched as he does in his day-to-day life.

“Stop.” Viktor demands, his voice monotone and sharp. Jayce whines as you pull away, your lips puffy and pouty.

Viktor walks up to you and runs a hand down your back before cupping your waist in a bruising grip, over the pre-existing bruises from the previous night. You hiss lightly at the pleasurable pain and Viktor just smirks, “Good girl. Now, shall you lead us to your room?”

You can't help but nod excitedly, and lead them down the small hallway to your large bedroom. They can't help but admire the decor. It's all… you. The one thing they can't ignore is how large your bed is. It’s too big for one person.

But perfect for three.

Before you realize what's going on, Viktor pushes Jayce into the bed. The larger man bounces a bit as a bewildered smile overtakes his face, “Would you like for her to sit on your face Jayce? You've been pining and whining over this tidbit for the last week. So desperate, so needy.”

Jayce nods rapidly and you just giggle, taking your pants and underwear off leaving your bra and blouse on. You get onto the bed, put your legs on each side of Jayce's head and hover a bit, not wanting to squish him.

You don't get a choice as Jayce grips your hips and forces you down, his mouth immediately suckling onto your clit as his beard rubs deliciously against your thighs. God, everything’s been so busy that Jayce hasn't had the time to groom himself like he usually does. Neither you or Viktor are complaining, his longer hair and beard make him even more attractive.

The whiny moans that escape you make you want to hide your face but Viktor doesn't let you, kissing you passionately as he lecherously fondles your tits over your bra. Eventually, he shucks your top off and takes your bra off with one hand. You're completely nude as your two boys devour you.

Your orgasm slowly creeps up and before you know it stars overtake your vision as you gasp out your lover's names. Viktor looks pleased, Jayce looks pussy drunk.

You're just out of breath.

You slowly get off Jayce and lie down on your plush bed, Viktor ever the ambitious one, takes his own top and vest off and joins you on the bed, pinning you down as he recolours the faded marks on your neck and chest.

“You did say I'd get to see them later.” He teases, his eyes glittery as he looks at you, a coy smirk on his pink lips.

“That I did.”

He redoes the marks from a week ago and adds a few more, just cause. What a possessive man.

“Jayce,” Viktor starts, his tone demanding but kind, “See if she has any lube. It's been a while, and I don't want her to be in any unnecessary pain.”

Jayce just nods and goes to your bedside drawer, you're too invested in Viktors plush lips to notice whats going on.

A small gasp is heard as Jayce looks over his shoulder to stare at you two, then before you can ask whats wrong, Jayce takes the drawer out of its spot and dumps the contents out onto the bed.

Lube, vibrators, dildos, a flogger, handcuffs, silk ties, butt plugs, toys galore.

Jayce looks shocked, Viktor looks intrigued.

You want to die.

“Oh? What's this?” Viktor asks, his voice full of sweet teasing. He picks up a multitude of toys, looking at them like puzzles he needs to solve. Jayce looks curious too.

“Well—” you start, sitting up onto your elbows as Viktor straddles you, “You know how… unhappy I was with Cole.”

Jayce and Viktor grumble and grimace at the mans name. Yes, they know.

“It extended into the bedroom.” Viktor plainly states, you nod and Jayce scoffs.

“Of course it did. Man was too insecure about us being friends to even properly please you.”

“What a shame. Sucks to be him.”

“Guys!”

Viktor and Jayce just snicker as you fail to look angry at them. Damn them. They're too loveable to stay mad at. Especially since now, they both look so excited at the prospect of using your toys, particularly Jayce. You swear you can envision puppy ears perking up and a tail wagging vigorously.

“So… this changes our plans.” Viktor casually states as he continues to look at your toys, Jayce smirks, and you just feel confused flusteredness, “What do you mean?”

“Well… now we have more options, don't we? One you were going to keep hidden from us.” Viktor’s causal tone gets darker, sensual. You can't help but feel your face heat up.

Jayce adds in, “How naughty! What're you thinking Vik?”

“I’m thinking doing something we haven't done yet.” He teases as he holds up your jewelled buttplug. The jewel looks strikingly similar to a hexgem. Viktor's smirk widens at that realization.

Your eyes widen. Oh… Oh. He wants…

Before you can finish your thought, Jayce excitedly adds, “At once or at the same time?”

“Same time.”

You choke, lightly pounding your chest, “Can we all get on the same page? Same hole or… separate?” Jayce and Viktor look at one another and chuckle.

“Separate. For now, Don’t want to overwhelm you. It's been a while since we've had sex. Jayce, which hole would you like?”

“… Anal.”

“Oooh look at you Golden Boy. Kinkier than we thought. Wanna prep her?”

“Uh, hell yeah! Viktor lay down, babe get on top of him.” Viktor quirks a brow at the demand but follow's through, as do you. You help Viktor out of his bottoms and appreciate how hung he is. Honestly it's a bit intimidating, if you haven't gotten accustomed to his size you'd be a bit scared. Luckily for you, Jayce prepped you quite well his his mouth and fingers.

You slowly sink down onto Viktor's cock and hiss lightly, the stretch delicious but a bit painful with a dull sting. Viktor groans as his head tilts back. Jayce whines watching you two. He goes for your bottle of lube and pops the cap open, the snap of the bottle is almost deafening in the room.

Jayce warms the lube up in his hand and circles his finger around your rim. You whine a bit at the unfamiliar feeling, Viktor shushes you and kisses your temple, reaching down with a free hand to rub your clit.

Simultaneously Jayce inserts one finger. You whine louder and Viktor rubs your clit a bit faster, Jayce slowly pumps his finger in your ass. The feeling is a bit strange, but you're enjoying it.

This continues on a bit before Jayce adds more lube to his hand and adds a second finger, eventually he adds a third. You're panting at how overwhelmed your body is. All you can feel in immeasurable amounts of pleasure. Jayce then adds his cock into the equation, he slowly pushes in and Viktor rubs your clit harshly. You feel Jayce's happy-trail against you ass as he fully sheaths, and you cum.

The feeling of being stuffed, Viktor and Jayce praising you, the vigorous rubbing of your clit. You were done for.

Jayce whines, "Fuck. It's so tight. Vik, I can feel your cock against mine."

A chuckle is all you hear before a sharp thrust jolts against your hips. A precise hit to your g-spot makes you and Jayce moan loudly. Slowly the two men pick up their pace, Viktor's inside your pussy, then Jayce is inside your ass. You're never not stuffed.

Your just trapped in for the ride, panting heavily as your eyes roll to the back of your head. All you can hear are your boys' praising and degrading you at the same time.

"You're doing so good for us darling, so tight, so lovely. So perfect."

"Fuck babe, this is amazing."

"But look at how slutty you are? All these toys, these fantasies that you were going to hide from us. Turns out you aren't a good girl, you're a slut. A whore."

"Our personal slut though, Vik."

"Of course Jayce, of course."

The two men kiss as you're squished in between them. A guttural moan escapes your chest, loud and desperate, and you cum for a third time. You jolt and shake as you squirt over Viktor's cock, small splashes hitting his happy trail and lean stomach. Viktor groans against Jayce's lips as he harshly thrusts his hips into yours, getting balls deep before cumming inside you. God he's cum so much you can feel a small line escaping you and rolling down Viktor's cock onto the bed.

Jayce whines loudly and pulls away from Viktor, gripping your hips harshly as he pounds into your ass. Your moans become more and more whiny as the pitch of your voice gets higher and higher. Eventually Jayce groans deeply and cums inside your ass. He grinds his hips deeply into yours as he drags out his orgasm.

He pulls out slowly, gripping your ass as he pulls your cheeks apart. He appreciates the state he and Viktor left you in. You've flopped down onto Viktor's chest, face down ass up. You're panting as you sloppily kiss Viktor's neck and chest. Leaving more hickeys into the beautiful freckled skin.

You gasp when you feel a bit of a cold feeling enter your ass, keeping you full. You look over your shoulder and all you see in Jayce smirking at you.

"Not gonna let all my hard work go to waste, especially when Vik hasn't had the chance to feel your ass yet."

You laugh in shock.

These two men are going to kill you.

(Thank god you broke up with Cole.)

I VOLUNTER! I VOLUNTEER! *GASP*!WHO SAID THAT?! IT DEFINITELY WASN’T ME 🫣😩😏 hope y'all enjoy this PT2 xoxo ❤️

[peachie-bumblebee]

Hiii your nsfw headcanons for FNAF SB was INTENSE. IT WAS SOMETHING I WASNT READY FOR LMAO

So i was wondering can you do nsfw headcanons for Sun/Moon too?

HOLY SHIT! My first ask on this account- I LOVE receiving asks on anything and everything- from comments to requests! As for your ask- of course love <3

NSFW SUN/MOON HEADCANONS

MINORS DNI

did i kinda snap with this one?? y’all let me know :))

CW: OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, SOMNOPHILIA, MILD EXHIBITIONISM, CHOKING

SUN

FUCKING BRACE YOURSELF!

oh no. oh nonononono. if he’s set his eyes on you you’re kind of in trouble because he-

he fucks like a rabbit. he’s the type to practically crawl on top of his partner and beg to fuck them.

as for his sex style? fast. i don’t think he knows how to take it slow.

he will rut his partner into the goddamn floor, breathing heavy and endless thank-you’s spilling out of his mouth

he’s absolutely insane over it. he’d be drooling if he could.

he’s the type who can’t keep his hands off his partner. if you came to visit him and y’all were alone he’s immediately snaking his hands down your hips and pressing his erection into your ass.

he can’t give head cuz he doesn’t have a tONGUE but you best believe that if he could he’d be down like a damn dog about it.

i’m thinking about them long ass fingers YEOOOUCH

if his partner worked overnight at the pizzaplex and needed to take a shower his spidey senses would fucking go off

you’d turn around and his fingers would be curled around the door opening like

“Can I come in? Please say yes. I’ll leave you alone if you want but please please if you’re okay please let me in please. Please.”

he can’t help himself. Pussy/Bussy drunk ass motherfucker.

FASCINATED by fingering his partners. He loves watching them slide in and out with a PASSION. If they left a mess on them he’d nearly die and go to heaven. I swear to god.

let’s be so fucking fr I know for a fact he’d like to be called a Good boy. It’d kill him.

worships the ground you walk on. Fucks like he’s trying to win the gold medal of making you feel good. Please tell him you did.

he can go forever. He doesn’t seem to get satisfied at all. If it was up to him he’d fuck until he straight up absolutely had to get charged.

literally he’ll fuck until his partner either taps out or (consensually ofc)

YEAH HE WHIMPERS. WHAT ABOUT IT.

call him out on it and it gets worse. he’ll tell you that he can’t help it- he can’t.

it’s a orange to yellow gradient with a flushed pink-orange tip. long and skinny. i was solid on this before and i’m solid on it now.

for those who are wondering NO i don’t think any of the animatronics have metal genitalia. think dildo/fleshlight material that gets warm.

he definitely jerks off into some of your clothes if you left them there for him. if you caught him he would be embarrassed but ALSO- if you want him to keep going he’s willing.

more than willing, even.

MOON

ALSO BRACE YOURSELF.

if sun fucks like a rabid animal who can’t keep his mouth shut, moon fucks hard and mostly silently. it’s almost spooky.

he likes to watch. he likes to observe.

he’d fuck his partner from behind with a hand over their mouth, hard and medium paced. but fuck it’s hard.

silently watching his partner’s eyes roll back, hissing through his teeth at the feeling of them clenching down- only one or two words ever coming out.

“Slut.”

“Good.”

you get the picture.

WITH prior consent (everything, and I mean EVERYTHING I write includes consent) he’d watch you sleep.

and jerk off over your sleeping body.

he won’t leave a mess, don’t worry.

…unless you’d like that.

if he knew you wanted it, he’d push a finger slowly in while you slept and work it in and out, careful to keep you slumbering

if you woke up, he’d hush you and tell you to go back to sleep.

he won’t stop though.

both of them are jealous creatures. but moon especially so. if something makes him jealous then it’s absolute brutal thrusts down into his partner with their legs up around his shoulder. maybe choking them out.

don’t worry though. he knows his strength.

he’s 100% the type to silently overstimulate his partner. you could be begging and sobbing and covered in your own fluids and he wouldn’t stop unless you safeworded.

dick is pale blue to white gradient with a pink flushed tip

he doesn’t even make much of a sound when he cums. he just hisses through his teeth.

ooooh if he feels like you like sun more? oh no. oh no you’re done for. he’s gonna prove why he’s the best. it’s gonna be a problem.

a problem you enjoy but STILL

remember: he’s always watching.

always.

I HOPE YALL ENJOYED! please comment, reblog w comments, and request!!! it really motivates me <3

[thefirstforgottenpages]

Just Another Win

I’d like to call it my victory lap

Authors note: Y’all really ate the first one tf up soooo… (me acting like I didn’t read every Rhea ripley x reader on tumblr)

Also Rhea with long hair makes me wanna crawl to Australia 

Warnings: smut, hurt comfort, fluff, wrestler!reader, (twisted/noncannon storyline) Nia Jax, Rhea being stubborn, mommy/mami kink, oral, strap on (reader receiving), praise, choking, manhandling… that’s about it (not proofread, I’ll go back and fix it later lmao)

You were livid, you were positively fuming. You watched in gut twisting fear as Nia Jax went off script again and started to beat the ever loving shit out of your girlfriend Rhea. You knew that Rhea was in actual pain when her signature smirk wiped off her face as she got slammed onto her back again and again. You glance around, frantically making eye contact with a few of your friends that were sitting in front row with you. The mirrored horror and confusion that was on their face’s confirmed to you your very worst nightmare. None of this was planned. 

Nia just wanted to win. And she was going to do anything she could to secure that. What made it worse was when the mic and camera would pick up Rhea’s tortured facial expressions and pained groans. You were sick to your stomach as Jax slammed her onto the monitor covered desk, the ragged gasp that Rhea let out caused you to swiftly turn your head away from the match, scrunching your nose in apprehension. 

Nia’s plan failed in the end. You cheered every time Rhea kicked out of a pin, and when she won, you didn’t care that you broke character, When camera’s weren’t focusing on you, you blew Rhea a kiss, your smile growing wider as her eyes softened while she nodded back at you.

You showed more of your concern later when you both were back at the hotel. “I won didn’t I?” Rhea responds when you ask her if she’s okay. You smile before arching your brow quizzically. “If you say so hon…” you trail off kissing her cheek before wrapping your arms around her. “You worry too much.” Rhea says softer before pulling you in closer to her body. You can tell she’s flattered by the sentiment although when she kisses you quickly on the lips pulling you backwards onto the bed. “I worry too little baby,” you crow, climbing on top of her with ease. Rhea chuckles letting you straddle her, strong hands coming up to grip your waist. As she winces softly, ribs no doubt sore, you frown. “My point exactly.” You say more seriously leaning down to kiss at any skin you can reach.

You know you’ve done your job when you pull away slowly to find Rhea blushing heavily the back of her hand attempting to cover her mouth. You giggle at this scooting closer to her as Rhea’s arm snakes around your torso pulling you snug to her chest. “I love you.” She purrs smoothly, and no matter how many times you hear it, the words still make you beam, blushing as you mumble back “I love you more.” 

“You’re always so good to me.” Rhea whispers and the tone in her voice has you shivering, but nonetheless nuzzling into her to place several lewd and biting kisses to her neck. Rhea bites her lip, a whine falling past them anyways. “Are you up to this?” You say trailing your hands up— and much to Rhea’s delight, they dip under her shirt coming to massage delicate  circles to the sensitive skin of her boobs. “Fuck yes I do darling.” Rhea stutters as you lean your head on her chest, looking up at her knowingly, batting your eyelashes in a way you know she loves. 

She licks her lips as you scoot your body lower rolling up her band t-shirt as you do. “You don’t think I would want to celebrate with my girl?” She smiles, a hypnotic look of lust evident in her eyes as you kiss down her tattooed stomach. You shrug, hiding behind your hair while you pull her shorts and panties down smoothly. “Ah ah none of that my love.” Rhea looks down at you through hooded eyes. You moan softly as her hand wraps in your hair, pulling it away from your face. “Mommy wants to see you tonight sweetheart.” You laugh at her stupefied expression as you begin to suck at her clit. 

“Fuck you taste so good.” Your words are muffled and when Rhea’s thighs shake at your words, you whimper into her pussy. “Y-yeah—Jesus-you’re too-shit-too fuckin’ good to me.” Rhea repeats, her hand grips tighter in your hair and you know you’re eating her out the way she always craves. “Like this mommy?” You hum out before slowly licking down to her gushing heat. The way Rhea’s hips buck into your mouth is answer enough, but the unrestrained moan that she lets out has your own cunt throbbing with need.

Rhea’s eyes roll back when your middle and index finger slip inside her. You giggle quietly loving the reactions you can coax out of the usually stoic woman as you continue to pleasure her to the best of your abilities. And your abilities were good you thought, as Rhea let out a pleasured cry that distinctly had a mix of your name in it. “Fucking hell.” Her words are slurred as she pushes your head closer to her cunt not that you minded. 

You gasp as Rhea begins to grind against your face. A mix of curse words and praises fall from her lips as her hand comes down to grip at the sheets. You can tell she’s going to cum when her thighs start to close around your head. And when Rhea feels you moan her name softly into her she does. You can’t help but to stare, absolutely enraptured with your girlfriend’s pleasured expression.

You crawl back up to her slowly lips quirking up as Rhea swears at your debauched appearance. You were panting softly, pupils blown and darkened, a heavy pink hue painting your cheeks. Rhea groaned as she pulled you in to place a sultry kiss on your swollen lips. You lay partially atop her as she reaches to her bag on the nearby bedside table. Your smile grows absolutely unrestrained as Rhea smirks at you pulling out her purple and black strap. 

You strip as she puts it on, throwing your shirt into the room. Rhea’s longer hair falls into your face as she climbs on top of you. “Have I ever told you how much I like you with long hair?” You mumble as she kisses you once more. “Considering you tell me everyday I would think so love.” Rhea laughs, voice low and raspy.  You cling to Rhea as she rubs the tip of the dildo on your clit loving when you gasp out. “You’re so fucking sexy.” You hiccup as she finally thrusts into you. 

Rhea’s hand finds its place at your throat before she responds “That’s all you sweetheart.” You blush mouth forming an ‘o’ as Rhea quickens the pace of her hips. “Taking this so well darling.” Rhea coos to you whining when the sound of your wet heat reach her ears. Your back arches off the bed as you wrap your arms around her neck. Your voice is pitchy as you mewl out her name, Rhea muffles your cries as she drags her lips across yours yet again. 

“Such a good girl.” Rhea murmurs to you as her head dips to suck at your collarbone. Your moans warble unintelligibly as you clench around the girth of the dildo. “Rhea-I-oh my god!” You can’t even speak a full sentence with how good she’s rutting into you. Rhea knows this responding with a knowing chuckle. “Does that feel good baby?” She purrs to you lowly, hand gripping just a little bit tighter on your neck. 

You nod simply, already fucked completely dumb by her precise thrusts. Another keen slips from your lips as Rhea lifts up your legs, the position making her immediately find the part inside of you that had you writhing beneath her. “Oh there we fucking go.” Rhea sighs as your eyes roll back again. “Right there? Yeah?” She chides. She knows fully well that you couldn’t answer even if you wanted. But as you nod your head vigorously Rhea’s smirk deepens. “Right fucking there.” The gravelly timbre in her voice has you clawing at her back as she continues to pound into you.

“Fuck me…” you trail off in your wreaked state unable to get out more than a few words. “M-mommy please I- Rhea!” The tightened coil of pleasure winds deep in your belly, close to snapping. You’re so very, very close. 

“Don’t stop—don’t stop I’m-‘m gonna cum!” Rhea groans at your state grabbing gently at your face. “I don’t plan on stopping love.” She grins as you shudder. “Go ahead and make a mess sweetheart, mommy’s got you.”  Rhea squeezes again at your throat, and at her lewd words you moan out her name, coming with a hoarse cry. Rhea continues to piston her hips until you’re fucked throughly through your orgasm. As she stills, you pull her body against  yours. 

“All good?” Rhea asks smoothly, her breath hitches however when you press several love bites onto her bare chest. You nod tiredly but nonetheless brighten as Rhea draws nameless shapes into your skin gazing at you lovingly. “My pretty girl.” She whispers wrapped up in the feeling of just being with you. “My stubborn woman.” You coo back just as lovingly but you both laugh knowing how close to the truth it was.

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

Travis bro….. she’s been doing this since she became ‘famous’ (daddy paying for career high time) and you’re the first one have this happen to him? You could do SO much better

Dude literally let his PR BEARDING CONTRACT leak 🤣

this girl just hands pr contracts to all her boyfriends LMAO

all fake

[mydadleft471]

such a niche anon rabbit hole but that damm snake egg hatches and u thought messmer and his snakes were a force to be reckoned with???? ur snake baby never moves from being curled around ur neck and shoulders like a necklace he’s attatched to u that’s your baby that’s the son u have with messmer at this point you have your own snake like he does with them 2

first married couple to have 628262 children (stolen snakes) without having had a baby once. messmer can’t keep up with all these snakes that end up in the shadow keep

Anon I love this lmao. This is such a fun rabbit hole tbh.

Y’all could conquer the Lands Between with your snake children. The rat population is at all all-time low and the ecosystem is shifting drastically.

I love the thought of you having a little baby snake as a necklace. He’s just there, hanging out with mom. Messmer’s serpents might get a bit lonely and suddenly there’s a pile of snakes on your lap all napping together. Happy family type shit. Messmer loves all his snake children equally (he has favorites smh)

[zyonsay]

hi z!!

could you please do a lando request??

the reader is afab and they’re pronouns are they/he and maybe he (the reader) is just having a bad day because, first of all they just woke up in a crappy mood because they’re feeling dysphoric (and i know i get cranky like hell when this happens) and then they see hate comments like purposely misgendering the reader in lando’s comment section!!

and then lando both kinda goes off on twitter about it, while comforting reader just talking about how he’s the best boyfriend/partner

(that’s all i have take it from here😭😭)

btw you’re one of the few writers that i know off that do male!readers

OH and i saw how it said to say if the afab/amab is a big thing, so YES him being a afab is a big deal to the story!!

LOVE YOU POOKIE💗💗

Love you, no matter what LN4

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Dysphoria sucks ass

Warnings: Queerphobia, Slurs: Tr@nny/f@g

Now playing: 'Blonde Chaya sped up' by Amaru & Gringo Bamba

AN: Hey there pookie! Thank you so much for this request!! I also get cranky asf when im dysphoric. ok well admittedly, im always cranky . But anyways! I made some teeny tiny changes and i hope that's alright! Love you!

Fun Fact of the day: My biology teacher is a skinwalker

(i'll rage if there isn't a brit shaped present under the tree by the 24th)

A loud, irritated groan left your figure as you fought with nothing in particular. That was a lie. You fought with yourself right now.

The t shirt clung to your figure because of the cold sweat you woke up in and your hair was an absolute mess. The spot next to you on the bed was empty, you knew that your most loved one was probably on a stream.

Scrambling from the bed you passed the long mirror on the bedroom wall; another irritated huff left you. That feeling of being trapped in the wrong body snaked up your leg and pierced you right in your heart. Maybe a cup of hot tea or coffee will cheer you up.

You passed the office, hearing a loud groan from withing, followed by your boyfriend’s voice, explaining how unfair it was for him to get shot ten seconds after joining the game.

The water boiler hummed loudly as you sat on the barstool by the kitchen island, slumped over like a sad little bag of potatoes. You also felt like one. Yet another groan erupted from the office, making you think of something. Quickly fetching your phone from the pockets of your shorts, you opened Whatsapp and sent Lando a quick text. It was almost comical how you could hear him talk to his audience about you.

“My lovely boyfriend just asked if I wanted some tea!”, he giggled like a giddy child. Brits and their tea. He sent you a text back, telling you he’ll be in the kitchen in a few minutes, he just wanted to wrap the stream up.

Then his eyes landed on a username consisting of various numbers and letters. ‘Ew bro, you still dating that f@g? Thought u moved on lolz’ The blood in his veins froze and he felt the anger boiling in the pit of his stomach. Another one popped up, this time from a different viewer. ‘OMG WAIT is it that Tr@nny he once showed lmao, Lan you can do better smh’ And with that a stream of vile words erupted as the strangers on the other side of the screen began vomiting senseless hate. ‘No fucking way. I bet y’all a million bucks that I’d be a less embarrassing wag lol’

What he had missed in this mess of hate comments was that ‘y/n.02’ had joined the stream and saw the hateful words through teary eyes. You clutched your phone with a desperate grip as you sobbed.

“Y’all need to fucking grow up and accept it. I love my boyfriend.” was all he said before swiftly clicking ‘end stream’ and rushing out of the office. He found you with glistening tears streaming down your face and a red, sniffling nose. Immediately, Lando threw his arms around you, pulling you up from the barstool and into a tight hug. “Don’t listen to them darling”, his voice was sweet and almost as quiet as the breath you let out after that. His T shirt was soaked with your tears, but he couldn’t care less. “I love you so fucking much. And nothing can change that. You’re the best damn thing that happened to me.”, his big, gentle hands rubbed your back and traced patterns over your t shirt.

Lando pulled away and looked you intently in the eyes. He closed the distance between you two and embraced you in a sweet, loving kiss.

“Let’s drink some tea baby.”, Brits and their fucking tea.

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Could you write a smut abt riding Michaels face pls .this blog has made me simp so hard for this man

Lmao y’all call me pathetic but I just wanted to jump right into the meat and potatoes of this story 🥴

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A moan fell from your lips as you rocked your hips against Michael’s tongue. Your eyes scrunched up as you tried to focus on chasing your own high, but also in concentration of keeping your weight up, afraid of harming your tall boyfriend underneath you. The curly haired man had been begging you for what felt like months to indulge him in his dirty little want, and finally, after a shared bottle of wine, you gave him. Now, here you were perched over him, knees on either side of his head, his mouth settled neatly between your thighs as he ate you out. Michael seemed to be enjoying himself, humming in satisfaction at almost every taste he got from your soaked core, his eyes closed blissfully as he swiped his tongue through your folds.

His tongue flicked over your clit, and you had to place your hands on the headboard so you didn’t fall, the sensation making your thighs shake. The man seemed to notice your reaction, and began his assault on your poor bundle of nerves, causing you to begin whining and cursing under your breath. You felt his arms snake under and over your thighs, his hands keeping a tight grip on your legs to keep you in place. “Fuck, Michael, please, ngh.” you managed to get out between moans, your hand moving between your legs to grasp a handful of the raven’s curls. Michael’s eyes opened, and he only stared up at you, drinking in your features and sounds like he had been without water for a year.

His wet muscle left your clit, replaced by a soft kiss as he let his tongue rest for a moment. Pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, he smirked up at you. “Do you still hate it?” Michael asked, pressing more kisses to the inside of your thighs. “I would have loved if you kept going.” you pathetically whimpered out, tugging on his hair, trying to guide his mouth back to your cunt. He moaned at your actions, sighing in bliss after the pain left his scalp. “Easy, love.” he chuckled, patting your thigh softly. Michael’s tongue flicked out once again, swiping through your slit. You shuddered at the action, sighing quietly as his assault to your sex began once again.

It didn’t take long for you to begin feeling that all too familiar knot start to wind up in your stomach. Michael’s tongue was sunk into your hole, his moaning seemingly making it seem like he was enjoying this more than you. His jokes for you to break his neck didn’t seem so much like a joke anymore, in fact, you thought he seemed perfectly content to die doing what you both were doing right now. As the knot began to swell, you grabbed a fistful of his hair again. You began grinding down against his tongue, rocking your hips in tune with the flicking of his wet muscle. Mewls and whimpers spilled from your lips. Your thighs burned deliciously as you chased your orgasm, beginning to sing Michael’s name like a hymn as the build up began.

Your hips were quickly becoming out of rythym, your mouth open slightly as you panted from your exercise. Michael had opted to press his tongue flat against your cunt, his eyes watching you as you pleasured yourself on his tongue, riding his face kind of like you rode his dick. With one more slide against his tongue, you threw your head back, letting out a high pitched moan as the knot snapped, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. Absentmindedly, you rocked against his tongue, riding out your high, eyelashes fluttering gently as the small amount of overstimulation to your clit.

Finally coming to a stop, you gathered up your remaining strength, tiredly maneuvering yourself to straddle his waist and not his face. Michael gave a dopey grin to you, his eyes filled with a lusty haze as he stared at your form. His chin was wet with your fluids, and you blushed in embarrassment at the sight. “Uh… Sorry. Got a little carried away.” you muttered softly, your own smile beginning to cross your face. “Shit, don’t be sorry. That was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever done.” he murmured, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. He pushed against your slowly, a silent que for you to scoot a little bit further down. You would have questioned why if you didn’t feel the familiar poke of his erection against your ass. “But now that you’ve had your fun,” Michael said, abruptly flipping you over so you were splayed out beneath him, “I’m getting my payback.” he laughed darkly, his lips coming to attack yours. Sinking into the kiss, you accepted the fact that you had a long night ahead of you.

[thecoochiefairy]

who’s your favorite side character that you’ve wrote in one of your stories??

𝓐ᥫ᭡ i hope i’m not reading this wrong, but i i’ll just answer the question i think you’re asking. if i am reading wrong then i apologize, clarify cause i’ll answer again. i’m just slow as hell lmao. as far as the fem character goes, i’ll definitely say i’m in between stoney (the snake wrangler) , nozomi (kill bill) seioni (say it/baby blues.) or sonali (ouchies.) i can’t choose! i love my fem characters bad. even if their screen time is minimal. what’s interesting is i had somebody tell me that i write my characters like pisces women and that made me giggle, cause looking back, i absolutely do even if i hate to admit it. (i am a pisces sun, capricorn moon, taurus rising.)

𝓐ᥫ᭡ i think for me, i enjoy writing my characters in ways that i would respond to a lot of situations. they’re sweet, patient, caring—but can also have a bite when it comes to protecting themselves, extremely stubborn, and doesn’t take anyone’s bullshit. i try to play on different personalities with each girl i create if it isn’t a y/n scenario. like nozomi and stoney could be a reflection of one another, they are altruistic to a point that it causes people to take advantage of that niceness they have, but if you back them into a corner, run the opposite direction! i feel like i’m exactly like that. as far as side characters, i would have to say i enjoy ezra from the cinnamon fic, or serena from the snake wrangler/lovesick fic. i tend to have a habit of writing besties for my main character, mainly because i think having that person opposite of them is gonna keep them grounded, or knock some sense into their head. or sometimes they may be the person that helps explain the story underhandedly, or simply just be the comedic relief.

𝓐ᥫ᭡ it’s just a little thing i like to add. some of the ways i structure my fics comes from writing my actual book, new salem, which is far from my fan-fictions. sin is a very complex character with a lot of feelings and emotions similar to the traits i put within my fic girlies, and her best friend (supporting side character) pheme, is a reflection of any of my side characters for sure. (i don’t think y’all are fans of anything outside of anime fics, so i’m sure you haven’t seen it, lol! however it’s linked right next to my fic navigation. no shade, just honesty.) link.

𝓐ᥫ᭡ but reading that might give you an idea or perception of how i write and why it’s so important for me to give y’all plot, backstory, character, personality, development, even if it’s a simple short story. it all feels like a new universe opening, so i’m gonna give you a movie, even if it’s suppose to be a short film, yk? sorry, that was a ramble. i’m curious to know your/y’alls favorite, though! leave a note, or even something in the camgirl inbox. :)

[ulabewriting]

Liz Foreman-McGuire.

she/her.

TW : mention of alcohol, bad relationship with parents.

– French-African, adopted in Toulouse. – Aquarius. – Autistic. (diagnosed at 18.) – Activist, head of a well-known organization helping minorities in need of support and representation in sticky situations. (+ is a popular, anonymous music producer ;] )

dorky - socially awkward, most gentle soul ever.

has facial piercings : septum, angel bites, snake bites, and smiley.

has a lot of tattoos : both her arms are pretty much covered, a few on her thighs and calves, an incubus tattoo on her womb and the line « wearing my heart like a crown » on her spine. 

her piercings kind of clash with her innocent-looking face.

smartest person you’ll ever meet, though she’ll keep her big brain as lowkey as possible… she’s a humble little bean<3

melts on the spot if you take her on a museum date.

5’5 brunette. 😩

slim thick lady. thick thighs save lives y’all<3

can read her siblings like open books… it’s terrifying, sometimes.

tends to view humans as robots and analyzes their brains like science experiments… but it comes from a good intention, i swear-

knows every damn book ever written.

likes picnics… a lot.

speaks like 6 languages (learned when she wasn’t part of the family yet.)

a humanist for sure.

softest, calmest person ever. no temper problems.

will loose her shit if someone’s rights are being screwed, though.

you do not want to see this lady mad. you really don’t.

won’t ever raise her voice but uses just the right words to enter people's brain… and do whatever she wants with it. try her.

bad relationship with her parents. The first Foreman-McGuire kid to openly disagree with her parents and do things her own way. They pretty much disowned her.

“i needed them to hate me to love myself.” spent the first years of her life in the family doing her best to please her parents, but she knew– she could feel it had a price : going against herself. As she got older and started doing things her way, truly expressing herself and what she wants; her parents turned away from her. But she could feel it… finally, she was free. living for herself. Finally, she likes who she is.

sort of has the vibe of a cliché mysterious, captivating love interest from a wattpad story lmao.

definitely has written songs about you… she has like a whole little notebook dedicated to these precious texts<3

the most sporty (after Dominic and Oliver, of course, these two are just absolutely crazy–)

bojack horseman is her comfort show.

loves to play chess. She wins every. time.

a romantic soul - in love with love !

can seem cold because she keeps to herself, but her face instantly lights up with a big smile when you approach her; truly the sweetest.

needs to always have noises in her ears and something in her hands because she gets understimulated easily – lady. needs. stimulation. ALWAYS.

genuinely thinks she doesn’t deserve you. (or anybody else. or anything else.)

very curious – that’s why she knows a lot about a lot of things. Like, one of her siblings(probably Skyh tbh) says « why are lollipops called lollipops »; everybody is like « oh my god skyh, stfu » and Liz is in the back, rubbing her chin like « wait a minute… why are they called lollipops ? »

« Did you know humans can fit approximately two raccoons up their anu–»

mindlessly bites on her lip piercings when she’s thinking.

looks like a completely different person when her tattoos are exposed.

considerate and attentive.

still learning how to be kind and patient with herself.

gentle with absolutely everything. People, objects, your heart ;) everything.

can’t walk in stiletto heels. She tried twice and twisted her ankle each time. (Celestia was laughing like a hyena in the back.)

dresses like a vampire living in a goth castle.

becomes a blushing mess when you say her name, no matter the context. She loves calling you by your name too; she finds it very intimate, somehow.

nicknames she might use : love, darling and dear.

can hold her liquor like a champion! An absolute sucker for red wine. (don’t make the mistake of getting caught between Liz, Dominic and a bottle of whiskey. these women are INSANE.)

is super awkward when receiving compliments and gifts.

not the type to get jealous but, can be a bit possessive.

« I trust you so I won’t make a fuss. I have no issue with that, after all; what’s mine is mine and we both know you are. » :)

pretty much only wears black, gray and red but her favorite color is green.

likes to kiss your palm and wrists.

has a very strong sense of justice.

sees things she can’t do as challenges…. just give her a few weeks. just what she needs to learn every single thing about this topic, make it her new hyperfixation and become a pro at it.

« I’m just a tiny star and you’re a whole galaxy. I still don’t get what you see in me, but… I’d give the entire universe for you, my dear. »

[sweet-decay]

okay so I have to throw my Only Friends thoughts/reactions into the void cause uhhhhh

Mew? literally so in love with his character already🙏🏻 he’s doing his best to play it smart and we know when the time comes we are all going to be hurt right along with him rip

Mike? baby noooo we know the pain is coming hard for you soon too💀 Mark is killing it in this role

Ton? idk mans is just be the slippery lil snake he is lmao

The girlies🥰🩷💕💘✨

Force your goddamn arms broooooo thank u for the blessing😮‍💨👌🏻

RAY & SAND??? stealing the show let’s be fucking real here. I’m def getting a soft spot for Ray and I love that he is just so upfront??? And obv that seems partially due to “I have money so I get what I want” but regardless lmao he is just like “hey am I hot? Interested in me?” and like okay bitch get it👀 also the fluffy black jacket??? sending me. the whole fit was 10/10 also Khao has easily slid up the scale of top fav actors like his expression/mannerisms and just everything is always amazing and pretty much he just wraps me up in any character he plays. First is also moving up there🙏🏻

ALSO the smoke kiss???, bitchhhh👀 like are y’all for real? so good

also also really love the like one-on-ones and I was pretty much laughing and smiling most of this ep

Next week???? The car??? The rain??? Ton & Top??? Rippppppppp and we getting some more look so not Ray having eyes for Mew?👀 I’m not ready to wait another week omg

[luaspersona]

fun fact: i read this fic early february, but was unable to review it due to my life turning upside down. now that i survived, i’m reviewing it at a completely different moment (jesus, how many things happened for bangtan in a month??) with jimin being ambassador for tiffany so… yeah, feels pretty realistic to me lol. 

ok, now let’s get into this masterpiece 👏🏽

ash, i think this is my first time reviewing something of yours? i’m not sure because my memory is terrible, but if it is OMG I’M SUCH A FOOL because you’re so fucking talented and funny, i was laughing so much. i reread this now to write the review and even if i knew how things would play out it didn’t make it any less enjoyable and hilarious 😭 i mean, just this was so !!!!!:

Wow, even better. They signed freaking Sean O’Pry or the likes and now you’re gonna be used as a prop, probably made to lay over the dude’s body like a snake or something while you awkwardly make bedroom eyes at him and he looks off to the side and awkwardly avoids touching you inappropriately. Great. Just great.

like, the way the reader complains and her inner monologues are just gold, i was so into her from the very first line. and the way you introduce jimin is AMAZING too, just so fucking hot, sex on legs walking straight towards us and making us MELT within five seconds of reading. and just the contrast in this paragraph lmao:

Now you want to be used as a prop and lay across his body like a snake and make bedroom eyes at him and, fuck, you hope he touches you inappropriately. Which you probably won’t have to hope too hard for, given how he’s always in the news for sleeping with everyone he works with. Damn, you need to send Hoseok a gift basket after this.

also, let’s pray this is manifested @tyffany's 👀:

There is jewelry on him, identical to yours with regards to its make. But contrary to the single thick chain that’s adorning your cleavage, he’s got two shorter, choker-like necklaces as well, sitting prettily on his sharp collarbones. He’s also wearing earrings, which you didn’t have to because they were covering your ears with hair.

and like, their first interaction had me ROLLING omg, it’s just so ridiculous in the best way possible, i mean:

How to ask him to fuck your throat without offending him? You don’t really care because you’re about to be very crude about it. You might get thrown off the set and kicked out of the project, but you’re willing to risk it all by going tongue-emoji eggplant-emoji on him. Shit, is he emanating pheromones? Are y’all werewolves? What is going on, why do you keep getting this urge to climb him up and rub your body all over his? You…are in love with this man. That’s the only logical explanation. Or maybe it’s your pussy that’s in love with him, but because she pretty much represents you right now, it is nothing but undying love you feel flowing from you to him. “Hey—” “My pussy’s in love with you.”

i gaped so much reading this, i couldn’t believe just how crude everyone was, and for this to be the first thing the reader says? fuck, i knew i was in for a ride, and gdi i was down bad lol. and his reaction to this too lmao omg, he trying to make sure he heard it correctly, only for her to say he got nice tiddies aaaaaa i was dying, the filth in this is just top tier 

the reader is just so straightforward, so fuckin hot too. her inner monologues gave me life!!!

His tiddies distracted you.

i feel you bestie 😭 the time it took for me to properly LISTEN to set me free pt.2 lmao, i should be ashamed 

and also like, just the moves and details, the way you describe each action makes this SO SEXY, like here:

He lifts a ringed hand and very carefully places the tip of his index finger in the hollow of your neck. Dark gaze catches yours again as the digit begins a fiery journey down your sternum, running past the chain resting there, and easily fitting between the tight cleavage of your half naked boobs.

and here too, with how you describe their bodies almost melting together:

[...] this time nearly molding your soft curves against his solid planes.

and the dirty talkkkkkkk the teasingggggg 😩 i want someone to flirt with me like that 

“Oh yeah?” Jimin’s gaze comes flying up to clash with yours, mirth swimming in his brown eyes. “But I haven’t seen them naked like you did mine. This is the best you get on these unfair grounds, baby.”

but so mindful of consent, which makes him even sexier:

“I would very much like to, though,” he murmurs so close to your lips, you can almost taste his breath. It is chocolate flavored. “If you’d allow it?”

and fuck, i don’t wanna overcomment the smut, ‘cus it’s just me exposing myself, but when i first read it i was hot allover, and i was IN PUBLIC!! ON THE BUS!! ridiculous honestly, i feel like i should sue you 😠 but thank you forever at the same time 🥺💐 because this was just so unhinged and funny, but super sexy, and you convey jimin’s hypnotising nature so fuckin well, but also reader’s sexyness and pleasure, made them such a great match and such a hot couple to follow!! you’re writing is just so enticing, istg i had to take pauses to be able to BREATHE 😩 and the way you controlled the atmosphere was amazing too, never dropping the mood — that is both heavily sensual and lightly funny — and using the best words and dialogues to move things.

so thank you for sharing such a TERRIBLE wet dream, i’ll resort to celibacy now cus i’ll never be satisfied ever again with this jimin as my standard 😔

put it on me (m) | p.jm. | one-shot

When you signed up to model your cleavage for a jewelry commercial, no one bothered to tell you it wasn’t gonna be a solo shoot. It’s unfair being blindsided and you want to protest, but A-list model and flirt extraordinaire Park Jimin’s steel-cut abs have you kinda tongue-tied. And then you get kinda too busy thinking of other ways in which you’d like him to shut you up.

pairing: jimin x reader

rating: m (18+)

genre: smut | humor | pwp | a-list model!jimin | freelance model!reader

word count: 8 k

— warnings: swearing + lustful musings + explicit daydreams + reader is boobacious + reader is also a horny bitch + explicit sexual situations (dom!jimin, sub!reader, body worship, sweat kink, dirty talk, degradation, strength kink, praise kink, oral (m&f), throat fucking, vaginal fingering, clit biting, semi-public sex, hints of exhibitionism, humiliation, begging, rough sex, penetrative sex, cum play, breast play, jimin loves her tiddies and she loves his tiddies, Big Dick Jimin™ bec he’s literally canon, orgasm denial, overstimulation, restraints, biting, marking, a lot of licking ugh) + i am slightly ashamed of myself for going so feral, but very very slightly :|

— note: hi, guys. welcome to filth on crack. no fr, if i were to put smack (smutty crack) in a dictionary, i would define it with this fic. idk what chemical exploded in my head. but i am very sorry for what you’re about to witness. believe it or not, this didn’t happen solely due to the pictures, tho. @missgeniality bullied me into writing this, sending me pictures and filthy scenarios, to the point where i cried and sat down to do this. any yells and/or notes of gratitude to be sent to her, please. oh and @jeonjcngkook shall also shoulder partial blame for spamming me with different zoomed in angles and versions of the pictures without break. smh. ily both <3

hope y'all enjoy this while i go dunk myself into some holy water~ 😩💜

— masterlist | feedback!

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[thecreelhouse]

tramps like us

this is part of the tramps like us series, but can be read as a standalone!

Paring: Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Gator starts something he thinks he can finish, but it’s not in the way he expects.

CW/Tags: smut, duh— switch!gator, switch!reader, femdom, toys, PiV unprotected sex, squirting, light bondage, dacryphilia, dirty talk, objectification, language, mean!reader, edging, bratty!gator, sickeningly sweet aftercare, and (y’all I’m so sorry) post-orgasm syncope. probably forgetting stuff but that covers most of it.

WC: 3.9k

〘 series masterlist ✧.┊this is a sequel to part time soulmate, full time problem ✧.┊listen to the series playlist ✧.┊read on AO3〙

A/N: y’all kept asking for more smut, and i agree, there wasn’t enough filth in this series lmao, so I’m hoping to add more mini chapters for just smut in between the next few! hope y’all enjoy, and thanks as always for the support on this series 🫶🏻

chapter 6✧.┊

killshot (slowed + reverb) - magdalena bay

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

⋆｡♪ oh god, can you make my heart stop / hit me with your kill shot baby / I mean it so serious ♬ ₊˚.

“Jesus, you’re insatiable,” You suppress a groan while Gator lazily ruts against your ass; while trying to do your makeup in the bathroom, he couldn’t keep himself off of you. “What’s with you today?”

In fact, he’s been greedy and needy in touches since the two of you woke up, and while you love it, you’re trying to be responsible and go to work.

“You keep wearin’ these short dresses ‘round me and expect me not to touch you?” He pushes the dress up, bunching up around your hips, exposing high waisted, lace fabric; the pair accentuates the plushy curves of your ass and thighs, drives Gator wild. “C’mon, darlin’, you’re a smart girl.” 

Your eyes meet his in the mirror before you push back into him with a devious smirk. “I know I am, don’t gotta tell me that.” You return to blending your makeup like nothing happened, feeling his length twitch against you. “I wanna play a game.”

Gator’s brows knit together with a slight, disapproving frown. “We’re bad at games, y’know. Whenever ya’ try challenging me, we both just end up givin’ in.”

“Not this one.”

Now, he’s intrigued; Gator Tillman loves a good challenge.

Even if he’s bad at winning.

As you set your brush down, his hand snakes around to the front of your throat, pulling you back flush against his chest. That delicious, dizzy sensation begins to make your head float with desire.

Gator’s fingers toy with the pressure of your blood flow, rutting against you roughly as he savors the expression on your face through the mirror.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute when y’think you’re tough.” His other hand pushes the top of your sundress down, cock kicking against your backside at the absence of a bra. “Oh, y’really were gonna walk around like this all day?”

“It’s…” He’s slow, deliberate with his movements as his hand grabs a handful of your chest. Any argument you had in waiting is lost when he pinches your nipple; your head lolls back onto his shoulder with a whimper. “It’s so hot out.”

“If I didn’t like the way you looked in this, it’d be ripped off ya’ and on the floor already.” The hand around your neck is replaced with his arm snaking around into a headlock. It’s loose, but the sight of his toned, defined arm around your neck alone makes your thighs squeeze together.

“G- Gator, c’mon, I gotta get ready—“ His arm flexes pressure around your neck, stealing your words. 

“You’re so easy, darlin’. Just gotta say some sweet, filthy words to ya’, choke ya’, and you go dumb instantly.” The hand on your breast moves to tug your underwear down, then his, before kicking your feet apart. “Didn’t even get to tell me ‘bout the game you wanted to play. Told ya’.”

Your eyes roll back as he slips a finger between your folds, hips rolling onto his lazy touch, inwardly cursing yourself at the way your body betrays you. 

You manage to rasp out, “Oh, go fuck yourself, Tillman.”

Much to your surprise, his arm drops, hand pulls away and he backs up, pulling his boxers back on. With a shrug, his eyes meet yours in the mirror, smirk twisting onto his features while your mouth hangs agape. Your chest rises and falls roughly as your heart rate settles with disappointment.

“Whatever ya’ want, princess.”

And just like that, Gator’s gone, leaving you a breathless, dripping wreck in the bathroom, alone.

He might like a good challenge, or bending the rules to his benefit, but you’re better at being a classic, stubborn, brat— you’re going to make him regret pushing your buttons like this.

With the little composure you’ve got, you adjust your dress and finish your makeup before heading back up to the bedroom, paying no mind to Gator smirking devilishly from the couch. He continues scrolling on his phone, not thinking twice about why you retreated upstairs.

Not until your moans float down from the loft. Not until the loud buzz of your wand follows. The sounds send blood rushing south; it was already hard enough walking away from you, all desperate and submissive, ready to fall apart instantly. But now, his dick hurts. He needs to fuck you, now. 

“Oh, fuck…”

Gator rushes off the couch and towards the stairs, nearly tripping upwards as he runs. He loses his breath at the sight of you on the bed, face down, ass up while you’re teasing yourself with the plug he’s used on you before. The wand’s pushed aside, for now, lying in wait with a dildo.

“Angel, what… what’re y’doin’?” His voice cracks as his mouth instantly goes drier than a desert. 

“What’s it look like, Gator?” You take the plug in, slowly, eyes rolling back as it begins to sink into you. Breathily, you comeback with, “If you won’t fill and touch me, I’ll do it myself.”

Gator strides over to you, but before he can climb on the bed, you command, “No, you can sit and watch, since ya’ wanna be a fuckin’ tease.” You reach the widest curve of the plug, stinging for a moment and creating a pained look on your face.

“Lemme help, darlin’.” He pants out, sinking to the floor as he watches you from the edge of the bed. 

“Don’t need your he— oh, fuck!” The plug finally nestles into your body, causing your eyes to roll back and cunt to clench around nothing. “See? Didn’t need ya’.”

His hands grip the sheets, restraining himself from surging forward and taking control. 

“N- no, you didn’t.” He finds himself admitting in a daze. You throw a lopsided smirk his way before flipping onto your back, reaching for the dildo and wand next. It slides into you with ease from your own slick, making Gator’s mouth water at the view.

It’s not as big of a stretch as he is, but with the plug in the other hole, it’s still a tight fit. As you flip the switch for your wand, running it up and down your folds, you finally glance back at Gator; he’s a wreck, face flushed red while he bites the back of his hand, eyes never leaving the sweet, sinful movements you make along your angelic form.

“M’god… you’re gonna kill me, baby.” He murmurs as he palms himself. “I- I need to touch ya’.”

“You had your chance, Tillman.” You manage to speak steadily, despite the way your body sporadically jolts whenever the wand hits your clit just right. “I wanted to see if you could last the whole day without touchin’ and teasin’ me, but now y’can watch me play with myself instead.”

He whines, face burying into the mattress. “Can I come up at least?”

“Sure, but y’can’t touch yourself either. Hand off your dick, right now.”

Gator groans loudly, pained. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”

“If you last until I get off, I’ll reward you.” You gasp sharply as pleasure rolls through your body. Gator scrambles up onto the bed, trying to sit still at the opposite end, but he’s already losing it over the show you’re giving him.

“… and if I don’t?”

“Can’t fuck me for a week.”

“A week?!” Gator shouts incredulously. “How the hell are ya’ gonna survive a whole fuckin’ week without cryin’ on my cock?”

“Survived without you for how long now, a week won’t kill me— ah, ah, hands off.” You scold him for brushing his hand against his bulge; it was a subconscious move, but still breaks the rules regardless. 

“What if I decide to break the rules and switch instead?”

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll be a good boy, and watch.”

You see his cock kick as you call him a good boy, restrained under the fabric.

“For the love of—“ Gator’s already losing it, already wants to give in and pin you down and show you who’s really in charge here. 

Except he knows. He knows it’s you. He’s like putty in your hands when you flip the switch like this, and he wouldn’t dare ruin a sight as sweet as this one.

Gator just sits back, hands digging into the sheets while he keeps his gaze locked on you. He’s trying his hardest to settle his shallow breaths, but his jaw’s clenched as you moan his name, hips rolling into the vibrating wand. Tears spring at the edge of your eyes; he thinks you’re close—

Until you pull the wand back, body twitching as it backs off from the edge of your climax. Your eyes are dark, heavily hooded with lust as both your cunt and ass squeeze the toys inside of you.

“Are you really gonna—“

“Edge myself? If it pisses you off, sure fucking will.”

And pissed off he is; Gator glares at you, “What happened to going to work?”

“Have to teach a lesson to a brat first,” you murmur, wand back on your puffy clit. Gator’s eyes follow the slick that drips from you onto the sheets below with a whimper. 

He regains composure. Or, at least he tries to. “Me? A brat? Okay, sure, princess.” He lets go of the sheets, shifting closer to you, so you stop. He stops, too.

“I’m sorry, do I need to cuff you?”

Gator’s face flushes as he sits back again. Your eyes fall to the dark spot on his boxers.

“Oh, poor thing, you’re so worked up, huh?”

He nods, gulping.

“Good.”

You continue playing with yourself, growing close to your release just to edge yourself again. Gator whines, trying his best to keep his hips still, from rutting into the mattress.

“I can’t watch you suffer like this,” You murmur with a fake pout. Gator’s eyes light up.

“Does this mean I can touch ya’?”

You don’t answer, just pull the toy cock out of you, licking it clean before shoving it to the back of your throat; Gator lets out the filthiest moan you’ve heard from him yet. 

“Darlin’, please, you- you’re killin’ me, here.” His eyes are wide as you pull the toy out of your mouth, stare trailing down with the spit that slides off the fake tip.

Leaving the plug in, you flick the wand off before moving aside, nodding to the pillows you once laid on. “Go ‘head, honey, strip n’ lay back for me.”

Gator tries to hide the relief flooding through him, more than ready for you to touch him, and vice versa. You reach into the nightstand, pulling out a blindfold, watching his cock twitch at the sight.

“You gonna use that on me? I can just close my eye, y’know”

“Uh-huh,” You straddle him before gently tying it around his face. “And that’s not the same. I don’t trust ya’.”

“But—“

“Arms up.”

He hears the familiar clink of metal, whimpering as you cuff his wrists to the bed frame.

“You want me to touch you?”

“Please, I’ll be good, promise— oh ffffffuck— what- what’s that—“

You roll a cock ring over his throbbing length, smirking at the way he bucks into your hand. Watching Gator squirm from the pressure makes you lick your lips.

“Doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No, but what— it’s so—“ His hips roll desperately into empty air with a needy whine. “I thought you were gonna let me touch ya’—“

“In your dreams, Tillman.”

His hands grip at the chains of the cuffs, gritting his teeth at the sensation; it feels good, too good. He’s already panting, head of his length cherry red with need.

“But I’ll touch you.”

“Oh, thank god—“ The air’s forced out of his lungs as you sink down onto him, pinning his legs to the bed with your own. “Fuckfuckfuck.”

“Just not in the way you’re hopin’ for.”

Gator’s too drunk off pleasure to ask what that means. A cluttered mess of your own sounds tumble out as he stretches you out, the sensation tighter than usual from the plug inside you. He clearly feels it, too, shuddering loudly as you finally take all of him in.

He knows despite the countless times the two have you fucked, you still need a second to adjust to his length; he whimpers as he waits, but the waiting just continues on, and on, and on—

“Angel,” Gator tries bucking up into you, but you hold him in place. “… why aren’t ya’ movin’?”

“‘Cause this ain’t about you, baby.” The wand buzzes to life as you lean back to tease your clit again. 

Gator can feel the vibrations, he can feel the way you nearly squeeze him to death, with the cock ring already constricting him, the way you flutter around him—

“This isn’t fuckin’ fair,” He whines, squirming underneath you.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry,” You feign pity, leaning forward to pull the blindfold off. Gator blinks a few times before focusing on you as you pull away again. “You’re right, it wasn’t fair to hide the show from you, m’sorry, baby.”

You’re talking way too sweet; he knows you’re up to no good. He shakes his wrists, irritated. “Just take ‘em off already.”

You ignore him as you touch yourself again, dripping over his cock. Gator watches the scene before him, nearly drooling. Every so often, the vibrator slips down his shaft, causing him to cry out.

The longer this goes on— you, only using him for your pleasure— the more red his face turns, heat spilling down his neck and onto his chest. He pants wildly, still tugging at the cuffs while biting down onto his lip, about to break the skin.

“Gator, y’feel so good.”

Again, he tries thrusting upward, failing miserably as his body barely moves under your strong hold.

“It’d feel better if you’d let me fuck ya’.” The way his words tumble out in whimpers does anything but make him sound like he should be in control. 

“Hm… not sure, baby. You’re pretty good at bein’ a toy for me instead.”

Being objectified causes Gator to twitch and kick within you, earning a shocked smirk from you. He flushes under your stare, trying his hardest to look annoyed, but it doesn’t take much more than another skilled roll of your hips forward to make him break.

“Oh, so you like being a fuck toy for me?”

He moans, back arching, just barely lifting his hips under you, shoving him deeper inside. You jolt at the extra fullness.

“Darlin’, please—“

Your eyes flicker up to his, “What? You’re the one always bragging that your dick is better than my toys. Might as well just become one, then.”

“Fuckin’ hell, the mouth on ya’—“ Gator gasps sharply, a sound you don’t get to hear often, but it runs straight to your core regardless. “This— is this—“ He pants wildly, like he’s about to cum, but it’s not enough. It’s almost like he’s stuck, teetering on the edge of his desired high. “That stupid fuckin’ thing is keepin’ me from—“

His own moan cuts him off, so you finish his thought, “The ring? Keepin’ you from fillin’ me up? Yeah, just for now, at least. Baby, that’s the whole point. You thought you’d get off easy?”

Every time he gets close to a climax, it only builds, never reaching that delicious, sinful high he’s craving. “Jesus fuckin’ christ—“

“Prettiest toy I’ve ever owned,” You murmur, leaning over him as you leave the wand pressed between both of your bodies as you grab his face. He can’t stop watching the point where your bodies meld together, spellbound by the sight. “Never had one this pathetic and whiny, though. What’s wrong, darlin’?”

Gator’s eyes snap up to yours, teeth gritting together as he spits, “Don’t fuckin’ call me that.” The tension loosens quickly from his jaw when your hand wanders to his throat, ghosting your grip over his neck, waiting for his permission. You don’t expect him to whimper out a, “Please…”

Slowly, tortuously slow, you’re adding pressure to the sides of his neck, playing with his blood flow just right; you’re handing over the heavenly, dizzying sensation he likes more than he’d admit. The moan that slips between his parted lips is strained as his eyes roll back.

Just as soon as Gator reaches the sweet spot, you steal it away, hand leaving his throat with ease. 

“No— ugh— why’d y’stop?” He bucks up into you as he asks pitifully, chest rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath. Another almost-orgasm hits him rapidly, so, so close to the edge, and yet— “Baby, baby, please, this is— s’fuckin’ awful—“

You frown leaning back a little with concern on your features. “You hurt?”

“… No.”

“You wanna stop?”

“… No, but—“

“Then y’can take what I give ya’, darlin’.” He grunts at the mocking while you surge forward, mouth on his neck and wasting no time as you kiss, suck, bite, and lick along his sensitive skin. 

He bites his bottom lip, trying to suppress more sinful sounds; that’s when he realizes you’ve lifted your hold on his bottom half with your legs, and takes advantage of the opportunity of your mistake. 

When your lips make their way to Gator’s jaw, then his face, to his lips, you’re about to kiss him when he smirks like a damn demon, distracting you before he plants his feet onto the bed, slamming up into you.

It’s only once, but it’s enough to push the air from your lungs, eyes rolling back as your jaw drops. Gator flashes that smirk, that smug, arrogant, smirk he’s had his entire life. The one that both infuriates and flusters you, always has, probably always will.

“What was that, darlin’?” He slams up into you again, hitting your sweet spot in just one rough motion. You can’t catch the scream before it escapes you, only fueling his cocky attitude. “What was that, ‘bout takin’ what ya’ give?”

“Fuck you—“

“Thought that’s what we were doin’?”

You slip your fingers into his mouth before slamming yourself down onto him, thighs locking him back in place against the mattress. The noises he makes around your fingers are pornographic as you regain control.

“Should gag ya’ one of these days, keep that bratty mouth busy,” You’re muttering as you start bouncing on his cock, angrily needy and begging with a pulsating sensation for release. “Toys shouldn’t talk anyway.”

As you heighten your pace, Gator sucks greedily on your fingers, eye heavy with lust while you drip all over him. He hums until you take the hint, pulling your hand away, leaving him a breathless mess.

Just like he left you earlier. It’s only fair.

“Angel, m’close.”

“You are? You sure? You got close a few times already, but nothin’ happened.”

He throws his head back into the pillows as his back arches off the bed. 

“Jesus, you’re so fucking pretty fallin’ apart like this.”

Tears spring in his eyes, pouting and panting and shaking underneath you.

“Can I? I— please? Need it, need to cum inside ya’.”

“Yeah? How bad do y’need it?”

“Feels like… like m’gonna die if I don’t.”

“Dramatic, aren’t we?” You spit down towards the space where the two of you meet, just barely hitting the base of his cock, and for some reason, that is what does him in.

Gator’s about to snap back when his entire body shakes, eye spinning back as his mouth falls open; the cry he makes is silent, at first, then pierces the quiet around you all at once as he finally spills inside of you.

“That’s it, honey, just like that,” You praise him through his well-deserved high. “Did so good f’me… Poor thing, y’needed that so bad, didn’t you?”

When he thinks he’s finally coming down, he’s drained further as you constrict around him, close to your own high. He’s overstimulated, still fucking filling you, certain his mind’s on the edge of insanity.

Beyond fucked out, Gator can’t find the words he so desperately needs to say, just gives one rough thrust up into you before actually crying, name dripping from your lips in a dumb, pussy drunk babble. 

You know what’s about to happen, but this time, you’re trying your best to embrace it without shame. Legs shaking, body rolling in convulsions, you’re so, so close—

“Needed t’get fucked dumb, didn’t ya’?” He looks exhausted, barely nodding as you finally follow him over the edge, head lolling back as you scream his name, squirting. He smirks sleepily at the sight, everything feeling dizzy and distant. 

Without warning, Gator cums again as you, rasping out another moan, pained with overstimulation before everything fades out.

•·················•·················•

“Hey, honey, c’mon- oh, oh thank fuck—“ You sigh, relieved as Gator comes to, delirious and lost on your panic. You place his limp wrists to your lips, kissing the spots worn raw from the cuffs.

It’s faint, but he smiles up at you as he rests over your lap, head still cradled in the pillows. “Hi, pretty thing.”

You giggle, gazing down at him, pushing the hair out of his eyes with one hand as you set his arms back down gently with the other.

“Are you okay?”

“M’great, angel. You ‘kay?” He drawls, hand weakly reaching for yours before you pull back from his face. He presses it against his face clumsily, staring up at you with all the adoration in the world.

From the few times you’ve been in control in the past, you can’t deny how much you love the way he so slowly comes out of subspace, clingy and needy for your doting, sweet aftercare. Over time, he’s grown more comfortable with letting you be extra sweet outside of the bedroom, but these moments are still something you hold dear to your heart.

There’s just something about the way you’re able to care for the one who’s always cared for and protected you almost your entire life.

“You sure? You passed out,” You’re still worried; now you know how he felt when you blacked out the time he begged you to sit on his face. “You scared the fuck outta me.”

“M’so good at that,” He turns over, curling in towards you, hand still holding yours. “You’re sticky.”

“Yeah, the one fuckin’ time I actually liked squirting, you passed out.”

Gator tries sitting up, but he’s too quick, dizzying himself further. You lean him back cautiously as he whines, “I missed that? Fuck… can we try again?” He eyes up the toys, all turned off and discarded, thrown to the foot of the bed.

“Not now—“

“Why not? Gimme like… ten minutes, I’ll be brand fuckin’ new for ya’, darlin’.” He even sounds drunk.

“Maybe later… like, way later. Wanna make sure you’re okay first, and totally need to clean the both of us up… and the bed.”

“Don’t ya’ gotta work?” He frowns, remembering and feeling guilty for throwing off your entire morning. But you just shrug it off.

“Yeah… I’m callin’ off.” You run your hand through his hair, scratching along his scalp soothingly. “Takin’ care of you is more important.”

The adoration the two of you have for one another only grows after each scene, and right now, Gator’s looking up at you like you’re his entire world. 

Because, honestly, you are, and vice versa. He can’t wrap his head around the idea of moments like this being the new forever for the two of you.

Instead of sharing those feelings, Gator fumbles around for the right words before rasping out, “… So, that means we’re fuckin’ again, right?”

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I posted 44 times in 2021

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#ninjago decer - 20 posts

#ha’eed - 18 posts

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#there is a hybrid pup character (or there’s technically two?? i guess?? kind of??) that will be making an appearance soon!

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Ha’eed:

Age: Over 1,500

Gender: Male

Height: 7’2

Status: Leader of the Oni Clan of Hatred

Preferred Weapon: Bare hands

Powers:

- Empathetic abilities (can sense others emotions and detect their deepest fears and desires)

- With Mask:

- Invincibility

- Heightened empathetic abilities

Abilities:

- High pain tolerance

- Super strength

Personality: Angry/grumpy, irritable, serious

Other facts:

- Decer nicknamed him “pigtails.” He hates that nickname. She loves using it.

- He constantly bullies Decer about her height

- He also teases her about being small and compact like an Oni Scout

- This stems from the fact that when Venge and Ha’eed first met her, Ha’eed mistook her for a scout instead of the Warlord of Deception

- Although he will never admit it, Ha’eed considers Venge and Decer his siblings and would die for them.

- Constantly declaring war on everybody (it’s an empty threat... most of the time)

Information about the Oni Clan of Hatred:

- Everyone is this clan is a tank. Even the smallest of these oni tend to be bigger and more muscular than your average oni

- They have extremely high pain tolerances

- There is a small chance for some of the oni in this clan to have empathetic abilities. So far, Ha’eed is the most powerful empath in oni history, but that doesn’t mean he’s the only one with these powers

- Warriors are highly valued in oni society, but especially in the Clan of Hatred

- This clan in particular has a long history of war, and before the three warlords became allies, was at odds with the other clans as well as the dragons the most out of the three clans

13 notes • Posted 2021-04-29 00:17:47 GMT

#4

Mystaké clutched her quill a little tighter as the Thinker’s Tea’s effects made her head swirl. Her eyes hazed over as the tea brought back centuries worth of memories. She began to write, struggling a bit to focus on the page instead of the images in her mind.

Ah, the miracle of Thinker’s tea, she thought. She only wished that she could choose what not to remember, instead of remembering both the good and the bad alike.

The book in the first frame is based off of this image from the Ninjago canon book thing that Tommy Andreasen made a post about:

This is the first of two introduction pages! Asks will open soon!

13 notes • Posted 2021-04-11 21:02:16 GMT

#3

So correct me if I'm wrong the oni hunt the human's the human's hunt the dragons and the dragon hunt bought human's and oni alike right? If the human's hunt the dragons shouldn't you let the human's do the dirty work for you? you could save a lot of time and soldiers that way. Maybe you can even make a alliance until the dragons are gone? Our maybe you can't because of oni pride.

by the way while we are on the topic of the humans... how did they even get to the first relm?

“…moving on. The dragon hunters are not quite human, or at least not like the humans of Ninjago. They appeared alongside the dragons and the oni when the First Realm was created.”

16 notes • Posted 2021-06-23 16:34:51 GMT

#2

Can we see your human form? (And Ha’eed calm the fuck down we’re just invisible people who know way too much about you guys, nothing to worry about)

WE HAVE OUR REVEAL OF ONE OF THE CENTRAL PARTS OF THE AU!

The explanation is under the cut!

This AU is mainly based off of that one tweet Tommy Andreasen made where he said that it was heavily implied that Mystaké was one of the three oni warlords and killed the other two (I can’t find the original tweet). Personally, I headcanon that Mystaké used to be the Oni Warlord of Deception- it kind of fits her character, given the fact that she has kept her identity as an oni secret for so long and plays tricks on the SOG (also, the markings above her eyes resemble the mask of deception).

So, this AU mainly follows Mystaké as she reflects on her past as a warlord. Of course, there’s going to be a lot more AU stuff, this is probably going to deviate from canon quite a bit. Namely the fact that the three warlords have a sibling-like relationship, and in canon they probably hated each other. However, how the AU ends is going to be up to you ;)

23 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 01:02:27 GMT

#1

Your welcome.

Veng quick question have run into a serpentine yet?

31 notes • Posted 2021-07-24 22:19:22 GMT

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