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rendevok · 3 months
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step into the light
what do you see?
my sun,
my stars
shining on me
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turtleblogatlast · 3 months
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AU where Leo is trapped in the Prison Dimension for months instead of minutes and the only way he gets by with his sanity intact is through recording himself talking to his wrist comm.
When they finally manage to get Leo back and make him rest up to heal, Donnie can’t help but listen to the recordings left behind.
He’s not sure what exactly he’s expecting, only that his subconscious is screaming at him that it has to be heartbreaking, that it has to be torturous.
Instead, what Donnie is subject to is a full thousand hours’ worth of Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu crossover fanfiction. More than one part in the series. Spanning well over a million words.
(The worst part is that it’s actually good.)
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt headcanons#donnie keeps the comms going on in the background as he works#when he gets to the end he’s like what the hell…where’s the rest#donnie: leo where’s part nine#leo barely cognizant after not needing sleep for months: whuh-#donnie: you can’t leave it at a cliffhanger. leo. leo where’s the next part.#listen leo has a great memory for his special interests this is CANON plus he’s a great talker so he would totally be able to do this frfr#whenever he needs to be quiet he’s SILENT but otherwise he’s regaling the exploits of his idols to the captive audience that is The Photo#sometimes Krang sneaks up on him and just listens to him talk like ????#it starts both as leo trying to comfort himself with his favorite things PLUS comfort himself with thoughts of his father#as splinter makes his own crossover fanfiction when sick lol plus he’s Literally Lou Jitsu#and yes krang ALSO gets a bit invested#leo notices the reduction of Ouch but hey more time for rambling fanfic for him 👍#idk leo’s a damn good actor/liar/planner/schemer and I genuinely think that can pivot into storytelling so well#the literal second mikey’s hands heal donnie zooms to his side with hand stabilizers and a request to draw ‘scene 82 from recording 3’#mikey’s like what#so obvs now HE needs to listen as he works#he too gets invested#he comes across raph who mentions having trouble sleeping#mikey: have I got the podcast fanfic for you!#it only somewhat helps raph sleep#somewhat bc sometimes he forces himself to stay awake to hear the rest#yes these recordings go to the whole fam and leo is none the wiser#they don’t even mean to hide it it just never comes up lol#it’s only when donnie FINALLY makes it to the end of the recordings that he confronts leo to continue the story#leo: oH YOU HEARD ALL THAT HUH-
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ethoslab of the moss variety for the fanon swap thingie requested by me to me because I want to participate but my blog is literally new! hi! so i made a silly sketch to start ig
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evelili · 11 months
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traitor
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sinlizards · 7 months
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next batch of kofi requests!
requests are still open here starting at $15! might be closing em up soon so get em while you can >_o
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soleelia · 29 days
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thinking about…
…about how chuuya nakahara kisses you like it’s his last whenever he’s stressed, kisses you like you are a fragile flower whenever he feels the rush of love watching you do domestic things, and how he kisses you like a man starved as he pushes you against the wall, holding you close with his ability, leaving no room for air until you actually can’t breathe anymore, and even then he smirks lazily, proud and unabashed of the way he has that effect on you.
“good girl, now how about we continue this in bed, hm? how about another round?”
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thinking about…
…about how osamu dazai embraces you like you’ve been separated for years when it’s only been ten minutes, how he embraces you so desperately when he wakes up from a nightmare that has his heart beating erratically from dreaming about losing you, and how he embraces you so gently before locking his lips with yours, determined to show you love through kisses and whispered sighs against his lips, before his embrace starts tightening as the kiss deepens.
“you like that? you like it when i hold you like this, bella? heh, good, because i’m not letting you go anytime soon.”
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this is an apology post !! something simple for now while i work on larger, lengthier fics ;^; www i’ll get them out soon…
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almondpiglet · 7 days
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as per Reigen’s request, may I request him and Serizawa making out? Is that a thing I can do?
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a poor attempt of making out with your very inexperienced boyfriend
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zenb0ii · 3 months
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the challenge.
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“as long as you’re touching me, i can feel it.” - something i said to my sibling
i remember saying it and immediately thinking ‘what if i made this angsty and ninja turtles?’ ⊂(・ω・*⊂)
yeah no i’m not sorry lmao
tc3st stay back i will bonk you
*remember to please credit me if you dub this!*
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luvit · 4 months
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Low key chomping at the bit for a Gaz x Price’s daughter ficlet 🙊😮💨 “I’ll have her home by ten, sir” he says with a charming smile before he rails her six ways from Sunday in the backseat of his car and drops her off still full of him sans panties 😏 I can totally see Gaz as the sweetest boyfriend ever that uses cute pet names but also a completely fucking tease behind closed doors, like whispering absolutely filthy things that would make a nun blush while he’s blowing your back out. Also, haven’t said this yet but I’m digging the series. Love me some head canons about the beautiful boys of the 141 + König. I don’t have a tumblr or I would have requested this there, hope this is alright. Please don’t feel obligated to write this of course. I’m working on a Gaz x Price’s Daughter one shot series at the moment and I feel like the pairing is just too good to not write 😂
- from Ao3 user
(female!reader, mdni 18+)
i am HIGHKEY chomping at this because????? (implied age-gap warning! reader is an adult)
price trusts gaz with his life. has worked with him for so long that he knows when and where he can rely on gaz. especially when it comes to his darling daughter
price had you when he was young, kind of an accident right before he started his career in the military. but never once did he stray from his duties to be a good father. in fact, it taught him a lot about how to deal with people. 'specially dealing with the recruits. he's told you about his life in the military, shown you the base before to invite you into that part of him.
and it comes to no surprise to him when you've taken a liking to a certain member of the task force. at first he was very skeptical, regretted showing you his team because you had nothing but heart eyes for his handsome young soldier. he knew that kyle was a handsome lad, just didn't know how much it'd affect you. how much it'd affect him.
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"i'll have her home by 10, sir. swear on my life," kyle says while standing straight and puffing out his chest where he stands at the doorway of your home. price lets out an annoyed huff and then finally steps aside to reveal you, who's all dolled up for your date. he smiles at you, cheeks reddening a little bit by the way the dress flows around your thighs as you rush past your father, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek goodbye.
"you take proper care of her, gaz. behave." price warns him while pointing a finger at him, as if accusing him of things he hasn't done (yet). it makes him gulp and nod quickly. price is quick to turn to you with the same finger to you, who merely stares back at him with that smile of yours. "same goes for you, too, poppet. keep your location on or else i'm coming to get you in my car and gaz in a body bag."
"bye, dad!" you say while bounding down your front steps and grabbing kyle by the hand before your dad can make any more threats. kyle just chuckles and makes sure to open the door for you, keenly aware of the way price still stands in the open door and waits for you to drive off before retreating back into the house.
"a little impatient, weren't we, darling?" kyle snickers as he rests a hand on your thigh, driving off on the lamplit roads.
"missed you. been forever since you were on leave," you whine and turn your body so it's facing his over the center console. he chuckles and waits 'til he's in a good spot to plant a kiss over your lips before turning his head back onto the road. he gives your thigh a little squeeze.
"y'need to listen to your dad, love. behave. good girls get rewarded, you know. and you know what happens to bad girls who try to get their way."
you huff and pout your lips as he pulls up a nice restaurant, where he'd promised to take you next time he was on leave. it was the perfect romantic spot to catch up. and throw off price's constant checking up on you.
kyle stops the car and you're about to get out but he grabs your jaw and makes you look at him.
"what?" you question with cheeks sunken in by the way he presses them with his fingers.
"reservation's not until 8. thought i told you that." you look down at your phone and see that you are indeed early. quite early.
"then what are we doing here?"
"silly girl." he tuts and then juts his chin towards the backseat. "tryin' to get my appetizer first." you smile and eagerly climb into the back, where he joins you with a smirk on his face. he gets in between your legs and pushes you into the seats, kissing you gently while making sure your legs were secured around his hips.
once they are, he slowly starts ramping it up by pushing his tongue into your mouth and slowly moving his hips over yours. it makes you soak through your panties when you can feel the growing bulge underneath his pants. you try to palm at him, but he pulls his lips off of you with a wet sound. puts his fingers under your chin with a cold gaze into your eyes.
"uh-uh, good girls wait. remember what i said, darling?"
"yes..." you whimper out, lip wobbling.
"yes wha'?" he taunts at you with a cruel smile. he knows just how to push your buttons.
"yes, daddy." there it is. somehow his smile gets wider and he gives you another kiss accompanied with a soft good girl. and then he's crawling down so that his face is between your legs, kissing you through your panties and giving your folds a little lick. wants to make sure you're slick on both sides of your underwear. wants to see how fast he can make it happen before he can't taste the cloth anymore.
you throw your head back as he laps at your clothed pussy, scratching at the base of his neck while you plead at him to give you more. he chuckles and slaps your thigh. he throws the legs that were over his shoulder to be pushed against your chest.
now, he's pressing his tongue into you through your panties. forcing them to cave into your clenching hole as he pushes it in where your slit is. he does this for a while, tonguing you with the crotch of your underwear acting as a flimsy condom on his tongue. he keeps going like that and it's impossible not to cum when the tip of his tongue grazes the underside of your clit every time he pulls back.
your thighs shudder against your chest and kyle gives your clit one last kiss before pulling back and letting your legs flop back down onto the seat. you squirm and whine, complaining that you didn't get to cum around anything.
"hush now, my sweet. you're lucky you got to cum at all with the way you're acting," he chuckles and gives your cheek an endeared pat. you pout again and try to fix the skirt of your dress when you sit up. he laughs boyishly this time. "why you squirmin' so much?"
"s'very sticky," you say with a little glare. he grins and then holds his hands out in a way that makes you stop shifting around to see what he's up to. you're pushed back again but only slightly this time as he slips your panties off of you. he whistles when he sees how shiny your pussy lips are from your cum and his spit, using his fingers to spread you open for a better look in the dim lighting. he swipes a finger through teasingly before making sure to wipe you clean with the panties before pocketing them.
"better?" you refrain from saying anything snarky and nod, allowing him to get out of the car first to adjust himself and then open the door for you. you're too busy shivering at the cold wind fluttering your skirt and hitting your bare pussy to see the way he indiscreetly wipes at his nose so he can smell you on his fingers.
dinner is a hit for the both of you. kyle makes sure to push in your seat and give you a kiss on the cheek before sitting next to you in the little corner you're at. he tells you all about what he's done when he was deployed on missions, any shenanigans, and makes sure to listen intently on whatever you have to share.
later on, you have dessert and take turns feeding each other bites. kyle holds in a comment in saying his favorite taste is you when someone comes by the table. also makes sure to smear some of the cream on your lips since it reminds him of his own. but you, none the wiser, happily lick it away as kyle watches and then surges forward to kiss the rest of it off.
by the time the check comes, the waitress smiles at you both and tells you what a beautiful couple you make, how good you are together. kyle just smiles and politely thanks her while you're trying to keep her from knowing how much kyle's fingers are affecting you.
he's got his right hand between your legs, fingers rubbing against the walls of your pussy. the place where his fingers meet his palm rub at your clit at every curve of his fingers, right at the edge of your gspot. you try to clear your throat to mask a rising moan when he goes a little faster as the waitress comes back with the paid bill. it seems like it takes forever for her to leave now that kyle has struck up conversation with her.
because now was the perfect time to tell her how long you've been together, your favorite dates moments, and some cute things you've done together! now! when he was knuckle deep into your pussy and you were pretty sure you were ruining the nice material of the seats. he's such a prick, checking in on you too and trying to get you to be a part of the conversation saying sweet things like "isn't that right, dear?" or "oh, how about you tell her that one, love?" or "you sure that's how it went, sweetheart?"
is telling her and everyone else who is seated by your table how loving of a boyfriend he is. i mean, he opens all your doors, pushes in your chairs, pays for your things, compliments you every day, calls you every night, and will never ever forget his hello and goodbye kiss even if he's just going to the bathroom. what a perfect boyfriend you have!
but those sickly sweet petnames he has to give you is the false covering of what you believe to be an absolute monster underneath. loves to tease you right when someone else stands no less than 5 feet away from you, playing with your dribbling hole under the table.
and by the time the waitress leaves, kyle has brought you close to an orgasm twice. every time he felt you squeezing on him, he would pull his fingers out and massage your pussy lips, squeezing them together so that your clit gets sandwiched between them.
kyle helps you out of your seat and grins at the way your legs shake. you can barely stand from the way he was playing with you. can barely make it back to the car in confidence but then he says, "you were so good for me. such a good baby, takin' it like a good girl. gonna reward you soon, just hang on tight a little longer, 'kay?"
and he starts driving off again and you clench your thighs together. you've been denied the orgasm for so long, you're not even sure how long. mind went empty when he started fingering you in the restaurant. you really wanted to cum. you really needed to cum.
kyle notices how desperate you are and gives you a cheeky smile. tells you "we're almost there, love. we'll be there soon enough." and you think he couldn't drive any slower. eventually, you pull up into a park by your house and you're clambering into the backseat without being prompted at all. huffing like a bitch in heat while grabbing him by the sleeves to try to pull him back to you.
"i'm coming, i'm coming, baby," he laughs at you and is the one straddling you in the seat with how much you tugged him. he puts both hands on the seat behind you, trapping your head between them as you gaze up at him so sweetly. "yea? you been good for me?"
"yes, kyle. please."
"you know what to call me, princess," he teases you with a tap to your nose. you swallow the saliva that's been accumulating in your mouth.
"please, daddy. want you. want you to give me your cock. i've been good!"
there it is. he likes the power he has when you call him that. knowing full well you're price's daughter, price's daughter. and yet here you are calling him daddy while he plunges deep into you that you have to remember his shape. aches when he's not filling you up because you've been stretched so nicely around him.
and good you have been because he starts undoing the belt of his pants while telling you to get on all fours, put your hands on the window. you hurry to do so and he hikes your dress up around your hips, rubbing at the globes of your ass and then striking it with a mean palm. you whimper and look back at him, betrayed by the undeserved punishment.
"sorry, doll. was too tempting to resist." he makes up for it by giving the spot a little kiss. then a kiss to your pussy. he rears back and lines his dick up with your slit, collecting the juices there to lube him up. he starts to slide his dick across your pussy to cover it in your juices. your pussy lips spread at the intrusion of his cock between them, rubbing across it to coat himself well while the head will pass over your clit every now and then.
when he pulls back for the nth time, you whine and try to force his cock inside somehow by pushing your hips back in hopes that the head will catch on your opening and slip inside.
"careful now, love. wouldn't want me to slip in the wrong one, hm?" now that didn't sound that bad. but the fact you needed him that badly was overwhelming you. made you fall down with your head on the seat, ass still raised, while you cried out for him. he coos and leans over you so he's draped across your back. "aww, little love. you want it? hm? you want my dick that badly, do you baby?"
"want daddy's dick. please fuck me already! you promised!" you sob out and kyle hums before plunging deep into you without a verbal warning. makes you let out a long, wanton moan as he stretches you so deep. thanks to all his finger prep before it wasn't too hard to get accustomed to. can't make you stop the way you set the pace by shifting your hips back to slap against his. he groans and sets a hand on your hip as he watches you fuck yourself on him in desperation.
"feel s'good. " he grits out, clenching his teeth hard at the way you squeeze so nicely on him. you huff and set your hips flush against his, rubbing your pussy on him and just grinding now. "what's it, baby?"
"need you. need your help. can't... can't." you can barely get out. you're tired, horny, pent up, and aching for relief.
"my baby needs daddy's help, mm?"
"yes, yes, yes-" you plead and then he starts taking action by drilling his hips into you. pushing his cock so deep inside it makes you choke on a moan and dig your nails into the seat.
he keeps this up for a long while, not stopping after you've cum around his dick when he struck your gspot and snarled when he hit it. you clenched around him so nicely, so snug that he couldn't bear to stop. not when he was teasing you so much earlier. just had to make it up to you.
puts you in a different position so now you're between the front seats, bracing against the center console as he sits in the middle and pulls you to smack down on his cock. it impales you as he makes you ride him. he sneaks a hand to play with your clit and grins when you clamp down on him so hard with another orgasm washing over you.
"tha's it, love. c'mon, let it out." you feel like you're ripping the leather of the headrests as he continues to plow into you in search of his own orgasm. you manage to pull yourself up so you're leaning with your chest against his and he bucks into you just a couple more times before spilling into you. "fuck, fuck, fuuuuck."
he plants his forehead on your shoulder as he catches his breath. when he feels his cum seeping out of you and down his cock, he gives your bum a firm squeeze.
"up. let's get up, sweetheart." you groan, so spent from him fucking you. he chuckles and pulls out carefully and scoots out of the back seat to place you into the front. rolls down the windows a little bit to air out the steam that's collected in there but he lets you draw a heart on the window before it's all gone.
when he gets back into the driver's seat, he plunges his fingers back into your puffy pussy and it has you whining in overstimulation.
"s'too much, kyle!" you whine. he kisses you on the cheek.
"gotta keep it in. can't have you drippin' and makin' a mess all over now, hm? what if your dad sees?" and that has you accepting your fate with how kyle's fingers plug you up and push the cum deeper into you. every time the car bumps on the road, and you think he does it on purpose (but he swears it's because he's driving one handed), his fingers shift deeper into you before pulling slightly back.
eventually you make it back home and he wipes his hand on the inside of your thigh. gives you a wink as he goes to open the door for you just as price opens the front door to your home.
"you're 15 minutes early." price says.
"well, we had enough fun together, eh, love?" kyle asks you.
"mm," you reply tiredly. before your dad can arch an eyebrow, you manage to catch your breath and push out a, "got tired 'nd fell 'cause i wanted to chase ducks at the park. so i begged kyle to go home so i can wash up."
price hums and then moves aside so you can go in. you give kyle a chaste kiss on the lips in goodbye. he looks at you in an affectionate way and smirks a little the way you stumble into the house and try to hide your limp.
kyle wipes the smirk off his face and now has that usual respectful gaze when looking at price. price sniffs and wipes his nose once, giving the soldier a nod before heading inside.
"thanks for treating her well, gaz." he says while moving to close the door.
"a pleasure, sir." he responds and then makes his way back to the car. price is about to fully close the door before pausing when he sees a little bunching of kyle's pockets where he kept your panties. he shakes his head and shuts the door.
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ivanpellicer · 5 months
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JOEL Élite | 7.07
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garlicrrow · 7 months
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goat!kris based on the red horns?
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KRIS!!!!
mom told me to stop eating moss (i am still eating moss)
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Aftons and Emilys
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weaselishmcdiesel · 3 months
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god theyre everything to me
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rafeandonlyrafe · 5 months
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kinktober: guns
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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, gun kink, p in v sex, unprotected bc dont be fcking dumb!, hand kink as well kind of, f receiving oral and handjob, blowjob, being fucked by the gun (silencer), mild degradation but also praise, mentions of drug dealing, somehow still soft rafe idk yall im unable to write rafe being anything but a softie
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your eyes widen at the glint of black metal in the low lighting, watching the way rafe works the rag over the piece. you control your gasp when you realize what it is that you’re holding, but you can’t help but take a step back in shock. 
you stumble, not realizing how close you were to the hallway table that decorates your home. rafe looks up at the noise, his eyes meeting yours. you can’t tell what emotion crosses his face. he simply sets the handgun down on the coffee table, still partially disassembled.
“rafe-” you begin, but you don’t have the words to finish as he stands up, stalking over to you, his usually comforting figure suddenly imposing when shrouded in the darkness of night.
“baby.” rafe says softly, taking your face in his large hands. “what are you doing awake?” “i-i heard you come in, and i waited for you to come lay down and when you didn’t i came to check on you.” your voice is barely above a whisper, but in the silence of your house, rafe hears you clear as day. he stands still, and you take the moment to apologize, “i’m sorry.”
rafe lets out a deep breath, his face reading the guilt of your apology. “it’s okay.” he presses his lips to your forehead, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he holds you to him. it takes you a beat, but you wrap your arms around his waist in a tight embrace.
“come here.” rafe says after a moment, sliding his hand down your back and leading you into the living room instead of hiding in the hallway. you take cautious steps, eyes on the disassembled gun on the table. 
“sit down.” rafe keeps his voice gentle, but it’s a command, not a request. you sit down on the couch, and rafe slides next to you. he gives you a moment to look at the pieces of metal on the table. 
you know why rafe has a gun. he tries to keep that part of his life silent, but you know he helps run the drug scene on the islands of the outer banks. you’ve never been exposed to the violent nature of what he does but you’ve helped him count money and sort packages. he protects you when it comes to the actual sale, you haven’t even met one of his clients, at least not that you know of.
“it’s okay rafe, i knew you had a gun.” you say. you’ve seen him discreetly tuck it into his waistband when you’ve been out, and did not fail to notice the way he keeps it on his bedside table when he thinks it’s too dark for you to see at night.
“but you haven’t really seen it before baby.” rafe picks up what looks to be the frame of the gun, and he turns it over, showing you all the different sides before placing it on your lap. he gives a nod of your head and you pick it up, surprised that the disassembled part is still so heavy.
“should i- should i learn how to…?” you ask, not having the heart to tell him that you want to, because if anything happens to rafe, you want to be able to protect him as well, even though he doesn’t need it.
“if you want to, i’ll teach you.” rafe presses a kiss to your cheek, taking the metal back out of your hand. he begins to explain the different pieces of the gun and what they do as he reassembles it. your eyes track the movements of his hands, his slender fingers moving each part into place. you bite your lip and press your thighs together, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by rafe.
“are you turned on, princess?” he asks, no judgment in his voice, rather fascination from how you, his sweet girlfriend, can be so turned on by his gun as he sets it back down on the table.
“no!” you squeal, which just gives you away even more. “pants off.” rafe commands, and you know better than to go against him. you stand up off the couch for a millisecond to shove your pants down to your ankles then sit back down, keeping your thighs locked closed together.
“that is not what i meant, and you know it.” rafe commands, placing his hands on your waist and twisting you so you’re facing him. “if you’re not going to be good, i’m just going to have to do this myself.” he guides you backwards so you’re laying your head against the arm of the couch. he takes one ankle and slides it off the edge of the cushion while moving the other one to rest against the back of the couch, spreading you open wide.
“are you still going to deny being turned on?” he asks, eyes on your underwear sticking to your pussy, wet patch clearly visible.
you smartly decide to stay quiet, and rafe gives a little hum of approval at your choice to no longer continue to deny, knowing the amounts of pleasure he can bring you as he pushes his thumb over where he knows your clit is, not wasting any time as he rubs it over the material.
you let out a moan, back arching off the couch as he touches you. all tiredness you previously felt from suddenly waking up in the middle of the night is going.
rafe smiles down at you, seeing his girl so easily and quickly thrown into pleasure just with one of his fingers. he moves faster, watching the wet patch grow even bigger. he drags his thumb down, pressing against the spot until his thumb presses slightly into your hole, the fabric of your underwear still acting as a barrier.
“n-no, let me take them off, please.” you beg, but it doesn’t dissuade from doing exactly what you expected, gripping your underwear with both hands and literally tearing them straight down the center like the material was tissue paper. 
you grumble something about liking that pair, and rafe calms you by pressing a kiss to your knee that’s hooked over the side of the couch. “i’ll buy you another pair.”
he kisses down your thigh, occasionally nipping at your skin until he reaches your cunt, taking a deep inhale of your scent before sticking his tongue out, lapping at your slickness as he gathers it all onto his tongue.
you try your best to keep your hips still, thighs already burning slightly from being spread so wide. you moan rafes name as his tongue slides up away from your hole and over your clit, flicking repeatedly over the sensitive bud before pulling back far too early.
you watch as rafe picks the gun up off the table, making your eyes go wide.
“my sweet princess, turned on by my gun.” he turns it over in his hand, and you don’t fail to notice that he’s left several parts on the table, probably whatever interior mechanism that makes it actually fire so his toying with it remains safe.
“who would have known that the innocent good girl i first starting dating would turn into such a slut?” he grabs the silencer off the table, slotting it onto the end of the gun. your eyes watch in fascination at his movements.
“my own personal whore. you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” rafe questions, running the tip of the silencer against your thigh, slowly dragging it closer to your center.
“you’d even let me fuck you with my gun.” his words make you gasp, coupled by the smooth metal of the silencer coming into contact with your dripping folds. it’s so cold that you can’t help the shiver that runs through your body.
rafe continues to move the silencer against you, partly to tease, partly to get it covered in your juices. “you’re gonna let me, right princess?”
rafe looks to you as you silently nod, worried if you open your mouth you’ll start to beg, beg for him to put the gun inside of you. rafe presses it against your hole, and your eyes widen at how big it feels, like two of his fingers are trying to enter you, but you’re slick enough that when you take a breath to relax, he’s able to push in, breaking the ring of your hole.
“fuck!” you whine, rafe not giving you any time to get used to the sensation as he continues pushing it inside of you, until the entire silencer is buried in your pussy, the barrel of the gun far too large to fit inside.
“just breathe.” rafe mumbles softly, wanting to continue but not wanting to hurt you. you follow his instructions, sliding your eyes closed as you get used to the foreign object.
when rafe can tell your body has calmed down, he pulls the gun out slightly, watching the way your wetness sticks to the metal before pushing it back inside of your body.
you lift your hips slightly to give some reprieve to your thigh muscles, as well as give rafe a better angle as he moves quicker, starting to thrust the gun against you.
his thumb comes back to your clit, now able to touch your bare skin and the pad of his finger feels burning hot compared to the coldness spreading from within you. rafe presses his thumb against you, keeping the intensity constant instead of rubbing. 
“there you go.” rafe smirks, “my good fucking slut.” 
his praise makes you glow, especially as your high starts to build from the way the silencer is pressing inside of you. the dirtiness of the action just pushes you even farther.
“gonna-” you warn, when suddenly rafes thumb is off your clit, the silencer halting all movement, lodged deep inside of you. 
“you ask permission to cum, slut.” rafe tells you, deciding to push you even harder.
“please, let me cum.” you beg, hands fisting the material of the couch.
“no.” rafe simply says, moving the gun again. “no, because my girl isn’t going to cum for some piece of metal. you’re going to wait until i’m done having my fun and then cum on my cock, understood?” “y-yes.” you nod, flopping your head against the couch as it repeatedly presses inside of you, your clit pulsating at the need to release everything you have inside.
“please.” you sob, feeling tears slide down your cheeks, unable to hold back your impending orgasm much longer.
rafe pulls the gun out of your, making your cry out, missing the sensation instantly. “no, no, rafe please.” you beg.
“shush!” he says, delivering a slap to your inner thigh. “if you were patient at all you’d realize i’m going to fuck you now.” you sit up, blinking your eyes open in the low lighting as rafe tugs his shirt over his head. you take the moment to unbutton your pajama top as you watch him stand, unbuttoning and sliding off his jeans and underwear at the same time.
your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, unable to control yourself as you sit up, giving your legs a reprieve from the stretch as you take him into your mouth, sucking the head of rafes cock as your eyes roll back in your head, tasting the saltiness of his precum against your tongue.
“can’t resist, can you?” rafe laughs, knowing how much of an oral fixation you have.
you hum around his cock, bobbing your head but not taking him anywhere near fully into your mouth, enjoying playing with the head of his cock with your tongue.
you kitten lick at his tip repetitively, waiting for rafe to inevitably pull you off to fuck you. he lets you have your fun for a bit longer before tapping the back of your head. 
you pull off with a satisfied smile, laying back and resuming the same position on the couch, spreading your cunt wide to show him that you’ve gotten even wetter from sucking him off.
“my pretty slut.” rafe smiles, kneeling on the couch between your legs. he grabs a throw pillow that was discarded onto the floor at some point, shoving it under your hips to raise your cunt up to the perfect angle to fuck.
rafe rubs his cock against you before jutting his hips forward, sinking fully into you in one fluid motion. you let out a curse, boobs bouncing as he immediately starts up a rhythm.
your cunt clenches tightly around him, rafes moans coming to match your own as he moves within you, feeling your tight walls, remembering that his gun was just where his cock currently is. 
he picks the gun up off the table, still gleaming with your slick. he sticks his tongue out, licking up the side. “you taste so good.” he moans, keeping his free hand on your hip to hold you in place as he thrusts.
“want to taste yourself?” he asks, but doesn’t even give you a moment to respond before pressing the silencer against your tongue, mouth already open from moaning.
you wrap your lips around the metal, indeed tasting yourself on it. you suck at the gun, keeping your eyes on rafe as you do.
rafe moans, feeling his cock swell inside of you. he would keep fucking you all night, but he can’t hold himself back any longer as he moves faster, plunging as deep inside of you as he possibly can.
“fuck, please let me cum!” you cry out, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit, your fingers not feeling as good as rafes, but doing the job.
“wait for me.” is all rafe can gasp out, watching you immediately take the gun back into your mouth after asking.
rafe lasts a few more hard thrusts before he’s releasing inside of you, and you follow quickly, rubbing yourself to completion as you feel your cunt flooding with cum.
rafe continues to gently thrust throughout your orgasms, both coming down together as he sets the gun back on the table. he collapses forward, his naked body pressing against your bare one.
“god, you really are the most perfect slut.” rafe mumbles, pressing kisses to your shoulder as he slowly pulls out, knowing his cum is going to leak all over the decorative pillow you’re sat on, liking the idea of ruining another piece of furniture from his insatiable need for you.
“love you.” you whisper, tilting your head to the side to give his hair a kiss.
rafe leans up, pressing his lips against yours in a fierce kiss, saying the words for him.
“why don’t you go upstairs and wait for me, sweetheart?” he asks, sitting up and giving you a hand to help you sit as well, your body burning as the exhaustion sets back in. “i’ll be up in a minute, i have to clean my gun again because someone got it all dirty.”
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icecreamsodaaaaa · 3 months
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hiiii maybe this thang yuor art is genuinely sososo gorgeuousg
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Hi :33 tried out a new more chibi-ish style :333
Also trying out a new watermark
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emry-stars-art · 4 months
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Can we have a kevjean mistletoe version ? (5 or 6 if you can 🫶🏻)
kevjean kisses let's gooo✨
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Requests are open until the end of Dec ‘23 💕
(And I thought the sketch was charming too so I’m adding it under the cut)
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they’re wearing matching sweaters in this one 🥰
Having a FANTASTIC time with Jean’s hair I’m so glad I get to draw him at least one more time for these
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