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feelylix · 2 years

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member: hyunjin x fem!reader rating: explicit word count: 3.6k warnings: none featuring: shy!reader, friends to lovers, “good girl,” oral sex (giving + receiving), “princess,” dirty talk, PRAISE, guided masturbation/JOI, squirting, soft dom!hyunjin, slight size kink, aftercare, my god he wants u bad, heavy breathing and more heavy breathing, fluff-ish, finger sucking, hyunjin has big hands and i wont let you forget it

synopsis: your good friend hyunjin comes over to help you clean, but he's not very helpful. good thing there's something else he can do.

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The weekend seems to go by too quickly. Friday’s already mostly gone when you arrive back at home, throwing yourself on the couch to fall right to sleep without even changing out of your work clothes. On Saturday, it’s a rotation of cartoons, your favorite junk food, trashy reality television, Japanese takeout, and true crime documentaries.

Sunday rolls around and you find yourself doing a deep clean of your apartment, letting your friend Hyunjin come over to keep you company. He agreed to come over as long as there was something in it for him. Going through the list of movies you’ve yet to see in your head, your arms begin to shake, exhausted from all the scrubbing and stretching. You glance at the clock: 4:34. You have about an hour of scrubbing and dusting left in you, and that leaves plenty of time to catch an evening movie. Vowing to just take a short break, you head to kitchen, removing your yellow gloves and idly washing your hands.

“I hate cleaning. We’ve been at this for hours, it’s so boring.” Hyunjin lies on the floor, blonde hair spread out around his face like rays of sunshine. You suppress a laugh at his use of “we,” thinking about how unproductive Hyunjin has been this entire day. A tiny ponytail holding half his hair sits atop his head like a platinum stem. He lies between the television and the couch, hands resting on his stomach, staring at the ceiling.

Back to him, you practically holler from the kitchen, “So why are you still here, exactly?” as you wipe the sweat from your forehead, pushing away whatever strands of hair that itch your eye. Your steel water bottle sits patiently on the kitchen counter, and after picking it up, you nearly chug the whole thing in one go, water dripping from the corners of your mouth. The droplets disappear at the swipe of the back of your hand, and swiftly, you turn around to see Hyunjin standing before you. “Jesus Christ. I nearly leapt out of my skin.”

Hyunjin leans in, craning his neck to your ear, and you let him, thinking he’ll do something funny. He pushes your hair behind your ear, as a smile full of anticipation creeps onto your face, hot breath hitting your skin as he whispers. “I haven’t left yet,” he circles around to the other ear, not needing to push his way through this time, “because I want to fuck you.”

Smile fading, you ruggedly swallow the spit collecting in your throat, heart accelerating while heat rises to your cheeks, breath becoming shallow and quick. He and you had been friends for about a year or so, finding each other through work. Both of you had admitted to the other that they were attractive, but nothing had come of it. And you were fine with that. This has to be a joke. Forcing a poorly disguised anxious giggle, you work up the nerve to reply, “Very funny, Hyunjin.”

“I’m not joking.” Hyunjin pulls away and tilts his head to the side, his ponytail wagging. No hesitation, no confusion on his face. No emotion. No, there was emotion, but it’s something else. Something that you haven’t seen on him before.

Shaking your head in disbelief, hoping that, like a snow globe, it would work to somehow help paint the scene, flesh out the whole picture, you say, “I don’t think I understand.”

“Do you want me to help you understand?”

Frozen, no words find their way to your lips. In fact, you’re not even sure they make it to your brain either. You just stand. Breathe.

Hyunjin bows his head into your neck once again, “Is that what you want me to do?” he whispers, the tip of his nose running along your ear, grazing over the skin there and sending a shiver down your spine. Still, you attempt to respond but all that comes out is hot air, so he bids for you again, “Hmm?”

A breathy “yes,” finally leaves your lips, and he pulls away from you, examining your face, which grows hotter with every second.

“So good for me already.” Satisfied with your response, his breath is on your lips, gaze captured by them before they meet with his. He takes your hands, dropping them on his shoulders and wraps his palms around your waist once you begin to dig your fingernails into him.

Hyunjin’s hands fumble with the hem of your shirt, yanking it off you, earning a whine when he breaks the kiss. Massive hands come up to hold either side of your face, his index fingers pressing into the skin behind your ears. He moans, and that alone nearly sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You break the kiss, panting hitting each others’ faces, “Can we take this to the bedroom?”

He doesn’t open his eyes, “Yes,” and then presses his lips, again, to yours. Separating your lips from his, you take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. Hyunjin plops down on the bed with his feet reaching the carpet, pulling you to him. Both your knees come up to straddle either side of his thighs, and like he’s suffocating without them, his lips press to yours again desperately. Sneakily, his hands find their way to the back of your bra, and you shimmy your arms through the straps while he plucks it off of you. With no time to react, his lips are already on your nipple while the free hand massages the other tit.

“Holy fuck.” you say, impressed with his efficiency.

“I’ve never wanted anyone this bad.” he breathes against your chest, now sharing the wealth of his mouth with the other nipple. You don’t doubt it with the way he’s devouring your tits. Watching his head lightly bob on each nipple makes you ooze moans and small gasps. You never knew he had wanted you like this — had never even thought of it.

“H-Hyunjin...” at the sound of his name, he looks at you and blinks once before closing his eyes again. He hums in reply, earning another strained gasp from you. “I want to...see you.” he remains sucking for another few moments before withdrawing his mouth, placing a deep kiss to your neck, finally meeting you eye-to-eye.

“You see me now.” a hand comes up to cradle one side of your face, and he tilts his head to match yours.

“That’s not what I mean,” his eyes are running all over your face, “I want to see something el-”

“Say it, and I’ll show you.” he whispers that last part, to say it’s for your ears only.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, eyebrows pulling together in hesitation and embarrassment. You almost plead him not to be like this, not to be a tease, but you're sure your panties are already soaked, so you give in. “I want to see your cock... Please.”

He smiles appreciatively, “What a good girl.”

Your eyes flutter closed at this. Please, dear god.

Fully aware he saw your attempt to collect yourself, you embarrassedly climb off of him, and he leans away from you before shifting his weight to unzip his jeans. Gulping down the lump in your throat, you stand in front of him while he sits on the bed, awkwardly staring at your feet. “Watch me.” he invites, and once you do, he drags the boxers down his thighs, and then to his legs before discarding them to the side. His tawny cock bounces against his stomach as it’s freed, standing, eagerly awaiting. Taking in the length and girth, it’s the biggest you’ve seen in person yet. Curved slightly upwards, the tip is moist. You can’t ignore how you shake a little with anticipation.

One of his hands finds yours as you croak, “I don’t... I don’t think it’ll fit.” At the sound of this admission, his eyes fall shut for a moment. Then he spits generously into the palm of your hand, and then guides it to his cock. You fall to your knees in front of him, fingers not even wrapping all the way around him. Hyunjin sighs, leading your hand to stroke the length of his cock, and lies back on the bed, other hand supporting his weight. The hand supporting yours wavers, and then withdraws completely. The sensation of your hand moving on its own causes Hyunjin to groan loudly as he throws his head back. His eyes are closed when you decide to work up a bit of courage and lean into him, pressing your lips to the tip of his cock. His mouth falls open in a long, crude moan.

“Shit,” he says, and your hair is gathered up into a messy ponytail, allowing you to take more into your mouth. You like this more than you expected. Not having to look him directly in the eyes is doing wonders for your courage. Saliva falls from the corners of your mouth, further lubricating Hyunjin’s cock. You attempt to take more and end up nearly gagging. “You don’t have to take it all the way,” he whispers, “you’re doing so good.”

If you weren��t before, you are very sure now that your panties are soaked.

Hyunjin lets your hair fall to rid himself of his shirt, and you push whatever strands of it you can out of your face. Hyunjin calls your name, hand running up and down your arm, “Hey.”

You pull your lips off him with “pop!” and you look at each other for a brief moment, his eyes twinkling. “Can I see you?” You do a shit job of hiding your excitement, frantically removing your sweatpants, earning a chuckle from Hyunjin. You elect to leave your thong on — if he wants it off, he’ll have to put in the work.

“You wanna be a good girl for me?” he asks, drinking in the flesh of your thighs. Nodding, you bite the inside of your lip. “You’re suddenly so shy!” he laughs, pushing hair from your face. Offering him a soft smile, you’re unsure if it’s embarrassment or anticipation that’s got you acting this way. He continues on anyway, “Get on all fours, princess.”

It doesn’t take long for you to do so. The soft sheets cradle your palms and knees while you take a couple of deep breaths. Facing the wall, you could have sworn your heart was beating hard enough to make the bed vibrate. “Jesus,” he says, pushing aside your thong with his thumb to see your folds. "You’re so wet, I think I’ll drown.”

“Please,” is all you can manage, begging for him to do something, anything. You’re on all fours aching to be touched, fucked, kissed, and grabbed while he merely inspects you.

His abdomen hugs your back; he’s bent over you as he whispers in your ear, “Use your words, baby.”

“Please. Eat me out,” you whine, desperation seeping from your voice when you speak his name, “Hyunjin.”

“How could I say no when you ask so nicely?” he kisses the back of your shoulder before making his way down to your waist, grabbing the sides of your thong and working them over the swell of your hips until you have to separately lift each knee off the bed to get them off. Wordlessly, the pads of his fingers gently push down on the skin between your shoulder blades, and you understand what he wants. You go from all fours to both palms pressed to the front of your shoulders, tits against the mattress, ass sticking up in the air. “Good girl,” he coos.

Readying yourself for what’s to come, you take in a deep breath. Hyunjin’s enormous hands come up to seize both your hips. First you feel his hot breath against your cunt, and then fire the next. No amount of deep breaths could have prepared you for this. A cry escapes from your throat, followed by a series of moans. Licking as ferociously as his wild blonde mane would have you believe him to be, the tip of his tongue juts out to tap your clit every so often, sending you whining. Like a man left in the desert to die, he laps up your juices like it’s an oasis.

“You tafe so goouh.” his words come out muffled by your folds, vibrations sending you closer to the peak of an orgasm. Your hips begin to buck into the chasm of his mouth, sending his fingernails digging into the skin on your hips. The pressure’s building, and unsure if he’s aware, you tell him you’re about to cum, so as to allow him time to pause.

“I want you to cum,” he slurps against your drooling cunt, squeezing his fingers in between your thighs to abuse your clit, and that’s enough. Hyunjin hums noisily as you finish, wet sucking noises echoing off the walls, sending lightning bolts of bliss across your body. Crying out, you carelessly push your cunt farther into him, riding both his face and your high. A string of noises leave your lips, babbling about how good his tongue feels and other things you’re unable to recall as soon as they’re spoken. The whole room is red, and your head feels heavy. Hyunjin swallows your orgasm, grunting.

He crawls up the bed to join you, and you slump to the side to face him, breathless, with heavy eyelids as you observe him finishing what’s left of you on his fingers. Spending a minute or two recovering, the twitching finally subsides, surprising yourself when you straddle him at once. Hyunjin’s hand reaches up to hold the side of your face when you dive in to kiss him after what’s felt like years, the taste of you still on his tongue. Your palms lay flat against his abdomen while his cock twitches against your ass. Fist full of your hair, he suddenly jerks you away from him, and you hiss a little from the pain, air fixed in your lungs. You don’t know how or when his hand got there, but he leaves you no time to speculate when he says, “I need to be inside of you soon or I’m gonna go insane.”

“I’m yours to take,” you inform him, feeling good that now for the first time, he is begging for you. A wicked grin flashes across his face when he flips you over, your back hitting the mattress.

“Do you have condoms?” his eyebrow lifts, and he glances down at himself.

“Top drawer of the nightstand,” you tell him, and then he retreats from the bed, propping open the drawer and pushing around all the junk you’ve thrown in there. Swallowing hard, the realization of what’s to come hits you, and you adjust against the sheets, wondering what the best angle is for getting fucked by Hyunjin. You won’t have to wonder for much longer.

Withdrawing the condom from the package, he slides it on effortlessly, leaving you curious as to how often he does this. But more importantly, your cunt aches from thinking about the amount of experience he has, especially since what he’s shown so far is impressive. He kneels in between your legs, spreading them wider, taking his wrapped cock in his hand, and you make note of how he’s able to fit his whole hand around himself. “You ready?”

“I-I think so.” you try not to let your stuttering bother you too much, but you at least hope the nervousness will come across as cute.

Hyunjin smiles tenderly at your response, and you find that the comparison of this momentary innocence to his thirsty cock waiting at your leaking pussy makes you strikingly horny.

Before he can proceed, you exclaim, “Wait!” He blinks in response at your sudden outburst, and you reach up to his head, gently tugging the elastic band out of his hair. Your hands divide the strands of hair to fall around his face, combing your fingers through his locks, unable to ignore how he’s looking at you with a combination of warmth and fervor.

He shifts himself so that he’s kneeling again, taking your hands with him, kissing the back of both palms before taking two of your fingers in his mouth. Tongue scissoring between the index and middle digits, Hyunjin watches for your reaction with clouded eyes, moaning around them. He’s now holding your one wrist with both of his hands, searing mouth swallowing around your fingers. “My god.” is all you can say, the words coming out louder than you intended.

“I’m gonna fuck that tight little pussy.” voice drenched with lust, his eyes fall closed, sucking your fingers dry before pulling them from his lips. He licks a stripe along those two fingers, guiding them to your cunt. You distribute the wetness around your folds, knowing it doesn’t need to be any wetter, but suspecting that Hyunjin wanted a fragment of himself on your cunt since he can’t leave it stuffed with cum.

The head of his cock finally pushes its way in, slowly sheathing itself inside of you. “Aa-ahh...” a broken cry leaves his lips, “Oh, fuck!” Gasping, you take him bit by bit, and when he’s all in, his entire body presses against yours. He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, “You’re doing so well, princess.” Cunt still adjusting, you try to relax your breathing, panting from the intense pressure in your pelvis. Hyunjin hovers over you for several moments, neither of you speaking, just breathing together, eyes closed.

“Okay,” you manage to say; and he understands. He pulls out his cock entirely, and you catch a glimpse of it, wondering once again, how all that was fitting inside of you, before he slowly thrusts all the way back in once again. And then again. And again. And again. Soon enough, his cock is thrusting in and out of your sopping wet pussy at a decent pace. “Hyunjin...” you moan, barely phased when he folds both your thighs against your torso, legs sticking up in the air. Groaning, he cusses loudly as he continues to shove his cock in and out of you, this new angle only fanning the flame.

“You’re taking me so well,” he says before muttering something in Korean that you can only guess is a curse word. Both of his hands grip the back of your thighs so hard that you’re concerned they’ll bruise. “Play with it.” he commands, and mindlessly, your hand immediately comes up to play with your clit, arm finding its way between your thighs flush against your chest. Hyunjin towers above you, roughly fucking you into the mattress as his knuckles go white from clutching your skin so tightly, leaving you a moaning, whimpering mess.

Blonde locks falling into his face, pain flashes across his features while he grunts before a sending a hearty, “Goooood girl,” straight to your clit.

Both heaving, moisture slicked bodies stuck together, work in tandem, until all that is left is two beings delivering pleasure to the other. With the friction of his cock drilling into your g-spot and with the circles you’re rubbing on your clit, you cum. Hard. Your vision nearly goes white as you look down to watch yourself squirt all over Hyunjin’s stomach, a fountain of clear liquid coating him and dampening the sheets beneath. He grunts once more, eyebrows knitting themselves together, tearing his cock quickly from your hole, emptying you in more ways than one. Frantically, he rips the condom off of himself, releasing the abundance of his sweltering cum on your stomach, widened eyes fixed on your cunt. Both of you are speechless, the dry, hoarse panting speaking on its own. Your head hurts.

You rest against the mattress, feeling pressure in the crown of your head vanish gradually as you sense Hyunjin get up from the bed, hearing the condom fall in the trash. You think you doze off for a short while, waking from a warm cloth suddenly pressing against your stomach. Head lifting lazily, Hyunjin smiles, knowing you’re watching but not returning the gaze, as he wipes up what’s left of tonight’s endeavors. After, he wraps cloth around his cock and wipes your remaining dripping fluid from his torso.

Your head falls back against the sheets, exhausted, smiling.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” he declares, and turn your head to the side to watch him approach the bed, now carrying your enormous fluffy blanket. You notice some of his hair is stuck to the sides of his face, and wonder if that’s just sweat or some of your juices from earlier, too.

Your voice comes out gravelly, “I didn’t know either.”

Amused, he chuckles, the mattress shifting to one side as he puts his weight on it. Appreciative that he didn’t make you get up to properly fall asleep under the sheets, he fiddles with the blanket before it falls over you. He collapses onto his back, lying beside you, and turns his head to meet your gaze. “That was...”

“Amazing.” you announce, unable to remember when you’d enjoyed yourself that much, albeit solo player mode or otherwise.

“It was.” Hyunjin grins, smile reaching his eyes. You slither closer to him, hooking one leg over his, pressing your head to his shoulder. One arm lays across his chest, the other folded beneath you. His long arm wraps around you, chin resting against the top of your head. “I really hate cleaning.”

“You barely even cleaned...” you trail off because he shushes you before you can start, followed by a fit of laughter.

“I cleaned you up. That counts, right?” he kisses the top of your head gingerly.

But you don’t really want to fight. You want to give in. So you do.

“Fine, it counts.”

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #stray kids #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #skz #hwang hyunjin smut #leo wrote this #fic #1k

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intotheelliwoods · 2 months

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This is Part 2! Part 1 can be found here...

Sprout... hey Sprout... we love you Sprout... we wish only the best for you, you are doing amazing Sprout. I promise you will feel better after your much needed breakdown here <3 we are all cheering you on

Apologies for the cliffhanger, we will check in with Poptart sometime soon~

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#tw implied sibling death #cw implied sibling death #implied character death #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #leonardo hamato #I have been waiting for this update for so long.....#I wrote 75% of the dialogue back in August 2023....#6 months ago!#I am probably going to self rb this update later #I am very happy with it-#after this though sprout is def going to be more cheery #2 arms left #<- haha oops forgor au tag

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turtleblogatlast · 1 month

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[ cw: nightmares / trauma / ]

Post-invasion, Mikey sneaks into Leo’s room and when asked by Leo what the problem was, Mikey just smiles and says since he’s awake and knew Leo would be too, he didn’t want either of them alone. Leo laughs and lets Mikey stick around, both of them clumped together on Leo’s bed, watching grainy compilations of old Lou Jitsu commercials on Leo’s phone.

Technically, Mikey didn’t lie. He just didn’t explain everything that led him to Leo’s room. He didn’t explain the nightmare of his arms burning up too bright, too fast, destroyed before Raph and Donnie have a chance to help. He didn’t explain how he woke up with a wail caught in his throat, phantom pain in his arms and chest alike chasing away any semblance of exhaustion. He didn’t explain how his mind made sure he knew, vividly, that if one thing went wrong with his portal, then he would have never seen Leo again.

He didn’t explain, and he didn’t have to. Leo knows his brothers better than he knows himself, and Mikey has always been easy to read. So it’s no trouble to let Mikey know that he’s still with them, that Leo is here and alive with everyone else. And when Mikey finally regains his exhaustion and falls asleep leaning against Leo, Leo simply maneuvers him into a more comfortable position and stays by his side.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t go to sleep - not that he could, anyway. He just mindlessly scrolls on his phone, the soft snores of his little brother filling the room. He stays in place, awake, because he wants to be sure that when Mikey wakes up again it’s to the immediate sight that Leo is alive and well and home.

And, if Leo’s bring honest, that’s a reminder not just for Mikey’s sake.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rise mikey #rise leo #portal pals #one of my favorite things about Mikey is how self assured he really is not only in his skills but in his sense of self #but no matter how confident you are how much faith in yourself and others you have anyone can be struck by what ifs #and trauma isn’t so easily brushed over #so I can easily see Mikey struggling occasionally with the notion that ah. I did it. but what if I didn’t.#bros the worlds best mystic warrior in part because he can do real miracles #but miracles are only thought to be so because they’re near impossible feats #and with the knowledge that he is capable of opening timelines…I wonder if a part of Mikey fears falling into one where he failed #now - Mikey is not one to get wrapped up in insecurity he really isn’t #but for something so important and such a possible fear? at the very least I can see his subconscious manifesting a nightmare or two #most likely more - he’s a kid after all #they all are #ANYWAY love this duo lol #almost positive I wrote something similar to this wayyyyyy long ago but bleh I’ll write it again idc idc

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gh0stlyscooter · 2 years

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Fanart for Neopetskid fic Two Birds

t/cest Do Not Interact :)

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shikai-the-storyteller · 3 months

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I've been thinking a lot about Leonarda's not-death ever since it happened back in April.

("What death?" you might ask, to which I say: "EXACTLY!")

Back in mid-April, Vegetta and Leonarda were mining together in a one-block wide tunnel. A mob (a Petriman) got between the two of them, and Vegetta told Leonarda to step back while he took care of it. At this point, they'd spent enough time together that he trusted Leo to listen to him.

Instead, she was killed by the same sweeping edge bug that killed her siblings.

Vegetta's reaction here is what's really interesting to me. Unlike most other parents on the Island, there are no shouts or tears – only a very brief "Hmm" and then silence. He very quietly takes stock of the situation, saying "Vegetta, no" and wondering aloud why Leo didn't defend herself. In chat, Foolish says "It was a bug, right? LAG" to which Vegetta slowly responds "Yes, lag. Bug." (Despite this, Foolish still asks "WHAT HAPPENED" in chat, though Vegetta doesn't reply).

Instead, he creates a slightly wider space in the tunnel where Leo's body is. He continues quietly taking stock of the situation, wondering why Leo didn't defend herself (which is what necessitated his intervention). She'd been lagging a lot that day, and he figures that must be the cause, and eventually when Leo re-appears out of thin air in the middle of the cave and collects her stuff, she confirms that the lag got to her and that's why she didn't fight the mob.

Now here's where things get interesting:

Vegetta checks the tab list. Online, it's just him, Leonarda, Roier, and Foolish. He quietly tells Leonarda "The body has already disappeared, and without a body, there is no crime. Nothing is happening. Did you die?" Leo shakes her head, and Vegetta shakes his head too, and in the kind voice he uses sometimes with Leo, he says: "I believe you have not died. Where is the body? It isn't anywhere, no mija. If it was a mistake, it was a mistake."

Leo says: "I saw Diosito (God) pa, and I was scared. God, what am I doing here?" and Vegetta laughs, telling her it's alright. Leo says "No pasa nada (don't worry / nothing happened)" and Vegetta says: "And the people who are watching us have not seen it either." To Foolish and Roier, he messages: "Secreto."

And the funniest thing about this is it worked.

Not a single person spoke about it. I saw this entire event go down live and I didn't see a WHISPER of what transpired among fans. I can't even remember if the QSMP official accounts talked about it (they sure didn't mention it in Vegetta's recap of the day). We could discuss this in meta terms of course– Leo was having known lag issues that day, Vegetta's beloved by the admins so of course they're willing to turn a blind eye rather than slap a "?" over Leonarda's life on the Eggstatistics, but meta talk isn't what I'm interested in here.

I'm interested in q!Vegetta, the weird "god-adjacent" aura he's got, and the way the universe bends to his will.

Before he took a break from the server, Rubius seemed to be a caretaker for the Eggs who died (for example, he was present when Maxo, Quackity, and Mariana & Slime said their final goodbyes to Trumpet, Tilin, and JuanaFlippa). Because of his role as an "angel" and some of his dialogue during the early days of the server, it's not a stretch to say he probably came to collect any Egg who lost a life. I can imagine he did the same when he saw Leonarda die – that is, until Vegetta said "And the people who are watching us have not seen it either." Realistically, we know Vegetta was saying this to Chat (and possibly the admins as well), but again, we're looking at this from an "in-universe" perspective.

I wonder if Vegetta was aware of Rubius' role, and this was his way of telling Rubius "No. I won't allow that to happen." We know Rubius has a soft-spot for Vegetta (and we also know that Rubius was cast out of heaven several months later) so it makes me wonder if these two instances are connected.

Either way, this isn't the first time the laws of the QSMP universe have bent for Vegetta, and I certainly don't think it'll be the last.

Rubius or no, Leo didn't die that day.

Vegetta made sure of it.

#i talk #QSMP talk #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #I FOUND IT #I wrote this post TWO MONTHS AGO #MAYBE LONGER!!!#I had clips and links prepared but I have no idea where those went #I'm not gonna bother saving this as a draft and risk losing it again #I have nearly 70000 drafts on my main blog but by some miracle this got saved in my art blogs' drafts instead #than the stars #Anyways. Leo was killed by a whale a few days later because Foolish was in the bathroom lmao #''powerful god-adjacent man who bends the laws of the universe'' vs. ''man whose entire life is a series of sitcom episodes''#I still really want to write out that ''QSMP genre'' thought I had ages ago. It's still relevant and always will be relevant #but anyways #I wrote this months ago on very little sleep but DANG. It's a banger.#I miss writing analysis stuff I wish I was in a headspace where I could do this more like I used to #QSMP analysis

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hyperfizationss · 7 months

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Hi there! So first of all, I love your content, especially for mutant mayhem! I just read through your wills and wonts and it gave me a request idea. Could you please do the mm turtles reacting to their girlfriend dying their hair to match them? Thank you sm<3

Request by @maybedontdothat

𝗠𝗺 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀/𝗼 𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘀

𝙻𝚎𝚘💙

-Leo already thought you were his soulmate, but this is made him like head over heels in love

-when you say down in first period with blue hair he literally had no clue what was going on. He actually pinched himself because he thought he was in a dream.

-Bum bum bum bum bum bum and she cried over nothing so there was nothing I could do to stop her from cutting her beautiful blue hair off bum bum bum bum bum bum

-you didn’t say anything to him first period. He didn’t even know you were planning on dying your hair.

-It was a complete surprise to him, and he freaking loved it.

-Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss, kiss kiss

-Need I say more

-“is that for me” he asked nervously “ no totally not” she said sarcastically

-He’s not a big fan of change by any means but he’s freaking loved your hair. It’s the one time he thought change was good that and when they were kinda excepted into the human world.

𝗥𝗮𝗽𝗵❤️

-bro got so rizzed.he knew it was for him he Almost fainted to,his little Brain just went:🫣

-he resulted back to caveturtle,no words out grunts of happiness

-bro,wouldn’t let go off you,the whole time he was just kinda on your side

“Babe,you don’t have the next class with me”

“I do now”

-he wouldn’t let go,he got his schedule changed too

-it’s like a constant reassurance to him that you like him and you don’t think he’s some kind of freak

ԃσηηวє 💜

-let me start off by saying like the other tow he was not stunned,he was legit so amazed.he thought you looked cool,and bold!

-he immediately gave you a list of anime characters you could display that had purple hair,he was so excited

-he literally couldn’t take his yes of you,it was just to cool 😎 he honestly thought you were like such a badass and that you looked so cool

-literally learned how to do hair because of this,he wanted to see every single hairstyle on you.

“Damn,wish I had hair,you look so kewl😢”

“Do you want a wig or smt?”

-and that’s how Donnie got a wig

ɱıƙɛყ🧡

-ha ginger

-anyways…..

-he actually made more ginger jokes than I did,but nonetheless he loved it.again like raph he saw you in the hallway and he immediately screamed in happiness and ran up to hug you.

-happy boy,happy boy

-but bro why would you wanna be a ginger?

-BY CHOICE TO!?

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴💗💗💗💗💗

I’ve been real tired due to school(8th grade is kicking my ass😣) and I’m sorry for not posting much

I’ve just been tired but except some new content anytime now

#fanfic #tmnt x reader #mm x reader #Mikey x reader #donnie x reader #raph x reader #leo x reader #leonardo x reader #raphael x reader #donatello x reader #mikelangelo x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtle headcanons #teenage mutant ninja turtles mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #mutant mayhem x reader #Leo’s part would have been so long if my impulsive thoughts didn’t kick in and I wrote tv girl songs #I would never dye my hair orange btw #I have enough gingers in my family

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xnorthstar3x · 3 months

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Tmnt Headcanons

Leo

NSFW content ahead minors dni

Fem! Reader mentions of clit pussy core ect;(I’m so awkward)

Everything Leo did he strives for perfection. In his training he wouldn’t quit until he’d performed the move beautifully. His perfectionist attitude also extended to you. When he had his first kiss with you he would continue until you were drunk from his kisses. Until you could no longer comprehend anything else going on.

Which is why he was currently burying his face between your folds. He had made the first move on you and when he began eating you out he strived for perfection. What is perfection you ask?

Making sure you forget your own name.

He was definitely achieving this goal no doubt.

The only sounds coming from your lips were either his name, or some form of vowel sound as a product of your pleasure.

With each mention of his name he gave a heart throbbing suck to your clit. Drawing you closer and closer to your climax. He added a finger in your core to which he deemed stretched you out beautifully. His digits were soaked and he moaned a little as he gave your sex a kiss not unlike he would if he were making out with you.

That’s what it felt like. It felt like he was making out with your pussy. His lips long ago found a rhythm that made your legs feel weak and shake as if you had ran a 10k.

“Say it again, who can make you feel this good?”

Needless to say he did make you forget your name as well as loose consciousness.

#northstarscorner #x reader #tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2012 #tmnt leo #tmnt 2007 #bayverse tmnt #tmnt smut #Leo x reader #Leo x reader smut #I wrote this at work

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leglessstreetlights · 5 months

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#rottmnt #three sided coin au #3sc #three sided coin #rottmnt future au #peepaw multiverse #future leo #rottmnt fanart #wrote this abt how everything in the world is arguably a circle #like w molecules n shit #and it felt fitting for the blorbos

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sugarpasteltmnt · 11 days

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Okay silliness aside… I love to think of the raw ANGST of TNV-Leo meeting @intotheelliwoods ‘s Poptart and Sprout.

Have a few little headcanons below but they’re a little Spoopy so proceed with caution

(cw for blood, self-harm, a little bit of body horror and Leo being a smug jerk)

For a darker take on TNV-Leo’s reaction to meeting the 2AL Leo and Future Leo… I’d imagine TNV-Leo would be very, very, very envious.

He’d be absolutely sick with jealousy. All he’d be able to think about was the fact that they got out. They succeeded when he couldn’t. Even Sprout, even though he came from the bad future, he was a leader everyone relied on. He was responsible. Strong. Unlike TNV-Leo.

And if Poptart and Sprout had a violent/terrified reaction to his Krang parasite, TNV-Leo would get great satisfaction out of it. A petty sense of revenge. Much like a sibling getting back at another for something silly. (At least, that’s how TNV Leo would feel about it— he wasn’t totally malicious, but he also doesn’t grasp the scope of just how scary this reveal was.)

And with TNV-Leo’s messed-up-noodle, it would be hard for him to register that they were real. That they were their own selves from another universe rather than a hallucination like he thought they were—

Perhaps it was out of sense of spite. Perhaps it was out of a sense of wanting what they had. Or simply wanting to feel like he belonged too—

But I could see him making a spectacle of cutting off his arm (like in that one chapter). Slicing it off with his Krang tail, cheekily commenting that now they all ‘matched’ 🩵

#sorry this is rushed i wrote it at work between meetings lol #ALSO SORRY IF THAT’S TOO MUCH??#but that’s just My Guy’s Brand #or Leo can just break the fourth wall and show off the Poptart Keychain ‘he’ (aka I) have lol #body horror #cw self harm #cw blood #tmnt au competition 2024 #pastel prattling

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nights-flying-fox · 7 months

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Mystic Sickness Part 1

This is based on @turtleblogatlast 's post about mystic sickness idea :D Hope you like it!!!

Word Count: 2178 ☆ Fandom: rottmnt ☆ Warnings: a brief mention of throwing up, nothing else i can think of ^^ ☆ AO3 Link: N/A

Raph has had his bad mornings. He had been sick from overworking too. With how he felt today, he could tell it was a mix of both.

Except it turned out there was more than that. It must be, or else why would a clone of himself stare at him like that?

Raph yelped as he fell from the bed. "What the-?!"

His copy didn't seem to care. It lay on his bed, not even looking at Raph. The turtle blinked in confusion. That was definitely his own ninpo copy. Why was it here, and why was it moving like that? Raph tried to focus and control it, just like he always did, but he failed. The copy still lay on the bed.

He stared at him. Raph was too tired for that, not to mention how early it was-

"AH-"

Raph turned around. "Leo?"

There was nobody else in his room though.

"Is this some sort of joke?" Raph grunted. "If so, Raph's going back to bed and leavin' you to deal with today's plans alone. All day."

"RAPH NO-"

He turned around again, looking everywhere searching for his brother. Again, nothing.

"I am really not in the mood for pranks-"

Suddenly Leo appeared in front of him, "RAPH HELP I-" and disappeared.

Raph looked at the empty spot where a second ago his brother stood. First his own copy, now Leo. What was going on?

"RAAAAAPH!!"

Raph groaned, “WHAT IS IT DONNIE?”

“WHAT THE HECK ARE YOUR COPIES DOING?!”

His copies? Raph glanced at his copy on his bed before leaving his room and heading to the living room. He had many ideas, most of them nonsense considering his tired and hazy mind. But nothing could’ve prepared him for this:

Many copies of himself running around, accidentally breaking some stuff, some sitting in random places... Donnie was standing at the other entrance, looking tired and angry. Pissed off even.

He noticed Raph looking. “Dear brother, may you explain what is going on during such an early hour that you have decided bring out a whole army of yous?”

“It is not me...” Raph mumbled as he walked towards Donnie, not being able to look away from the chaos going on in the room.

“They are your copies though. Can’t you control them?” Donnie pointed out. “Genuinely asking. I am too tired to be salty.”

“I tried but it is not working.” Raph tried again, failing. Then gave his full attention to Donnie, “You are tired too?”

“I suspect I have caught a cold.” He nodded.

“Me too. I’ve been feeling down since I woke up.”

“Groan. It better not be some sort of illness.” Donnie said.

“As long as it is not rat flu, it will be okay.” Raph reassured.

Donnie shuddered. “Rat flu. Let’s forget about the failure and move on to our current problem.”

“Cold or them?” Raph asked.

“...” Donnie stared at nothing before answering. A usual sign of Donnie being sick. “Yes.”

“Okay, okay. Sickness. Leo has the most knowledge about this.” Raph said out loud. “I’ll go and ask him.”

“Mhm.” Donnie had already begun walking towards the kitchen.

Raph started walking towards Leo’s room, ignoring the messy hallway. Since when did they have all that stuff and who was responsible for this mess? Probably his clones... When he reached to the room, “Leo?” he called. He received no reply. Raph didn’t bother asking again. He walked in, not caring about Leo’s upcoming protests. Except there was none because Leo wasn’t in there. “What?..”

Oh. Right, he had seen Leo for a second in his room for a second. He had appeared and disappeared as if teleporting. But Raph didn’t remember seeing his katanas. He glanced around and saw the swords near his bed on the ground. He was right.

What did this mean?.. What was going on this morning?? Raph began getting annoyed with whatever was going on. Not to mention how anxious he started feeling not finding Leo in his room. Where was he?

Maybe he was with Mikey. Maybe they were doing some stupid prank.

Raph a bit faster from before left the room and began walking towards Mikey’s room. Normally Mikey would be up, making breakfast. But if he and Donnie were right, he should be in his room resting. As he stepped into Mikey’s room, he hopped to see him and Leo doing some sort of mischief.

Instead, he found Mikey levitating, golden chains around him, asleep.

“What the shell?!”

Mikey yawned, blinking. “Mmmmmorning Raphie!” He smiled, being the morning person he was. “Is there any possibility you let me sleep a bit more?”

“Mikey, you are flying.”

“What?”

“Look around, Mike.”

Mikey did. In a second his expression shifted from confused to shocked to excited to panicked. “I AM FLYING!”

“THAT’S WHAT I AM SAYING!” Raph yelled. “GET BACK TO THE GROUND NOW.”

“I DON’T KNOW HOW TO!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW?!”

“Boys, what is all this yelling for?..” Raph heard Splinter’s voice come from behind. Then he heard a gasp. “ORANGE WHY ARE YOU LEVIATING?”

“I have no idea.” Mikey answered. He noticed the chains around him, “Oooh I also have no idea what these are but cool.”

Raph took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. First things first. Pops, have you seen Leo?”

“Uh- no. No, I haven’t.” Splinter turned his attention to Raph, less surprised and more worried.

“Mikey, did you see him?”

“Nope!”

So Leo was lost. Don’t panic Raph. He is probably somewhere around here, he thought. “I’ll text April.”

“Red, is everythin—”

Suddenly, just like how it happened in Raph’s room, Leo appeared in the room. He looked very puzzled, tired, annoyed, and a bit panicked. Before Raph could be sure, Leo disappeared again.

His voice, however, was heard from another room. “COME ON!!”

And then from another room, they heard him again. Raph couldn’t make up the words but he sounded irritated.

“Was that Leo?” Mikey asked.

“Yes.” Raph answered, still very confused.

“Where did he go?”

“I don’t know.”

“Boys, what is going on?” Splinter sounded serious.

Raph sadly didn’t have a proper answer. “That’s what I am trying to figure out.” He sighed. “Can you check Donnie? He is in the kitchen and said that he felt sick too.”

“I will be waiting you two there.” Splinter nodded. “I’ll look around for Blue on the way.”

“CAN SOMEONE—”

Leo’s voice came from his room.

“—HELP ME—”

This time from somewhere closer.

“I think I can handle him.” Raph said.

Splinter smiled, “I’ll make you chicken soup.”

“Thanks Dad.”

As Splinter left, Raph reached for Mikey. Grabbing his blanket, he pulled him closer to him. Mikey watched him with sleepy eyes. “Raphie, can we sleep more?”

“No, Big Man. We need to help Leo first, and then we need to eat something.” Raph said softly, walking out of the room meanwhile. Mikey huffed but didn’t protest. Raph decided to find Leo following his voice: “Leo? Where are you?”

“RAPH! Bathroom—” Suddenly his voice was cut. Then continued from somewhere else, “Never mind. I-” Another pause. The Leo calmly yelled, “I’ll go insane.”

“What’s happening?” Raph shouted.

“I keep teleported-” “-without wanting-” “-to every second.”

“That sounds bad.”

“You don’t say-” “DONNIE IS THA-” “THAT WAS MY MUG!!”

At least Leo didn't teleport out of the lair.

"I think we should call Draxum." Mikey hummed, somehow unbothered.

"Wha- why?" Splinter's reaction hadn't changed even after everything.

"He knows about mystic stuff." Mikey said lazily. It reminded Raph of how he was when he had eaten one of the poisoned pizza puffs.

"You think this is because of a mystic problem?" Raph asked.

"I know it is because of a mystic problem." Mikey confirmed.

"How?"

"Can't you feel it? Hm?"

Raph wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel. Donnie leaned towards them, goggles on his eyes. "He is right. There is something wrong with our mystic energies."

"I'm calling Draxum." Raph announced.

"Already on it." Donnie interrupted. He, from out of nowhere, had found his phone and was calling the yokai.

"Please tell me you're solving this." Leo appeared next to Raph, not looking good.

"We're calling Draxum." Mikey smiled.

"Oh good, because I- hrk-"

Luckily before he could throw up, he disappeared.

"We need you here. No, we didn't put the world in danger. We aren't dying either. No, we aren't calling you so you can cook us your new abomination. Abomination as a strange creature made of food, i.e. Sloppy Joseph. No, I'm not talking about your food. Yes. There's a problem with our ninpo. Okay, goodbye." Donnie put the phone on the table. "He'll be here soon."

"Good… Donnie, what's that?" Raph pointed at the tech that wasn't on the table a second ago.

"Ah. A piece for my new project. Why?"

"When did you bring it here?"

"...I didn't."

"What do you mean I didn't?"

Donnie raised a brow. "I didn't bring it here. I was thinking about it and it appeared."

"Appeared?"

Donnie shrugged.

"Since when do things appear when you think of them, Dee?" Raph questioned.

"That's a talent of mine, dear Raphael. My ninpo is very unique in comparison to yours–" Donnie began explaining.

"Since when do they appear without you controlling them?" Raph corrected his own question.

"Ah. Yes, that would be… since last night."

"And you didn't think of telling us?" Raph was losing his patience, to be honest.

"I didn't think it would be a problem." Donnie admitted.

Raph wanted to break the table. "You thought it wouldn't be a problem." He repeated. "And what if you accidentally create something deadly?"

"Come on Raph, he creates something deadly all the time." Mikey chimed in. "Like pipe bombs."

"Mikey, don't!" But Raph was too late. A pipe bomb was formed next to Donnie's mug.

"None of us is dumb enough to use a pipe bomb, we will be fine." Donnie stated. Then took a sip from his tea.

Raph wasn't sure about that. He trusted his brothers, but he also knew how much of a trouble they could be.

Leo appeared among them again. "Dee, I'd suggest you not enter your lab." He said tiredly.

"Nardo, what did you do to my lab?" Donnie looked at him with a mixture of horror and anger.

"Adiós." He made a peace sign and disappeared again.

Donnie immediately opened his phone to check the cameras inside his laboratory. Raph could see the fury in his eyes. Maybe Leo was lucky to be teleported every second, now that he got on Donnie's hit list.

Splinter put bowls of chicken soup in front of them, "You boys look terrible."

"Thanks." Raph sighed.

"You'll feel much better after my delicious soup." He said. "Now, only if Blue could join us…"

The soup was warm and smelled delicious. Raph couldn't wait to taste it. He would already, if he hadn't noticed his copy coming in. Ninpo Raph walked towards them, stood by them, then took the pipe bomb and ran.

"What the-?! HEY STOP!" Raph got up and ran after him, leaving Mikey to float again.

He chased his clone back to the living room, but it was hard to catch yourself. Especially in a room full of yourself. He stopped, trying to find which one was the right clone. When he did, he was leaving towards the bathroom. Raph didn't waste time following him. Before he reached him though, someone made his copy trip and fell.

"This yours, Boss Man?" Leo asked.

"Yep." And with a punch, poof the copy disappeared. "Thanks."

"Save me some soup." Leo said before getting teleported again.

"I will." Raph sighed, taking the pipe bomb from the ground. He could hide it in his room for now. Then go back and drink some soup so he can focus on the situation better when Draxum arrives. Perfect plan.

He quickly walked to his room, found a nice place to hide it, and proceeded to grab his mask and stuff. Then he remembered the transceivers Donnie had put on their gear. They could use this to communicate with Leo! If only Leo can stand in a place for a moment. Raph still thought it was worth a try, so he went to Leo’s room to get his stuff as well before returning to the kitchen.

Donnie had dozed off on the table with a few weapons and tech things that Raph didn’t know their names around him. Mikey was still floating, also sleeping. He seemed to be fine though. Splinter was enjoying his own bowl of soup. Raph sat down and finally tasted the soup. It was delicious, as always, even though it wasn’t warm anymore.

“Did you boys mess up with somebody evil again?” Splinter asked Raph.

“No, we were training and patroling the past few days.” He answered. “That’s what I don’t understand too.”

“Hmm...”

“Don’t worry, Pops. I am sure it is something Draxum can explain. Then we can fix it all at once and then rest.”

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feelylix · 2 years

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some kind of a sleepover

member: felix x fem!reader rating: explicit word count: 4.6k warnings: unprotected sex featuring: one shot, idol!felix, switch!felix, mostly dom!felix, shy!felix, friends to lovers, “good boy,” praise, leo back at it again with the hand kink, dirty talk, tiddy sucking uwu, vaginal fingering, brief blowjob, mutual masturbation, finger sucking, oral (receiving), ass slapping, doggystyle, choking, body worship, rough sex, fluff near the end

synopsis: after a long day, your long time friend + crush felix dozes off on the car ride home, which leads to the two of you having a so-called sleepover at your apartment.

✧ read on ao3 here!

A/N: please wear condoms ppl!!!

While watching him brazenly, he closes his eyes and runs a hand through his hair, free hand locked around his iced coffee. The freshly trimmed black hair sits neatly around his face, unstyled but well-kept. His nose nudged against the matte black mask, you can’t help but appreciate the way his upper lashes fan out as they hit his face when his eyes are closed. Sitting comfortably in a black hoodie and black skinny jeans, he opens his eyes, gaze settling on his drink.

Felix takes a swig of his coffee, taking in the ambience of the cafe, oblivious to you gawking at him. He swallows quickly before saying, “Uh oh.”

“What?” you wonder, head swiveling to pin down what he’s pointing to with his line of sight. A teenage girl with a SKZOO keychain on her bag standing in line. Felix’s SKZOO, BbokAri, to make matters worse.

Since you know Felix, you figure it’s not that he doesn’t enjoy interacting with fans, but just that he doesn’t want to interact with them every time he’s out. Head parallel to the floor, he’s rushing to gather up his things and you follow suit. It’s almost 9 PM — you decide to help him out a bit, knowing today was a particularly long day for him.

“Here, put these on,” you tap his arm and thumb through your bag, pulling out a pair of black shades.

Felix’s eyebrow lifts but he doesn’t question you, taking the sunglasses and sliding them on. “They look alright?”

“Yeah, you look hot,” you say as dryly as possible, rolling your eyes in what you hope is a convincing jest, “Can we go now?”

The two of you rise from your chairs, their wooden feet making unpleasant screeches as they drag across the hardwood floor, and make a beeline for the door. “Lead the way, bodyguard.” he faintly chuckles, arm sticking out as a gesture for you to step in front of him. You try not to roll your eyes again, suppressing a smile.

On the car ride home, the sun begins to descend, and you turn down the radio as to not wake Felix, whose head droops against the window, fingers curled around your sunglasses in his lap. It doesn’t feel good to remove the key from the ignition and rattle the sleeping angel awake, but you have to. Felix’s eyes flutter open, and he lifts his head, silently unbuckling himself. The way up to your apartment was quiet, too. You fish through your bag once again, pulling out the keys when there’s a thump against your back. Felix rests his head against you, pulling focus from the task at hand. Motionless, you shake yourself from the current moment and hurriedly open your apartment door. Luckily, you won’t have to disturb Felix this time as he hoists his head up, removing the pressure from your upper back, following you in.

You explain you can take the couch tonight, and you get little objection from Felix, who protests, but can barely keep his eyes open. Having shut down his opposition very quickly, you lead him to your bedroom. A new toothbrush is brought to him, and seeing as tonight’s sleepover is impromptu, you even offer the use of your toiletries. He thanks you and heads to wash up in the sink of the connected bathroom, and you do the same, finding more toiletries in the other bathroom across the apartment.

Once you’re settled, you head back to your bedroom to locate a suitable outfit consisting of a big t-shirt and pajama pants, aware that given the company, your usual sleep getup of an undershirt and nothing else would be unseemly. After ping-ponging between your room and the spare bathroom, you make way for your bed to check on Felix before calling it a night.

Felix lies back on the bed — your bed — legs tucked under the sheets, still in his day clothes, scrolling on his phone. The phone lowers, and he peeps at you for a brief moment before speaking, “Can you search under the bed?”

You let out a snort, “Er…for monsters?”

“For fangirls,” he himself laughs and shrugs, “you never know.”

You position yourself to inspect underneath the bed frame, catching sight of some dust bunnies and forgotten hair bands. Making a mental note to do some cleaning in the coming weekend, you say, “Nothing under here. And nobody.” Felix lets out a dramatic sigh of relief, chuckling, before you march to the door. You turn to see him sitting on the bed cross-legged, watching you.

“Well, goodnight.” you bid him, turning on your heel and reaching for the doorknob.

“Wait,” the sheets shift behind you, “there’s something else I need you to search.”

You sigh, beginning to feel a bit exasperated, and spin around to face him, just wanting to go to bed, “What?”

His fingers find your hand, his brown eyes watching you closely. Gripping it, his fingers begin guide your palm downwards, before hesitating, and then ceasing completely. Felix’s head drops and he sighs softly.

You gape at him, bewildered, “What?”

“I was going t-...” he’s now holding onto your hand with both of his, pads of his fingers dancing nervous circles around your knuckles.

Still completely perplexed, you decide to mimic him, searching for an answer to his odd behavior, your head falling in broken, awkward increments, as if being hand-cranked.

You can’t miss the tent in his pants. Jesus Christ. Well that woke you up.

“It’s okay,” you say at once, pushing your hand down; all the while his grip isn’t loosening.

Upon contact, the fabric of his jeans crater around fingertips, and catch under your nails. Head unwaveringly lowered, Felix is cowering like a baby animal under your attention. Your heart flutters, taking in the sight of your friend at your mercy, the desire to be taken by him and take him yourself coinciding. What as Felix unleashed? The tips of your fingers press around the bulge, and Felix lets out a puff of air. Taking this as a good sign, you press your entire palm to his clothed cock. In response, Felix sighs and finally loosens his grip on your hand, his fingers finding your free hand. His digits slide down yours, and you hold them as if carrying birdseed for a starving stray bird.

You find yourself leaning into him, both heads gliding past each other as your lips halt, hovering over his neck. Felix curves his head to the side, silent, still, as your palm presses harder into him. Gently, you press your lips into his supple skin, his hot breathing in your ear. He says your name softly, voice the color of a deep red wine. Fingertips dancing their way to his waistband, you find the button and zipper. “Is this okay?”

“Fuck, yes.” he lets out a fraction of a chuckle, the cool air hitting your earlobe. After undoing the zipper, you take two fists full of his jeans, gently pushing them down. Felix steps his way out of them, shaking them off the ankle they’re caught on.

You catch a glimpse of his plum-colored boxers, before the tip of your finger finds its way to his chin, lifting his face upwards, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” you tell him, watching the light in his eyes brighten and a smile paint its way across his lips. You inspect his pointed cupid’s bow, admire the shape of his bottom lip, drink in their dusty rose color. Before you can appreciate him any further, his mouth is on yours. His tongue swiftly snakes its way past your lips, and the contrast of his searing hot spit in comparison to his bashful demeanor hits you like a freight train; sends a shiver through you from head to toe. Unable to hold yourself back anymore, your arms wrap around his neck, and he moans into you, hands finding your waist.

Felix parts himself from you, hot breath hitting the tip of your nose, gaze flickering to your shirt, “Can I take this off?”

A simple “yes” is all you can say, and his hands grip either side of your oversized shirt, lifting it over you more gently than expected. When he leans back slightly to marvel at you, you’re reminded that you have no bra on. “Even better than I pictured,” you can see his chest rising and falling rather quickly, the gust of his shallow breaths not even reaching your bare skin. The thought of Felix imagining what you look like naked sends heat to your cheeks, and your nipples harden. You had imagined what he looks like, too, and the realization that you would soon find out makes your stomach do backflips.

“I can show you more,” you say, and in response, he closes the gap between the two of you, reaching for the waistband of your pajama pants before you catch both his hands with yours. “I didn’t say when.”

Wide eyed, he stares at you with an unreadable expression on his face, seconds of silence passing. “So,” Felix’s intense gaze searches all over your face, “tell me what to do.”

Raising an eyebrow, a smile plays at your lips, “Beg.” There’s something on the tip of your tongue that you’ve been keeping under your belt — something in the cards you’ve been holding for a while. Leaning closer to him, your eyes settle on his delicious lips that hang open, exhaling hot, heavy air. You decide to show your hand. “Be a good boy and beg.”

His lids slam shut, lips press together. This flagrant attempt to keep his composure nearly has you begging for him. “Fuck,” he sighs.

Just as you suspected, he’s playing into your hand.

A soft gasp leaves his lips as he speaks your name, startling himself. Almost instantly, blush blooms across his cheeks. “Please let me see you.”

Not good enough. “Try again, sweetheart,” your fingers push his black hair out of his eyes before tracing the sides of his face. As your fingers withdraw from him, he watches them in desire, and for a second you think he may cry from the absence of your touch. In a blink, his demeanor changes. He’s hungry. For everything. Anything. Felix steps closer to you, pinning you down with a dark look that nearly has you in shambles.

If eyes could fuck.

“Please. Let me see your tight pussy.” he almost snarls.

Your heart skips a beat; he’d never hurt you and yet you feel somewhat fearful. The influence he currently has over you is alarming; it makes you want to surrender. Don’t crack, you tell yourself. Ignoring his occasional ravenous glance at your kissless lips, you swallow a lump in your throat and harden your stare. “Take them off for me.”

Right away, he’s kneeling on the carpet of your bedroom floor in his boxers, hands perched atop the cotton of your pajamas, antsy fingers wiggling over the waistband of your underwear before he glares back up at you.

Like he’s angry you have this much control over him. That you didn’t come to check on him sooner. That he isn’t already fucking you. Maybe all of the above.

Understanding that he’s looking for permission, you nod, watching him peel them off of you. In the midst of the few seconds, you’re standing completely naked in front of your friend, who is lasciviously drinking in the sight of your bare thighs. He clasps one hand over the other, placing the knotted hands in his lap. Felix looks back up at you, eyes wide and pure, as if they are untouched by what is unfolding in front of them — he’s waiting for his next instructions.

You reach your hand down to caress the side of his face again as he watches you, still — all the while wondering if he can tell you’re barely keeping it together. “Good boy,” you tell him, reaching up to pet his hair. Felix’s icy facade cracks before your very eyes, unable to suppress the tight-lipped smile, bashfully looking down in hopes of erasing what you’ve already seen. “You like it when I tell you you’re a good boy?”

“Yes,” he laughs softly, embarrassed he wasn’t able to keep up the act longer.

Figuring you can push the envelope just a little further, you narrow your eyes at him, a mischievous grin playing at your lips, “Say thank you.”

Pressing his forehead to your thigh, he mumbles an obedient reply, “Thank you.”

“Such a quick learner.” you pat his head again, black hair slipping its way through your fingers, smooth as silk.

“How do you want me?” he asks, pressing a lingering kiss to your thigh.

“Like this.” you seductively hook a leg over his shoulder, watching his eyes darken as he takes in the image of your cunt. With your hand still in his hair, you take a fistful of it and slowly guide him to your core. His mouth drops open immediately, tongue sticking out, eyes still glued to your pussy. At first touch, Felix moans deeply into your folds, eliciting a whine from you. Gripping his hair tightly, your gaze falls to him, watching in admiration as his tongue licks and snips across your wet cunt.

“Good boy.” you exhale. Cheeks rosy and eyes closed, Felix growls into you, eyebrow lifting when your other hand comes up to grab another fistful of his hair. After his lips move to your clit, you cry out for him. His eyes flutter open, looking up at you innocently, not even flinching when you begin moving back and forth against him. His tongue moves back to your open cunt, his hand taking its place on your clit, middle finger rubbing ardent circles. You ride his tongue forcefully, trusting that he can take the roughness. Seconds away from cumming, he doesn’t let up the pace, and neither do you, a bead of sweat forming on your brow. The pressure in your abdomen escalates, another whimper leaving your lips before your lids clench shut, Felix slurping up your juices while you burst from every seam.

You’re left panting, head thrown back while Felix’s tongue slows down, still consuming what remains, like a cat whose head buried is in its food dish — licking up every last bit. Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, at last you look down to see Felix. He pulls away from you, leaving a line of what looks like saliva still connecting his mouth to you before it breaks and dribbles down his chin.

You swipe two fingers across his chin, as he watches the motion, gathering up the remnants and pushing it into his mouth, “What will your reward be?”

Felix takes your fingers without hesitation, and sucks the digits dry, tongue circling them while his eyes narrow, piercing through yours. Withdrawing your fingers from his mouth, you take one suck of them yourself, just to put on a show. He swallows audibly, before tilting his head to the side and fixing his eyes on the ceiling. “Mmm...” He’s so cute. “Can I touch you?”

This answer leaves you blinking, astonished. You plop yourself onto your bed, catching the black of the night through your half-open shutters. Felix follows suit, sitting next to you, two sets of knees slightly turned towards the other’s. “You don’t want to...?”

“No, no, no, I do,” right away he says, shaking his head, hand nervously massaging the other one sat in his lap, “Eventually. Really. I just... I have an oral fixation at the moment.” his gaze falls to your tits. Oh.

As if his eyes penetrate your chest, your heart beats hard against your chest. Fiercely, you grip his hands, placing one on your tits. Felix’s unrelenting desire to pleasure you is sending you over the edge, and you can already feel your cunt aching for more of him. You lift his other hand, empty and waiting, to your mouth. Intuitively, he folds his pinky and ring fingers, and you guide the remaining digits past your lips. You bring your feet up to the bed, readjusting as gracefully as you can so that you’re kneeling. He watches you, mouth open, breathing heavy. Gathering up all your spit, you deposit it on his fingers, withdrawing his hand and leading it to the empty space between your knees.

Steady fingers waiting, you slide yourself over him, throwing your head back and shutting your eyes, whining. With little time to process this sensation, his fingertips begin to trace circles around your nipple, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Next, scorching hot kitten licks on the other. Felix is lost in focus when you look down at him; eyes and mouth closed around your nipple, eyebrows pulled down, wordlessly pleading for more. While he enthusiastically sucks, squeezes, and licks, you think it can’t get any better just before his fingers begin pistoning in and out of your cunt. In no time, you’re cumming again, Felix’s index and middle fingers unflinchingly fucking you through your high.

After your high, you’re slumped against him, open mouth panting and moaning against his ear. “Holy shit, Felix.”

“That was incredibly hot.” he chuckles, breath hitting the nape of your neck. He withdraws his hand from you, and you can only hear him sucking on his fingers, loudly enjoying the taste, “And delicious.”

You laugh into his neck, and you two just stay there a while. Breathing. Listening to the sounds of the air conditioning and trailing your fingernails up and down the sheets. You lift your head from the warm crook of his neck, silent for a moment as you both stare at each other before Felix brings his hand to the back of your head and pulls you in for another wistful kiss. His lips trail from the corner of your mouth to the side of your neck. “I can’t take it anymore,” he whispers between kisses, “I need you on my cock.”

“Which part of me?” you moan when his tongue flattens against the base of your ear.

His fingers snake their way up to your face from your hips, two digits lightly pressing against your lips. He tears his tongue from you and tilts his head, gaze locked on you. “I’ve been wondering if these lips would like something in them, as well.”

You try to hide your desperation after your hands come up to settle on his boxers almost immediately after he says this. Either more horny than you, or less interested in humiliating you, Felix takes no notice of this rash action. “I’ve been good, haven’t I?” he invites, playful eyes twinkling.

You’re not even looking at him anymore, you’re just staring at his hard, clothed cock, boxers in your grasp, wishing they were already off. “Yes,” you say robotically, paying him little mind.

He chuckles, slowly removing both your hands with his before standing up. Fully aware you’re giving his cock your undivided attention, his fists ball up at his sides, gripping the fabric, and yank the clothing downwards.

Blinking slowly, you absorb the view of his light brown cock, erect at his abdomen. Moments pass as you just ogle at it; Felix heaves his shirt off over his head, fabric flattening when it hits the carpet. Catching a glimpse at his defined abs sends your eyes trailing all over his body. He stands there, arms suspended at his side as you admire them, until one of his hands reaches for his cock. He sighs when his hand wraps itself around his shaft, looking downwards; and for a moment you see the shy, foolish, baby animal you made out of him earlier.

He ever-so-slightly lifts his head, and you meet his gaze. The reality of this all hits you finally, making your heartbeat quicken. Delicately, your hands find your tits, and they slowly pinch and squeeze them, as both of you watch one another. Felix’s hand is picking up speed, pulling on his fat cock as his desperation peaks. Mindlessly, you find yourself lowering yourself to the floor, coming to kneel on the carpet, hand reaching for his dick. He throws his head back, pulling his own hand away from himself. After you grab a hold of him, licking one long stripe from base to tip, he jerks away from you, dodging the next lick. “Fuck this,” he huffs.

Both of Felix’s hands grip your shoulders, pulling you from the floor, and then pushing you with near absurd force onto the bed. Your calves hit the edge of it, scattering all your wits as Felix places a hand on either side of your dangling calves, crouching, lightly biting his lower lip, eyes drilling holes into yours. Crab-walking your way backwards on the mattress, he follows after you, like a frightening wild animal sizing up its prey, a predator on the hunt.

Amused, the horniness has turned off all your modesty, coming through strong and clear. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

He nods slowly, his eyes still fixed on your own, burning holes through you — through your resolve, “Until you can’t think straight.” Felix presses his lips once more to yours, running the tip of his cock through your soaked folds.

“Look at me,” you command him between the kisses, content when he obeys. His nose brushes against yours before he backs away a few inches, glancing at his cock before pushing the head in slowly. His eyebrows pull together, a lewd moan escaping from his lips. He cries out like an arrow’s been shot through him. You, you are the arrow. Your hands come up to cradle both sides of his face, placing a quick, encouraging kiss on his lips.

You, too, cry out when he suddenly thrusts his entire cock into you. Your cunt stretches to accommodate all of him, shocked someone of his size could have a cock this thick. Hovering over you, he watches in awe; you can feel his piercing gaze even with both eyes closed. Once your breathing calms, he places both hands spread apart in the space above your head. Propping himself up, he jerks into you messily, uncontrolled groans leaving his throat. Over time his thrusts become more composed, as your outstretched hands tightly grip the skin on his ass.

A series of cusses leave his lips, and you can’t help but notice how he’s slowing down, the redness in his face blossoming with each passing second. “Take me from behind,” you say, grip on his ass loosening. Felix nods quickly, trying to regain his breath before he comes to a kneel. Swiftly, you turn over, making it to your hands and knees in record time. When his dick slips inside you again, a slap on your ass accompanies it, a strained moan leaping from your throat beneath your widened eyes.

“All those times you thought,” he huffs, powering through each thrust, “I couldn’t tell you were looking at me,” a hand creeping up your skin to settle on your lower back, palm pressing on the swell of your asscheek. “I knew.” This confession elicits a weak moan from you, the sounds of skin slapping together nearly drowning it out. Felix’s finger trails up your spine, coming to a halt between your shoulder blades. Through this adjustment, you notice his pace slows. Pushing yourself up from the mattress with both hands, you come to a kneel, his hand still attached to you. The same hand snakes around your side, giving your tit a firm squeeze before wrapping around your throat. You had plans to gather up your hair so he could hold it while in doggystyle, but this was much better.

Felix kisses your shoulder, hot breath on your neck, “You like it when I choke you?”

Your eyes roll back just as he begins leisurely thrusting again, “God, yes.”

His fingertips press against the sides of your throat, “You’re so lovely, like an angel.” He kisses just below your earlobe, “And the perfect fit for my cock.” He alternates between squeezing and releasing pressure from the sides of your throat. Pulse throbbing around the cage of his palm, you think about what it must look like from his point of view, his cock disappearing below your ass, pressing into his pelvis with every thrust.

“Felix,” you whine, enjoying the picture in your head, your pussy involuntarily clenching around him.

“You’re gonna make me cum so hard.” he groans in that tantalizing, rich, deep voice of his, before taking the tip of your ear in his mouth and sucking it gently.

These words make you cum instantly, almost ashamed that that was all it took — a few of words — but hoping that it’d be enough to send him over the edge soon. You cry out, repeating Felix’s name like it’s the only word you learned, the only word you need, until you’re out of breath. Too wrapped up in your trance, you barely register when Felix takes both of your hands and places them behind your back, grasping your wrists tightly. Your lips fall open in an “Ah,” and you continue singing this vowel, voice bouncing up and down like you’re driving over a million speed bumps while he thrusts into you vigorously.

You’re fucked out and tired, still recovering from your orgasm, mumbling something to him about being on the pill, willing to let him finish inside of you. And that’s what he does. Felix cries out loudly, pouring his hot cum into you. His muscles stiffen against you, and gradually, he loosens his grip on your wrists. Slowly folding over, you examine the angry red tiger stripes on your wrists, fading away too quickly for your liking. Collapsed against the mattress on all fours, Felix presses a kiss to the middle of your back.

“Wanna lean back?” he mumbles into your skin. An exasperated “okay” is all you can manage.

Back leaning into him, you follow his lead as he sits back, spreading his legs, supported by the headboard of your bed. His thumbs rub gentle strokes on the sides of your thighs as you settle, your back propped against his chest. On your shoulder rests his chin, and you can feel the soft skin of his throat contracting against you as he breathes. With the last of your energy, you bend to tug the sheets upwards, sighing in relief when they cover you from the chilly breeze of the air conditioning. Licking your lips, you close your eyes, imagining the roof of your bedroom gone while the two of you bask in the starlight.

“You’re so perfect.” he kisses your shoulder. You lift your palms at your side, fingers spread, and he follows suit, hands hovering underneath before pressing his open palms against yours. Curling his fingers around yours, you turn to your side, eyeing him in your peripheral. He presses another kiss to your shoulder.

“So what now?” you ask, voice almost a whisper.

“We sleep.” Felix replies, digits unraveling from yours, opting to wrap his arms around your midsection instead. Your fingers slide to his legs and rub gentle stripes.

Scared — the word pops into your head. But drained of energy, you’re unable to fight or challenge the word. “I’m tired but I don’t wanna sleep,” you murmur, “What if this was all a dream?”

Felix takes a second to think about this, head turning to gaze out the window before he nuzzles himself into your neck, “I’ll be here when you wake up.” Your eyes drift shut. “I promise.”

And when you wake the next morning, he is.

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