Jupiter-starr333 - Wassup

sitting? on their face? pleas?

Yum! ♡

WARNINGS: NSFW / 18+ / MDNI / general verses/Fem!reader / Boys are mid to late twenties / Facesitting

Leo

He makes sure you're comfortable first.

You are? Feast time!

God, he's loving the view.

You're damn perfect. So fucking tasty.

Leo focuses on lapping over your clit, just how you like it.

Adores how your squirming and moans serve as a tool to tease himself.

He's not entering you unless you come on his face first.

No pressure, tho. Take your sweet time. He could do this all day.

Raph

He told you to sit on his face.

Do not ask him if he's sure.

Do not ask him if he can breathe.

Sit on his face.

That's right, good fucking girl.

His grip forces your thighs wide open, bruising a bit.

He might get a bit too rough, but his thick tongue fucking your wet hole makes it worth it.

Raph would bite your inner tights if you tried to leave. You're not getting up before coming, got it?

Donatello

This Man knows precisely how to drive you crazy.

The attention he gives to your clit is 100% on point

He fucks his tongue in your pussy from time to time to even up

Very methodical, but it pays off

He has you coming in a few minutes

Swallows your slick like its healing potion

Do you think he can make you squirt? Oh, he bets he can!

Stay still. Don't be shy ♡

Mikey

If you sit on his face, you'd be there until he allows you to move.

Mikey would grip your thighs and yank you back down if you tried to leave.

Please, just a bit more of you! You taste so good-

Shit, he loves it when you start grinding over his face. Is it that good angel?

Mmm, come on his face, he'll sip it up, bit by bit, till the very last drop.

Tea party with the creeps [SFW]

The host : Sally & Lucy

Who's invited : Jane, Lulu, Nina, Clockwork, Toby, Ben, splendorman and EJ

Who shows up : Jane, Lulu, Nina, Clockwork, Ben, Splendorman

Why they didn't show up : One of the residents was injured BADLY (Jeff) so EJ couldn't come. When Toby found out that Clockwork was going he refused and stayed in his room. (They're ex's what do you expect)

What do they bring :

Jane - Store bought chocolate chip cookies

Lulu - Tea (In a pretty pink teapot)

Nina - Poorly made cupcakes covered in rainbow unicorn sprinkles

Clockwork - Cinnamon rolls (don't ask where she got them from)

Ben - Jolly ranchers and Hot cheetos

Splendorman - Sandwiches and chocolates

Sally - Tiaras and fairy wings

Lulu - Tutus and wands

Who crashes the party : Laughing jack and Jeff...

Laughing jack Stole a bunch of candy and dipped

Jeff showed up to try piss off Jane and ended up getting into a fight with her, accidentally breaking the teapot causing Lucy and Sally to cry WHICH, made Nina and Clockwork mad so she ended up joining in on the fight and beat the shit out of Jeff with Jane meanwhile, Ben was just watching shit go down while eating cookies and Splendorman and Lulu tried to comfort the children the best they can. Who kicked them out : Laughing jack got into a small argument with them before stealing the candy and leaving.

Jeff was kicked out by Jane like how a bouncer kicks a drunk person out of a club.

What they do after : Clockwork and Jane clean up the mess while the rest watch a movie together and eat the remaining snacks. (They watched cat in the hat)

finally finished this painting i sketched out months ago… please click for better quality i know tumblr is gonna kill it (reference used)

KINKTOBER DAY 10

PROMPT: Praise

CREEP: Splendorman

Word Count: 3.2k

CW: 18+ Sexual Content, Splendor is a gentleman but we already knew that. Sorry y'all more fem reader. If you cringe when someone calls you a good girl maybeee don't read this🤞 Eating out, Praise, Slight Fingering, creampie, etc etc. It's sex!

KINKTOBER '24 MASTERLIST

You couldn't deny the way your heart skipped a beat every time Splendor whispered a sweet compliment in your ear, his hand trailing down your back innocently. You almost felt guilty when your thighs clenched, shoulders tensing whenever he'd praise you. He'd smile at your blush, probably thinking nothing of it besides that you were easily embarrassed.

Easily excited, maybe. Especially when it came to the tall man that never seemed to stop smiling at you. Praises came naturally for him, and it was expected that if you were to be in his presence he'd likely give you many. You weren't sure if he acted that way with everyone, but you hoped not. Although you wouldn't be surprised. Your desire for him was heightened by your abnormally large crush on him, making anything sweet he said to you ten times more effective.

“You look extremely beautiful today,” a voice says near your ear, causing you to jump slightly, face already heating at the compliment. You look behind you only to come face to face with a stomach. Looking up, you find his face, eyes sincere and smile wide. You try to hide your shiver, warmth rising up your body as you make eye contact.

“Is that so? You seem to think that every time you see me.” You try to say it playfully, but your voice is a bit strained.

“Yes, I think that may just be because you're an angel on earth. You certainly look the part.” He hums thoughtfully, as though he's thinking it over seriously. Nodding, he smiles, eyes meeting yours intensely.

You can only laugh, face turning away as you feel it get brighter. Words fail you in that moment, your hands busying themselves with the dishes in front of you. His hand finds the small of your back, causing you to suck in a gasp, mouth practically clamped shut.

“Would you like help?” You turn to see his eyes are focused on you, his tone genuine.

“Oh, no–I’m fine, thank you, though,” the words rush out, your attention hyper focused on the warmth emitting from his hand.

“I insist,” he says sincerely, and you understand then that it's a losing battle. You sigh, shoulders dropping as you relent, sliding yourself over to make room for him. His warmth settling at your side has you shifting in place, making you a bit nervous.

“Have you been well?” The question has you looking away from him, eyes focused on your hands and making them work. He always speaks so calmly, his words eloquent in a way you'd never heard from anyone else.

“The same. You?” His chuckle lights up the space, sending your heart into overdrive.

“Much better now that I'm spending time with someone so beautiful.” You can only shake your head, eyes cast downwards as you try to make sense of what your hands are doing. You can barely focus on both things at once. He's simply a gentleman, you know that. He's proper and kind. These thoughts racing through your mind about him are the opposite.

He takes a dish from your hands, laughing as he watches you buffer for a few seconds. “What is a breathtaking creature like you thinking about, hm?” He hums, the words said in a teasing manner. The question has you pausing, your mind searching for something that isn't, ‘you bending me over this sink’. You come up blank.

“Nothing much. The weather, maybe,” you say lowly. You curse yourself for the mediocre excuse, even more so the ‘maybe’.

“Mhm, maybe so. The weather. So it's the prospect of rain tomorrow that has you rewashing the same dish four times, then?” Your eyes widen, looking down at the incredibly sudsy dish you've indeed been holding onto since he took the last one.

“I don't like…the rain. I guess.” Unbelievable. The pause that ensues between you both has you wanting to crawl into the cupboard under the sink and shut yourself away in the dark.

“There’s no rain in the forecast.” That has you pushing your gaze even lower into the sink, as if you could get any lower. “You're an incredibly horrid liar, beautiful.” Your heart clenches at that, and you think you may die from stress before you ever get a chance to jump his bones. As if there would ever be a chance. He'd sooner kill you than do something indecent with you.

“That doesn't change how I feel about the rain.” You try to say it resolutely, but it comes out more weak than anything. He laughs at that, reaching to put away another dry dish.

“Right, of course not. Any other weather crises you're troubled over? Thunder, maybe?” You scoff, noting his rare use of sarcasm. “No, really,” he continues, the smile on his face growing as he teases you. “I'd love nothing more than to be your confidant.”

I shake my head, finally giving up on the dishes and just letting my hands be. “Yes, I'm sure you'd love to spend all your time listening to my weather problems. Please, do come by every hour so I can confide in you about how the temperature changing on my weather app makes me anxious.”

Him taking a step closer catches you off guard, almost causing you to take a step back as you accidentally make eye contact with him, now stuck. “I'd love nothing more than to let a goddess speak in my ear all day long.” Your mouth opens and closes, eyes wide as you tear your gaze away from his, flushed and embarrassed beyond measure now.

He puts the last dish on the rack, reaching to dry his hands as he hums. His usual smile is plastered onto his face, hand once again reaching the small of your back as he speaks. “What were your plans for the day, beautiful?” You tense as you feel his hand warm your back.

“Um…,” you trail off, your thoughts a train wreck.

“If there was nothing too important I'd love to spend the day with you.” He reaches his other hand out for you to take, and you wonder if you're strong enough for everything that's transpiring.

“I didn't have much planned,” you say apprehensively, taking his hand. He beams at you, pleased with your answer.

“Great!” He pulls you closer, his hand on your back holding you flush against him. You couldn't hide the way your whole body tensed as you attempted not to shiver, failing miserably as they began creeping up your back.

“Are you cold? I'll go grab your jacket.” He starts off towards the bedroom despite your protests, you teetering closely behind.

“It's a mess…,” you practically whisper, your voice a meek version of the original now.

He only laughs, and you know that's his way of saying that means nothing. It's meant to be reassuring, and normally it would be, if only your reasons were as pure. Was it a mess? Sure. Mainly your worry though, was that you'd end up pushing him into your bed and making a fool of yourself.

You stared at his long legs as he walked ahead of you and nodded, thinking about how you'd like to climb them like a tree. He opens your door to an averagely messy space, only concerned with finding you warmth. You notice the jacket isn't up on its hook and shrug.

“It's fine, really. I'm not cold at all, honestly.” He hums, his searching gaze scanning the room carefully.

“You don't keep them organized?” You scoff and eye the averagely messy room, giving him a look as though to say, ‘seriously?’ He only smiles back, eyes returning. You don't notice the way his gaze lingers.

“Right, I guess a walk is out, then, yes?” You curse yourself and your jacket losing bloodline, wondering if maybe it would be possible to convince him that you were actually sweaty with all the adrenaline that was currently forcing its way through your body.

He turns to face you, a hand reaching out to twirl a lock of your hair between his fingers, causing you to freeze in place. You suddenly feel the closeness of him stronger than before, as if you're fully realizing just how close the two of you are. He's gazing at you with a smile that seems more toned down and extremely gentle.

“You're sure you won't tell me about your weather troubles, then?” The tug on your hair has you looking away. You're not sure that you've had a moment to be unembarrassed since he showed up.

“I don't think my rain troubles will interest you much. That's a very boring topic.” Very boring in comparison to the porno that was playing out scene by scene in your head.

“Anything that comes from your mouth is worth listening to, beautiful.” You're taking a step back now, your hair falling from his grasp. A small frown flickers over his face for only a second before his usual trademark smile is back up.

“You've really gotta stop calling me that one of these days.” You do your best to say it playfully, and you think you succeed.

He takes a step closer to you again, leaning down now so that his face is closer to yours. “Must I? It seems a travesty to not dote on you.” His words have you wide eyed, trying hard not to take them as anything other than kind.

“Careful now, Splendor,” you say teasingly, as though your throat isn't struggling not to close. “I may get the wrong idea if you keep saying stuff like that.” He'll realize what he's saying–realize that his kindness could be taken another way and hopefully apologize for the awkwardness.

“The wrong idea?” He questions, looking down at you carefully as though he has no idea what you're implying. Why would he? He's probably never even thought of something like that. “What wrong idea could I possibly give you?” Another step closer has you putting your hands up, mouth opening to speak and failing.

“I'd like to think we both have the same ideas. Wouldn't that make them right, at least to us?” You're shaking your head, dreading how awkward your explanation is about to be. You certainly don't have the same ideas running through your heads. Your surprise shoots through the roof as he grabs your hands, lifting and holding them to his chest in what could be considered a loving manner.

“I–,” you try to speak and fail, eyes flicking between the sight of your palms flat against his body and the way his smile slowly grows as he watches you squirm.

“Does that mean you don't enjoy me?” He questions sadly, eyes lowered in a dangerous way despite his even smile.

“What? No, of course I like you–that’s not–what?” Your brain is moving faster than your mouth, the words coming out jumbled against your newly formed tongue tie. Your eyes are moving everywhere now besides his, nervousness coiled in your gut.

“Good then, I was worried my feelings were one-sided. You seemed content to avoid me.” He laughs, watching the look on your face go from nervous to blank as the words register.

“Your feelings?” You phrase the question slowly, confused.

He finally steps fully against you, hands reaching behind your back to hold you against him, one placed just above your ass while the other holds the back of your head, forcing you to look up at him. “Yes, those, beautiful.” Your stomach flutters as he traces your spine up and down with his fingers, your brain finally beginning to put pieces together.

“Your skin is so soft, it's such a shame you run when I touch you.” Your mouth falls open, shock written plainly across your features.

“And the faces you make when I compliment you drive me practically insane, it's agony when you turn away, beautiful. You're mouthing the word ‘agony’ as if trying to understand what he means, his knowing smile only growing as he nods.

Splendor leans down so that his mouth is nearly touching your ear, the heat from his breath sending flips through your stomach. “Will you make those same faces for me if I defile you?” You can't help but cover your face in your hands, thighs clenching as you register his words fully. Your mind is at war with itself, struggling over the reality that is Splendor’s hand slowly trailing under your shirt. You're desperately trying to grapple with the fact that this is real, and not a cruel trick.

“Will you let me touch you more?” He says it in a voice you've never heard from him before, sending shivers down your spine as you struggle to keep your balance.

He gently prys your hands from your face, tilting your chin up to look at him. Smiling, he praises you for your cooperation, as though that's praiseworthy. “Yes, look at me just like that, darling. Yes or no?” His head tilts, eyes focused on you with something behind his expression. You can't tell if it's a similar nervousness or impatience. How long has he been waiting?

Nodding, you avert your gaze, still almost suspicious that this may not be real. This isn't the answer he wants though, and he makes sure you know that by easily turning you both around and gently pushing you, making you fall back onto the bed with a huff. You look up at him, seeing his face change to a soft seriousness. “Tell me with your voice. Let me hear you.” You try to swallow, your mouth dry.

“I'll let you then, if that's…what you want…,” you can't break your habit of looking away, the intense eye contact as you say that makes you feel far too vulnerable.

“You’re all I've ever needed. You don't want me as well?” The question is phrased as though he's confused, and you feel your body relax as he leans on the bed over you, trapping you under him as his arms cage you in on either side of your head.

“I do want you,” you say finally, eyes meeting with his despite your flushed appearance. “I want you to…,” you can't continue, his eyes staring you down as his smile grows upon hearing your words. He practically pounces on you, mouth on yours hungrily, yes–but still sweetly. He can barely pull himself away to speak, words rushed and low. “Love hearing it from your mouth, you're so good to me–such a good girl,” he's praising you, words spilling out between gasps and wet kisses. The praise makes you whimper, pushing him to deepen the kiss.

He's cupping your face like you're his treasure, his hips pressing flush against yours so that you can feel him. The feeling of him growing harder as you wrap your arms around his neck has you throwing your legs around his waist, tightening them so that you can feel him better. He groans in your mouth, hips beginning to roll into you slowly but firmly.

Your head is swimming as you try to come to terms with the fact that you're in this situation with Splendor of all people. You'd never thought him capable of this, much less the tone in which he'd come onto you with. The way his voice wrapped around you had your body warming, goosebumps lining your skin. You nip at his lip, dripping at the way he groans into you, his fingers beginning to slowly undress the both of you.

You sliding off your pants has him pulling away from the kiss, eyes taking in the sight of your bare legs and stomach. He kisses down your neck, mumbling about how beautiful your bare skin is. You gasp as he pops a nipple into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue as he lifts his eyes to see your expression. He can't stay in one place too long, fingers and mouth itching to touch all of you. He trails wet kisses down your stomach all the way to your inner thighs, and laughs when you squirm at the feeling of him breathing between your legs. Impatience has him slipping your underwear off of you fully, wrapping his arms around your thighs and caging you in place as he presses a kiss to your folds. You squirm in place as you feel him begin to move his mouth against you, nose bumping your clit as he licks you up and down.

The taste of you has him groaning, his words only getting less gentlemanly as time goes on. “You taste so good, beautiful. Makes me just wanna lay here eating you for the rest of the day.” His voice being pressed up against you has you clenching on nothing, hips moving against his face shamelessly at this point. Despite his words he pulls away, long fingers filling you and providing a relief you weren't aware was needed. He pumps them in and out slowly, moving them according to your moans and whimpers.

He smiles when he sees the blissful emptiness in your eyes, continuing his pace. The way your back arches has him ready to pop through his pants, erection growing almost painful as he watches you squirm underneath him. He pulls away, smiling at your weak protests. With minimal stuggle his clothing is off, your eyes widening as you see his length.

You dont have time to wonder how you'll take it, his fingers finding your clit and working themselves over it, causing your mind to go blank. You feel him rub himself up and down your folds, slowly slipping inside of you as you whimper and gasp. The feeling of him being fully seated inside you has you moaning his name, a quick orgasm pushing through you with barely any warning. He's smiling at that, words soft and reassuring as he talks you through it. He's calling you a good girl again, making you clench around him as you start rolling your hips, clearly asking for more.

The sight has him practically sweating, quick compliments and praises slipping from him as he fucks into you faster, your sounds spurring him on. Your eyes open to see him gazing at you lovingly, the look in his eyes telling you this is exactly what he wanted when he asked if you wanted help with those dishes. He seems proud of himself, his eyes scanning down your body hungrily as he watches you take him.

“Just like that–you're doing so good, beautiful.” Words like that and praises for your beauty have you mewling under him, stomach tightening as you feel another orgasm about to hit you. His hips stutter as he gets closer, the feeling of you clenching around him driving him over the edge. The sight of you gasping under him, back arched and legs wrapped around him is what finally does him in.

You feel him slam into you one last time, the sensation of him filling you up pushing your last orgasm through your body. Your nails are digging into his shoulders as you gasp, his sweet praises in your ear guiding you through it. By the time he pulls out you're a sweaty, weak, and tired mess.

You smile as Splendor lifts you up, presumably carrying you to the bathroom. He's whispering in your ear about how perfect you were, about how good you felt wrapped around him. The words are doing more to turn you on again than anything else.

“I hope you won't run from me now, darling. I'll chase you next time if you try.” It's said teasingly, but you feel the truth behind the gentleman's words.

When you meet your past lives but they're all ignoring you and freaking out over this one guy?

I've seen a few versions of this floating around with the different Leos and I wanted to have a go at doing one for Mikey. They're all collectively realising what a bus sized bullet they dodged by not ending up as messed up as Ronin