Fairyprincess:3

20⚢ Just a creative girly, loves cats, drawing, and sleeping ;3 she/her MINORS DNI!

[fairyprincessteaa]

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳 That's insane :3 time sure does fly (even though I haven't really been active for half of that year lol) I can't believe I started this a year ago. It feels like just yesterday. Thank you to everyone who has supported my writing!!

[fairyprincessteaa]

Omg I did not see the messages in my inbox I'm so sorry guys. No idea why it didn't notify me all this time. To the anons who requested the jax fics, I can't promise anything but I might write them slowly but surely :3 hehe I feel pretty rusty but I'm gonna try my best to get back into the swing of things. Stay tunes ;3

[fairyprincessteaa]

Hey guys, I'm still here. Still studying too, ugh I have absolutely no motivation to write but I HAVE SO MUCH I WANT TO WRITE. If anyone has any ideas for future fanfics, don't be shy. Tell away :3

[fairyprincessteaa]

Omgomggggggg kicking my feet in the air and giggling hello im the one that requested ur last fic just wanted to say it was litterally perfect in every wayyyyy I’ve been yearning for some Jax x trans male reader smut so this is gold to me anyways have a good day!! If I have the courage I’ll def request another fic in the future <33333

Thank you so muchhhh I'm soooo happy you like it :3 definitely don't be afraid to request in the future. I love doing requests so much <3 Hope you have a good day too ;3 Baiiii

[fairyprincessteaa]

Heyo! Same anon that asked about the trans male reader fic, here’s my request I was wanting some smut hehehe, sooo reader has not had the surgery and he still has fem parts, when he and Jax are about to fuck Jax notices he’s visibly nervous, reader explains to Jax that he’s trans, and Jax just tells him that he doesn’t care and still views him as a guy, and they have really comforting sex <3 also maybe add some praise in there? Anyways tysm and take as much time as needed with this!! I enjoy your writing ! Oh and I realized I didn’t really specify but bottom reader plz!

Jax x ftm!reader

Summary: You and Jax are making out in your room, but as Jax reaches to touch you more, you push away and he asks you whats wrong. You explain to him that you're trans and that you're nervous. He reassures you that he still sees you as a guy. Then he fingers you and fucks you, praising you and calling you sweet pet names.

Warnings: 18+, praise, ftm, bottom reader, explicit content, pet names, fingering, smut, pure smut

Word count: 1.6k

The hallways are silent, everyone already asleep in their rooms. But you and a certain someone aren't sleeping at all. In fact, you doubt any sleeping will be done in your bed tonight. Jax has his hand against your face as he kisses you deeper, your arms wrapped around his neck softly, leaning up to match the vigor of his kisses.

His lips trail from your mouth, down to your jaw, gently nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. It causes you to shiver, feeling extra sensitive in that area. At this angle, you can't see Jax's facial expressions at all, but you feel him chuckle against you.

You feel his hands start to trail down to your waist but try to ignore the nervous feeling that's making itself known in your stomach. Your own hand slides down to his, interlinking your fingers as you lean in to kiss him again. Your lips collide with each other, tongues intermingling in an all-consuming, all-encompassing dance that almost leaves your mind completely blank. You groan softly into his mouth, your legs starting to feel weak from the sensations.

Jax gives your bottom lip one final nip before resuming his previous endeavors of kissing along your jaw line and down to your neck. You can't help but let out soft incoherent mutters and grunts, the feeling of his lips against your neck making your head spin. "You're sounding awfully sensitive there…" He mutters against your neck, sucking at a particularly sensitive spot.

"Then kiss me somewhere else."

"Nah, I like kissing you here. You sound so cute when I kiss you here."

His lips zero in on the spot that made you whimper, sucking and nibbling on the skin there as you hold onto him tighter, not wanting to let go, in fear that you might lose yourself.

"But the others are asleep…the walls aren't that thick Jax."

"Then you better be a good boy and keep those noises down, hm?"

One of Jax's hands cups the nape of your neck as he brings you closer towards him, holding you there so you can't squirm away. His thumb gently rubs along the hair there, stroking back and forth as his nipping, sucking and biting gets more intense. He knows this is one of your weak spots, so he's not letting up now. You feel his other hand trailing down your waist again, giving it a firm squeezes, massaging slow intentional circles into it, before his hand snakes down even lower.

You suddenly tense up, your breath hitching as you turn your head away. You back yourself up further into the wall and Jax stops. "What…what's wrong? Too much?"

"No…I…just…"

Your heart rate kicks up. You feel yourself start to become increasingly hotter under Jax's watchful gaze. You have to tell him. No one at the circus knows about this and you're thankful Caine didn't mention it to the others but, you like Jax so much, and you want him to know everything about you. All those times Jax confided in you and talked to you about things he was struggling with, things he cared about…it's not fair to him to be closed off when you both agreed to be open.

Although the butterflies in your stomach fluttered around in a flurry of trepidation, you took a deep breath, looked Jax in the eye and opened your mouth to speak. "Jax…"

"You don't wanna do this…do you?"

"What? No no— I mean, yes. I do wanna do this, but I have to tell you…"

"Tell me what?"

You sigh.

"I'm…trans…"

You look away for a brief moment before meeting his gaze again, only to find his mouth in a straight line. He leans in close to your face. "Thanks for telling me that."

He brings his hand back up to your face, this time, looking in your eyes with more sincerity.

"Can I keep going now?"

"Wha-what? Just like that? You don't…you don't have anything to say?"

"I did. Thank you for telling me that."

"That's it? Thank you for telling me?"

"I don't know what you were expecting, babe. You being trans doesn't make me wanna @#$! you any less right now if that's what you're asking."

You look at him, your brows furrowed. You didn't think that this was how he'd react. You at least thought he'd have some sort of reaction, but he really doesn't seem to care at all. It caught you off guard.

Jax used his fingers to tilt your head up to make eye contact with him again, his vocal tone lowered. "And," His thumb stroked the side of your cheek. "You don't have to worry. I still see you as a guy. Always have, always will."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I love you, idiot."

You frowned at that, narrowing your eyes.

"Ugh. I'm sorry. Geez, I keep forgetting how huffy you get about me teasing you. My sweet boy, is that better?"

"It's much better."

"Good. Now stop talking so much."

Before you knew it, Jax's lips collided with yours again, his palm wrapping around your waist as he pressed you against the wall. His hands made their way back to the hem of your pants. He nipped at your bottom lip, a silent ask for permission. You nodded, still a little nervous about this whole thing but you still wanted this. You trusted Jax enough to make you feel safe.

His hands slowly slid down your pants and passed your boxers, teasing your clit gently. "Is this okay, baby?" His fingers were already circling your soaking wet pussy. You could see the want in his eyes. That he wanted to push them inside of you. "Yeah, it's okay."

"Good boy."

After a few more firm circles, he began inching in one of his long slender fingers, watching your facial expressions as he moved. Once he noticed that you were getting used to the feeling of one, he added another, his palm resting against your clit as his fingers bottomed out in you. You leaned forward, gently biting down on his shoulder as you tried your best to conceal and muffle your moans.

He pumped them in and out of you in a rhythmic motion, his fingers curling and pressing against a deep spot. You bit down on his shoulder hard, but not enough to draw blood. As you grunted against his skin, he chuckled. "Stay quiet for me sweet boy…" His fingers increased their pace, thumb now massaging firm tight circles against your sensitive nub.

You accidentally cry out, already feeling so sensitive from his thumb and his fingers on you at the same time. He pulled his hand away for a moment. "Such a naughty boy. So noisy~" You let him lead you to the bed laying down on the soft mattress as he hovers above you. You see him reach down towards his pants, releasing his cock from his boxers. Your eyes meet his as he gazes at you with a countenance of hunger and deep admiration. "Are you gonna be a good boy and take it? Do I have to keep you quiet?"

"Depends…"

"Oh? On what?"

"On how good you can make me feel?"

"Is that a challenge baby?"

You don't even have time to laugh before Jax reaches for your legs, placing both of them to rest on his shoulders, his cock aligned with your clit. He gently pushes in, watching you gasp and get used to the feeling, before pulling almost all the way back out, then sliding all the way in. You grunt, your whole body trembling from the fluttery sensations you're feeling. But he's not as rough as you thought he was gonna be. You look up at him, confused.

"I appreciate your confidence, baby, but tonight's not about me. It's all for you, my good boy. Plus, I know it turns you on more when I'm gentle with you."

You feel your face heat at being called out like that, not realizing he noticed. "How did you—"

"I know you, baby. Give me some credit…" He holds onto your hips before thrusting slowly into you again, leaning in to pepper soft gentle kisses against your face as he mutters, "Such a good boy." against your skin. He starts up a hypnotic rhythm, his hips thrust in bit harder and faster now, but his eyes haven't left your face once. Instead, they're trained on you, watching your every reaction and expression. When his cock hits a spot that makes your back arch, he starts to aim for that spot every time, angling his hips in a way that guarantees he hits it over and over.

He holds onto one of your thighs as your body begins to tremble, making his thrusts deep and fast as your orgasm begins to build. "J-jax…"

"Yes, sweet boy?" His own breathing has grown labored.

"I'm gonna come-"

"That's a good boy, come for me."

Almost immediately, your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave, your body shivering under his as you try to catch your breath. You feel a pair of lips kissing you again, your face still flushed as Jax holds himself inside you.

"My good boy."

A/n: To anon who requested this, first of all, thank you so much for requesting thiissss. I really really hope you like it. If there's anything you don't like please tell meee. (I've never written ftm reader before so I'm very nervous. Extremely actually :3) Anywhoo, thank you so much for saying you enjoy my writing. That means so much to me :0 oh my gosh.

This is the last fic I get to write before I'm shackled away to my coursework. But my requests will open again. Thank you to everybody who requested too. <3

[fairyprincessteaa]

Hiiii, so I have a question about requesting a fic, do you only write for fem reader or would it be okay if I requested a Jax x trans male reader fic?

Hey, you can definately request Jax x trans male reader. I'd be happy to write it for you. I mostly write fem (I actually have no idea why) but I can write for any reader. Fem, masc, trans, nonbinary, cis etc. Whatever you'd like :3

[fairyprincessteaa]

HELLLOOOOO!!!! I hope you’re still taking requests for Jax :3 I enjoyed your fics of him! Would you do Jax x f!reader NSFW but make him yearn for reader? Maybe even a love confession!?

Jax x f!reader (anon request - yearning)

Summary: You, Jax and the rest of the crew are on another one of Caine's adventures: Candy candy kingdom. You're standing on your team's truck, trying to reach for Gummygoo's truck. Jax, who's already in a bad mood, shoves you closer to the edge of the truck, thinking you were Gangle. When he realizes it was you, he reaches out and saves you, takes you back to the inside of the truck and makes sure you're okay. After that, he confesses that he's in love with you and fingers you.

Warning: 18+, smut, female reader, NSFW, explicit content, fingering, good girl, some sappy lovey dovey-ness but who doesn't love that ;3

The thrum of the truck beneath your feet fills you with a huge sense of anxiety, not to mention being so high up from the ground while going 40 mph. As you turn to your left, you eye Jax with his arms crossed, still just as upset as he was when Caine announced what today's adventure was going to be. To be honest, from the way Caine described the place, Candy candy kingdom didn't seem that bad, in fact you were kinda looking forward to it. All the previous adventures had been terrifying or down right disgusting, so this bright whimsical candy-filled kingdom was a great change of pace. Or so you thought.

As you reach your hand over the roof of the truck from where you stand, your heart skips a beat. You're other hand is clutched onto one of the handles protruding form the trucks hood, the only thing anchoring you from being flung out into the wind. Your arm shakes as you try not to look down, fanning at the wind, realizing that you're not close enough to reach the other trucks handle yet. This plan is stupid. Even if you could reach the truck, they could just drive off.

If anything, Jax should be the on doing this right now. He has longer arms. How did you get roped into this, you thought to yourself. Looking over at him, you observed the frown on his face, the furrow in his brow and the set in his jaw. "Jax, shouldn't you be the one doing this?"

Your voice comes out a bit shaky and higher pitched than usual. The adrenaline and nerves must be getting to you.

"Just do your job and shut up."

You blink a few times, slightly taken aback by the tone he's holding with you. He isn't normally so snappy. You wonder if there's something else wrong but decide not to pry. Besides, even if you wanted to ask, you couldn't focus, Standing on the edge of a truck isn't the best place for critical thinking.

"But Jax—"

"Didn't you hear me? I said do your job." He suddenly shoves his gloved hand at you, the movement just strong enough to cause your foot to slip off the edge of the truck, your sweaty hand letting go of the handle, eyes going wide. You gasp, feeling your stomach drop as you quickly descend from the side of the truck, your body gliding down the sleek exterior, burning from the friction. But then, you feel the grip of someone else grabbing hold of you, just in time before you can fall any further.

Looking upwards, you maintain the gaze of a perplexed and worried Jax, his eyes just as wide as yours and his breathing deep. "@#!$" He holds onto the handle where your hand had just been moments ago, pulling you up until you're sat back on the roof of the truck.

"y/n…@#$! I thought you were Gangle…I…#@$ !" You place both your hands on the smooth material below you, breathing in and out as you try to regain your composure, your whole body quivering in fear. Although you know it's impossible to die in the digital world, your body would've felt every morsel of it. The very thought of that is enough to make your body flinch with unease. The others have all experienced it at least once, but since you've arrived, you've never even come close to dying. You try to speak, but only manage to utter a few quiet trembling breaths, your chin quivering, eyes pricking with fresh tears.

"y/n. Look at me. Look at me…I'm so sorry. I didn't realize it was you that was standing there— I-I thought you were Gangle. Your voice sounded…@$#! It doesn't matter. I'm so sorry y/n. $@#1 I'm so sorry."

You hear Jax's words float meticulously around you as you nod in response. "I-It's…It's okay…" You manage.

"No. Don't even try that."

You feel yourself being lifted off of the roof's surface, clinging onto Jax's arms in alarm, not liking the idea of being any higher than you already are. "It's alright, I'm taking you down. Just hang in there…try to calm down for me…" As you both begin your descent into the trucks secluded area, Jax carefully sets you down on top of a few storage boxes piled in the corner, not taking his eyes off of you for a moment. He crouches down in front of you, sliding his hands around yours, his palms encompassing your still shaking ones.

"I'm so sorry y/n. I would never do that to you…I know you've never felt what it's like to…" He must have felt your body tense up again because he stopped mid sentence, not wanting to bring you any more discomfort. "I never wanted this to happen, I …I was so distracted. Gangle's been really pissing me off recently and…I…my mind has just been clouded with…so much. On top of that, Caine announced this stupid adventure and…I'm so sorry. Please believe me when I say that I would never knowingly or willingly do something like that to you. I…I care about you too much."

Your breathing starts to even out as you watch Jax scramble for words. It's sort of cute to see him so panicked like this, even after what you just went through. When you first arrived at the circus, you heard the others warning you about Jax. How he plays pranks on everyone, teases people, makes mean inconsiderate jokes, and torments…well…Gangle, a lot. But you've never experienced it. He's been nothing but nice to you since you got there. You thought it was just because he pitied you for having such a hard time on your fist day but, he kept being nice. Every day. He'd offer to stick together for adventures in case it was too overwhelming for you, he'd wake you up in the mornings, and he always made sure to bring you lunch even though you don't actually have to eat food.

So seeing him so…mean…you weren't used to it at all. It was a shock to you. "I…I know…you've always been kind to me Jax, I just…I've never heard you talk like that…or act like that."

"I…yeah. I'm sure the others will tell you about how I usually act, but…not to you. Never to you. Y/n…you…mean too much for me to ever do that. I could never…you're too…" He trails off, as if he's searching for the right words to convey exactly how he's truly feeling in a way that you'll understand.

"I'm not…good at this whole…talking thing. But…seeing you like that just now…because of me…I…I never want to see you like that again. I wanna…protect you from that stuff. All the gruesome things Caine exposes us to…I don't want you to have to see any of it. I…like seeing you happy and…smiling. Not terrified…."

Your eyes meet his as he continues, his gaze holding the utmost sincerity.

"You do?"

"Yes. I do. I love seeing you happy…in a good mood. It's…my favorite expression of yours…because…it makes me happy too…like…like I have something to live for…"

Your eyes widen. You never imagined he'd say something like that. You knew that Jax enjoyed hanging out with you, but you only let yourself assume that he meant as friends. Hearing how he's been feeling about you now makes your cheeks heat, a tint of pink dusting across your face. Your eyes don't avert though, they stay fixed on his face, your heart beating a little faster. But this time not out of fear.

"I-I didn't know you felt that way."

"I want you to know. I don't know what I'd do if you ended up…hating me too."

"Too?"

"Yeah, the others…they all hate me. And to be fair, that is sorta my fault," He chuckles, looking off to the side. There's something hidden behind his eyes. "But I don't care about them. I only care about how you feel about me."

"Why do you care what I think?"

He grips your hands gently, looking up at you.

"Because…I love you…I love you y/n. I love you so @$%#$#! much."

You could've sworn your heart stopped. He…what? Did he really just say that? Those words left his lips just now? You didn't imagine it? Your face must look as shocked as you feel because he leans in closer to you, resting his chin on your knees, his head tilting to the side as he wraps his arms beneath your thighs, his brows raising.

"I love you…when you're not around, my heart aches..like I'm missing a part of me. I wanna see you…all the time. I hate going to sleep at night cause you're not near me. I can only hope to see you again in my dreams…if I'm lucky. But every night, I wish for it to be morning again so I can see you…so I can hear your voice…I love your voice. When you talk, you have no idea what it does to me. It makes me want to scoop you up and hug you close to me…and never let go. It might sound selfish of me but…I wish every word you spoke could only be for me and nobody else. I get so jealous when you talk to others, or when you laugh with them. I wish you were laughing with me. I wanna make you laugh, and smile…and…I want so much…I want all of you y/n…"

His eyes hold sincerity but there's also a hint of vulnerability beneath them. He seems hesitant, as if he's unsure if you'll accept the way he feels. You're borderline overwhelmed with everything he's saying and the proximity of him, but…it isn't an unpleasant feeling. In fact, you love this feeling. Somewhere deep inside of you, you've always wanted to hear him say these things to you.

"Jax…"

"Yeah?"

" Did…did you mean everything you said?"

"Ever. single. word."

"…I see…" Your whole body feels like it's on fire under his watchful gaze, your heart beating a mile a minute.

"How do you feel about that?"

"I…love you too."

"…again."

"Huh?"

"Say that again."

"I love you too, Jax. I love you."

At that very moment, Jax rises from his feet, cupping your face and bringing you in for a vehement, breathtaking kiss. His lips crash and collide with yours, your hand reaching behind you to steady yourself. He leans down even further, causing you to gasp. He nibbles against your lower lip, silently asking for entry, You give it to him, his tongue wrestling with yours, grunting into your mouth. You let out a strangled whimper, gasping for air in the mere seconds he gives you to breathe. You're finally able to catch your breath again as his kisses trail from your mouth, across you jaw and down your neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin there as he leaves marks all over you.

Your breath hitches, not wanting to be too loud due to the fact that the others are stationed all around the truck and Gangle is right next door in the drivers seat. Jax doesn't stop though. Instead, his kisses descend further, his fingers scrambling to undo the buttons of your shirt.

You frantically help him, undoing the ones at the bottom. He kisses against the soft delicate skin fo your chest, his eyes flickering up to yours, watching your expressions. You shiver under his touch, feeling slightly self-conscious with how focused he is on you. Seeing this, he leans in closer, leaving lingering kisses against your chest, shutting his eyes. One of his hands snakes down to your thigh, massaging it up and down. The closer he gets to your pussy, the more you realize how wet you already are.

His hand suddenly cups your pussy, feeling the heat emitting form there, his fingers gently rubbing slow hypnotizing circles against it. You let out a soft whimper, your legs reflexively closing in on his hand. "Can I keep going? Is this okay?"

"Yeah…keep going…" Your voice comes out all breathy and timid, too taken over by Jax's fingers. He hasn't even really done anything yet and you're already out of breath.

His hand tugs at the hem of your pants before they slide down to your wet slick pussy, his fingers resting against your clit while his thumb brushes against your sensitive nub. You twitch. It's been such a long time since anyone but you has touched your pussy, so every little movement feels like it's on a thousand.

"Sensitive?"

"Mhm."

"I'll be gentle…"

His eyes gaze over you, his expression earnest but turned on. As he starts to rub your clit in slow circles, you feel the urge to groan but bite it back. This is already too much for you. You're so wet it's getting hard to focus on what he's even saying anymore. Could it be from the adrenaline rush you had earlier? Is your body just overreacting? You're sure that's it. Because if not, then you're going to have to come to terms with the fact that you're this wet over a love confession. And that's not something you're sure you can live down.

Suddenly, Jax begins inching his finger inside of you, the sensation startling. You groan softly, your eyes flickering up at him as he keeps going. You're glad he doesn't stop at every sound you make like some of the other people you've been with in the past. People tend to treat you like you were an innocent soul who didn't know anything about sex at all. But you knew what you liked, and judging by the way Jax was eyeing you, he knew what you liked too. Seeing someone take initiative on you was one of the things that turned you on the most.

Jax doesn't hesitate at all, there are no pretenses. He sees you shift and keeps up the pace. Just how you like. He doesn't speed up, he doesn't slow down, he just keep going. But right now, that's the last thing you need. You're not gonna last.

His fingers have started up a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of you, strategically curling in you at just the right angle. You starting to feel a familiar tingly sensation in your stomach. You're definitely not gonna last. It's hard enough trying to stay quiet when you're so turned on like this, but you can't help but moan. It feels too good. As your head droops down, your breathing growing heavier, you squeeze your eyes shut and whisper out hurriedly, "Jax…I'm so close…"

You feel so tingly it's almost ridiculous. It's consuming you. You can't help but chase the feeling, bucking your hips up in time with his fingers. His thumb starts to massage tight firm circles on your sensitive nub, and you swear you see starts. You cry out, your orgasm hitting you almost instantaneously. Jax's eyes light up with a glimmer of surprise but maintain their gaze of satisfaction. "Such a good girl."

He scoops you up, sitting down and placing you in his lap, his arms wrapped around your quivering body as your breathing evens out. You feel him place a lingering kiss against your temple. "I love you so much Jax."

"You're the ink that colors my life, pretty girl."

N/a: To the anon that requested this, thank you for requesting. I love requests. :3 I wish I could do mooreee but my course work is gonna be taking up more and more of my time grrrr. Anyway, I hope you liked this fic <3 I'll let everyone know when I'm opening my requests again. I have one more anon request to do...and then I have to...g-go s-studyyyyaaaaweytijhdfeqfq. I'm fine. :) I promise.

[fairyprincessteaa]

Coms and requests closed

Hey guys, so I'm gonna be closing my commissions and requests for now because of my dang course work. (I'm still a student.) But they will open again :3 Thanks to everyone who requested. Two anons have requested and I will be doing their requests, but after them, my requests are closed. aaaaa I'm so sorry. I wish I had more time to write.

My course work is sooo much. Ugh. Ya girls gotta get her education <3

[fairyprincessteaa]

Hello, once again! I just read the fanfic you wrote about my request for dacryphilia, and I'm so positively stunned. It's so amazing and just as I imagined it :D. Thank you SO much for doing my request and I couldn't be more cheerful about this!! <33

Thank youu :3 I'm so glad you liked it <3

[fairyprincessteaa]

Hey!! I've been reading your fanfics for quite some time and I saw that you are looking for requests... So I was thinking, could we maybe get another Jax x reader fic but I'd love to see kinks involved this time... for example dacryphilia?? I'm grateful for anything and frankly just you taking your time to read this is more than enough, tysm! <3

Jax x reader (rqst)

Warning: 18+, dacryphilia, M4A, explicit content, pure smut, smut

You looked up at Jax as his hips aligned with yours, bracing for him to push into you. His eyes were trained on you, watching your every movement. For some reason, you felt yourself growing sentimental at the thought that he was watching you so intently while he fucked you. You can't remember a time where you've ever felt so…loved before, despite the situation. His hand grasped beneath your hip before he slowly slid his cock in, only half way though, before pulling almost all the way back out.

Your eyes began to well up with tears from the feeling, before he thrust himself into you. Deep. You gasped, your hands reflexively reaching out to the bed to anchor yourself. Not that you needed to, with how hard Jax was gripping you right now. His eyes were dark, hungry and all-consuming as he repeated his movement, inching out of you before thrusting again and again. You let out a languid whimper feeling him so deep inside of you, you eyes pricking with premature tears, before a few fell from your eyes.

Suddenly, you felt his dick twitch from deep inside of you. Your eyes flickered upwards, only to see him staring back down at you with even more focus. The expression on his face was one you couldn't quite define. Like he was torn between wanting to make sure you were alright, and wanting to pound you into the mattress. His free hand reached up to your cheek, wiping a stray tear away, before thrusting harder into you. You couldn't help it, the intimacy, the sensations, all your emotions decided that this was the perfect time to let themselves be known.

The tears flowed before you could even comprehend them, reaching up to softly hang onto Jax's arm, your hand draped across him with a gentle grip. His hips snapped forwards suddenly, the grip he had on your face hardening slightly.

"@#!$, you look so good like this…"

He thrust in again, this time, setting a steady pace that rocked you back and forth against the mattress. You felt his cock press into one of your most sensitive spots, causing you to cry out and your brows to angle upwards, your tears slowly rolling down your cheeks as you looked up at him.

"Nngh…Jax—"

He pounded his hips forwards, watching the cascade of salty warm tears trickle down your face, your eyes now reddening and lachrymose, your lip quivering from emotions way bigger than you.

"AaHhh…ngh…Jax wha—"

Thrust.

"NNGhh…" You whined out, holding onto him tighter, feeling your cheeks heat as the pleasure overwhelmed you, wanting to pull him close and bury your face against his chest. You reached a hand up to wipe your face but he stopped you.

"Don't wipe them away. I wanna see your face like this."

"But I don't want to look a mess while we—"

"You don't look a mess. You're the hottest goddamn thing right now…@!#$….you don't know how hard I'm holding back from just…wrecking you…"

Your felt your stomach flutter at that, and apparently Jax felt it to. He groaned feeling you squeeze tighter around him as he said that.

"You like that too, don't you?"

A/N: To the anon who requested this, first of all, thank you for the request. And I hope that this was okay, I have to admit I've never written about this specific kink before but it was really interesting and fun to do. (I did know about this kink though.) Anywho, please let me know if you liked it, or if there's anything I could imporve. I love to learn new things so I'm open to constructive critisism, Thank youuu :3

[fairyprincessteaa]

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I have no idea what to write. Uuughhhh. If anyone has any recs then pls tell me, I wanna write more fics but who should I write about?

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HIHIHI OMDD I JUSTT SAW THAT YOU DIDNMY REQUEST. I JS WANNA SAY TY AND THAT HOPE YOUR CRAMPS LESSENED.

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Hiii I hope you liked it. Thank youuu, the cramps did lessen afterwards :3 Let me know if you want any other fic rqsts <3

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Jax x jealous!reader

Summary: Reader is trying to play softball but she overhears Jax flirting with evil Pomni. Zooble tries to remind her to focus on the game but she keep missing shots. Eventually she get so frustrated and slams the bat down, storming off. Jax sees this and follows her. He finds her stood behind the building, her arms folded across her chest. He teases her about being jealous and tells her that Evil Pomni was just talking smack about her softball skills. She doesn't believe him so he decides to show her exactly who he wants.

Warning: 18+, female reader, smut, oral, Pure smut, teasing, grinding

Word count: 1.7k

N/a: OH GOSH. So, I was supposed to write this like waaaaay long ago but cramps hit me like a truck for days. But I'm back and I'm better yessirr. Anyway, to the anon that requested this, here you go. I hope you enjoy and sorry it took so long. :3

The crowd of npc's cheer from all sides around you, waiting for you to make the next shot, but you can't seem to focus on the game in front of you. Instead, your eyes are drawn to two individuals you wouldn't have even thought would be speaking to each other. Especially not like that.

Jax is leaning against a bat, his frame tilted towards Evil Pomni as they laugh and joke with each other about things you wish you could hear. What are they even talking about? Nothing's that funny to be laughing so hard like that. And why is she staring at him like that?

She's not even real, she's just another npc Caine conjured up for this adventure, so why's he giving her so much attention? Does he like this Pomni or something? Is he into her? What the heck does she have that I—

"Hey. Are you even listening? I'm about to serve the ball now so try and keep your attention in front of you, okay?" Zooble gears up into position to throw the ball at you.

"Got it." You say absentmindedly, not even caring about this stupid game anymore. All you wanna know is why Jax is all over Evil Pomni all of a sudden when he's only just met her.

As your mind wanders off, you barely notice the soft ball flying passed you. Again. You blink in surprise, snapping out of your trance only to realize that you've already missed the shot.

"@!$#*$ y/n. Again? That's the third time in a row. What's gotten into you today?" Zooble looks like they're ready to throw a fit at how spacey you're being, but you don't care if they're mad or not. Your cares lie to the left of you.

Looking over at Jax, you see that he's started toying with the ends of Evil Pomni's hat, leaning in close to her as he looks back at you, a smug grin plastered on his face. At that moment, you decide that you've had enough and slam the bat down with a loud thud, storming off, away from the field.

"Wha— Hey! Where are you going?" You hear Zooble yell, but you don't look back to answer them. Too enraged by the blatant display Jax put on, apparently to taunt you.

You stop right by the back of the building, leaning against a brick wall as you try to take a deep breath and calm down, your brows narrowed, a frown on your face.

You feel the pricks of tears well up in your eyes, but once you hear the sound of footsteps approaching from the direction you came from, you quickly wipe them away.

"So this is where you're hiding." Jax muses, striding around the corner, leaning an arm against the wall, his head tilted to the side. "That was quite the fit of jealous rage you had there."

"It wasn't a fit. Why would I care about something so asinine?"

He regards you with a sideward glance, as if to say, I can see right through your bullshit.

"Admit it, princess. You saw me chatting with Evil Pomni over there, got all huffy and threw a fit. You forget I can see right through you. You think you have me fooled with this little act you're putting on, but the only person you're trying to convince is yourself." He places his thumb and index finger against your chin, tilting it upwards subtly as he raises his brows.

"Now are you gonna be a good girl and admit it, or do I have to tease it outta you?" His voice is snide and condescending, laced with impishness. He leans in closer, enveloping your lips with his own in an all-consuming passionate kiss, his tongue swirling in tandem with yours as his fingers draw you closer.

In the brief moment that he takes to pull away, he mumbles against your lips, "Well?" before kissing you again. You break away this time. "I have nothing to admit to. You're the one @$!#$*# around—"

"Wrong." He interrupts, hooking his hands underneath your thighs before hoisting you up against the cold brick wall. Some of the burgundy cement dusts your shoulder as your back drags against it, but it isn't rough enough to hurt, it only braces you for whatever Jax has in store.

"I'll ask you again. And this time," He presses his hips up into yours, his cock nestled against your clothed pussy. "You better answer me honestly, or else I might have to punish you. You wouldn't want that, would you princess?" He tilts his head to the side, leaning ever so closely. You don't know what to do. His face is so close to yours, you're afraid he can read your thoughts. Your heart is racing a mile a minute as you feel your cheeks heat from being under his close watchful gaze. All you can do is shake your head. No.

You wouldn't mind being punished, but knowing Jax, it probably won't be all that enjoyable. Not at all.

"Good girl. Now, use your words…"

"I…was jealous."

"Mhm? Jealous of…"

"…of you and Evil Pomni. You…why were you so close with her?"

Jax chuckles a little, his head dipping lower for only a moment before he answers.

"Well if you really wanna know, I was talking to her about you."

"Me?"

"Yup. She has a sort of…hatred…for people who don't play softball right. And judging by how many strikes you were missin', I'd say you and Ragatha are neck and neck with how $#!@ you both are."

"Wha— I'm not @$#! at softball, I was just—"

"—distracted? Too busy staring at me?"

He suddenly rolls his hips, his cock brushing against your clit in the best way possible, eliciting a soft whimper from you.

"…yes."

"Thought so." His hips roll again, hand clenched against your ass, holding you in place against the wall so you can't squirm away. His head dips down, soft lips placing a trail of gentle kisses against your neck leading all the way up to your jaw, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. "Well,"

His lips find their way to right below your ear, leaving a lingering kiss there. "Judging by how tense you are, I'd say all that jealousy is still brewing inside you, isn't it?"

Biting your lip, you nod, trying to keep the frustration you still feel at bay, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"That's no good, princess. You can't be jealous of imaginary things like that~ Want me to take your mind off it?"

"Yeah…but how are you gonna do that?"

"I think it's better if I just show you…"

With that, Jax grabs beneath your thighs and hoists you up to his shoulders, your crotch directly parallel with his face. Your breath gets caught in your throat from being up so high. "What are you—"

"Did you think we were gonna journal and talk about our feelings or some @£$#!*$ like that? I'm eatin' you out, princess."

Your eyes widen as he lifts your skirt, pressing a kiss to your clothed pussy, the wet fabric of your panties clinging to you like a damp paper towel. He presses his nose against you, inhaling your scent deeply before sliding your panties down your thighs, taking in the sight before him. "@$£#, princess. Soaked for me already?"

"Don't get so full of yourself, I'm always—"

He suddenly lunges his head forwards, enveloping your clit in his mouth, mumbling a muffled "shut up," against you. You gasp feeling his tongue drag against your pussy in long torturous licks before he begins lapping and sucking at it, his head moving in wavelike motions as he works against you.

"Nghh…" You hand flies to his head as you curl your upper body towards him, already so sensitive from the pleasure. His tongue swirls lavishly as one of his hands slides from your thigh to your swollen nub, leaving you resting on his shoulders. His thumb massages firm circles into you, building a torturous rhythm, along with his tongue, which is now dipping in and out of you, making your ab muscles tense up.

"Gh— Mmph…Nnghh…"

"Stop holding back…" Jax's deep voice vibrates against your clit as he says that, your whole body tensing up from the sensations.

"Mm mm~" He hums in disapproval.

"GHhh…stop it…"

"Stop what…"

"Nghh…..t-that.."

"This….HMM?"

His humming gets even deeper, vibrations rippling through you as the pace and pressure of his thumb increases, his tongue sucking firmly against your pussy while his other hand grips against your ass, holding you in place.

"NNgHHhh— AaHhh…J-jax…..Jax—"

"Mhm?"

Before you can even utter what you were going to say, you grip his head, your body tensing up as you orgasm against him, rocking your hips as you ride out the waves of your release, panting as you will the world to stop spinning.

He gives your pussy a few final licks, cleaning up the mess you made, before gently lowering you back down to his waist. One of his hands comes up to his face, wiping away any remaining slickness that coated his face, his grin growing gentler as he gazes into your eyes, leaning in to kiss your neck.

"Still jealous, princess?"

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Question for writers, how do you get over writer's block? I've resulted to watching Thai gl dramas and reading other novels but my creativity is just lacking. Is there a way to get past this?

(This is kinda my fault cause I wrote for 2 weeks staight lol)

[jaxiswlw]

Okay so. I have just thought of this and now i cant stop.

Imagine you beg and beg and beg your partner to fuck to silly but they say no because they have company coming over for a few hours. You continue to ask and beg and eventually they give in and say “you aren’t going to like this.” They then pick you up and carry you to your bedroom. You get thrown on the bed and then they grab a vibrator and put it in your cunt and turn it to a medium setting. As soon as they hit that button, you hear a faint knock at the door.

“Keep quiet.”

They then leave and close the door but leaving behind the smallest crack. You can hear the talking with their friend and you let out the smallest whine and the vibrations are starting to mess with you. You then squeal a bit louder as it hits your g-spot. You feel the vibrations speed up by 2. While you whine and try to keep quiet, you faintly hear them talking about something random and you lose yourself for a second and then moan pretty loudly. You then feel it speed all the way up and now you’re squirming in your bed with your face in the pillow to keep a quiet voice.

“What was that?” The friend asked.

“Nothing, probably just outside or something.”

You, with your tear-streaked face, are struggling to keep your voice quiet. As you hear the front door close and lock, you then hear footsteps.

“Tsk tsk tsk, Can’t even be quiet for a bit can you?” You hear your partners voice from the doorway.

“I-I’m sorry- fuck..just please turn it down…”

Then all you hear is

“You don’t deserve mercy.”

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When will it be my turn :0

[thisrots]

hate or lesbian yearning?

caitlyn x fem!reader

♥︎ warnings: dom!cait x sub!receiving!reader, college au, academic/family rivals, use of cait/caitlyn/kiramman, mean/loser(?)/nerdy cait, brat/smart ass reader, strap usage, backshots, hate sex, size kink u squint ♥︎

♥︎ word count: 2k ♥︎

Caitlyn Kiramman truly hated you.

Hate was a strong word, she was well aware of that, and used it wisely when speaking not so fondly of you and your family.

“That wretched girl ruined my project!” Cait slammed her fisted hands down on her vanity, perfume bottles and jewelry pieces knocking over in the process. In the corner of the room sat her poster board, graded at a 95, sheets of research sprawled out across the room. “I hate her. I hate her parents for giving birth to her. I hate her presence, her attitude, her whole entire being!”

“Caitlyn, please!” Her mother tutted, hands resting on her daughter’s shoulders as she squeezed tightly. “You must be better than them. You cannot let yourself succumb to her actions, she does it because she’s jealous of you.”

Caitlyn looked up, staring at the angered expression looking back at her in the mirror. Her eyebrows were furrowed, glasses sliding down her nose, huffing as her blood boiled underneath her skin. She wouldn’t do such a thing, surrender to you and your spoiled little games, but would make you succumb to her.

You hadn’t noticed it at first, not really. Sure, you’d sneak a peak at Caitlyn whenever you got the chance to, out of pure curiously, nothing else (at least, that’s what you told yourself). But as she stood there, middle of your living room, next to Cassandra Kiramman who was bitching at your mom for your actions, you couldn’t help but stare a little longer.

As usual, she had her nerdy—covered up most of her face—glasses on. She wore tight black pants that hugged her hips just right, paired with a lighter colored long sleeve blouse that was loosely buttoned up. The curve of her breasts peaked out, causing you to damn near choke on your spit. And God, she had those stupid black boots on that always made your eyes roll. As your eyes traced her body back up is when you noticed it. Something… different.

There was a barely noticeable bulge staring right back at you.

You let out a soft gasp, eyes widening at the sight. And of course, her highness had noticed, smirking at your expression.

Cait turned to her mother, smiling annoyingly bright. “You know, Mother, I think we can work this out ourselves.” Her gaze turned to you, stupidly fake smile still plastered on her face as she pushed her glasses up. “Since I’m obviously the bigger person here, I’d like to sit with you and chat, alone.”

Yeah, there was obviously something big about her.

You weren’t sure how, or when you ended up underneath her, but somehow Caitlyn fucking Kiramman ended up in your room, holding you down on your bed, strap bulge rubbing against the fat of your ass.

“I always knew you had a thing for me, Kiramman. You came prepared and everything this time, huh?” You taunted, arching your back, ass pressed against her hips, hands gripping tightly at your waist. “What a fucking pervert.”

She tugged at your skirt, pulling it up harshly, exposing your perfectly shaved cunt decorated with a lacey black thong. Cait let out a dry laugh, fingers toying with the string. “I’m the pervert? Look at you,” A digit ran between your already soaked folds, sending a shiver running down your spine. “Whorish arch, sopping shaved pussy, a thong? Please… Don’t make me laugh.”

Cait slipped your panties to the side, a sticky string of arousal following the cloth, letting out a broken gasp at the cold air hitting your sensitive clit. “I-I didn’t do it for you.”

“Is that so?” She responded, unzipping her pants, a 9 inch royal blue strap slapping your pussy as it flopped out. “Who would stoop low enough to fuck your bratty, prissy, annoying self?”

Your silence dragged out, cheeks reddening up. Fuck, you hated that she was right. Despised her so much you couldn’t help but want her deep inside you, fucking your brains out so hard at the mere thought of her hatred towards you. You slid a hand underneath yourself, trembling fingers slipping between your folds, spreading out your glistening hole for her. “No one but you, apparently.”

Though she’d never admit it, Cait gawked at your opened slit, eyes widening and heart skipping a beat at your obscenity. Her eyebrow twitched as she pressed the toy up against you, spreading your ass cheeks, tip slowly sliding in.

You groaned at her slowness, rolling your eyes, turning to look at her the best you could. “No, please, go ahead. Take your time. Not like we could get caught or any—”

She growled at your sarcasm, throwing her glasses off her face. Her hips suddenly rammed into you, whole nine incher disappearing deep inside you as you sucked her in, completely stretching out your tight hole. You let out a choked, broken groan, eyes shutting tightly as her tip kissed your cervix.

“For once in your bloody life, shut the fuck up.”

This usually didn’t happen often, but you came to realize that the more you fucked with Caitlyn, the more she fucked you. Calling her out on one tiny detail that was wrong about her project in front of everyone was a low blow, but fuck, was it worth it.

Cait grunted as she thrusted in, her strokes harsh but calculated—like she’d memorized exactly which parts of you made you break. Like she knew the inside of your cunt better than you ever would.

Your face was pressed against the mattress, tongue lolled out, drool staining your sheets as she held your hands against your arched back. Your knees wobbled with every shallow stroke, fwopping sounds of your wet cunt bouncing off the walls, her goal being to see herself bulge out of your lower tummy.

“God, fuck—Cait! It was—just f-five points off! You’re gonna—kill—me!” You whisper yelled, trying your damn hardest to speak between guttural moans and the sounds of her pelvis slapping against the plush of your ass while she drilled into you.

You suddenly felt a hot, sharp pain on your ass cheek, causing your whole body to jolt forward. She’d—just smacked your ass? You scoffed, eyebrows furrowed at the stinging sensation. “Nghh! What the hell, C-Cait—?!”

“Who said you could call me ‘Cait’?” Her palm landed on the puffy, blushed raised skin again, the sound echoing in your room. You let out a small eek!, body instinctively pulling itself away from her.

“It’s Kiramman to you, brat. Know your place.” Caitlyn gripped onto your wrists, nails digging into your skin as she yanked you back onto the toy, ramming her length back inside you. You groaned out at the addictive feeling of her roughness, upper body slightly hovering above the mattress now. A pornographic, loud, curdling moan ripped out from your throat, the intense sensation taking over your body, eyes rolling back.

“If it wasn’t for your pettiness, I would’ve gotten a perfect score—mmh! Now do us both a favor and keep quiet. Wouldn’t want mommy dearest to come find you stuffed to the brim with nothing but me, would you?”

She was right, again. You totally deserved this, to be treated like nothing but a plaything for her. As much as you shouldn’t, you completely ate it up—hell, probably would’ve moaned if she’d spanked you again. Your ruined pussy dripped onto the sheets, a creamy ring of arousal coating the toy, hoping one day she’d hate you just enough to make you hers out of spite. Maybe that thought was just part of your fucked out brain—you really weren’t sure. You muffed yourself out by sinking your teeth into your blankets, greedily taking every little bit of Caitlyn that you could.

“C-Can feel you—guh!—in my fuckin’—throat!” You blubbered out, her punishing thrusts making your head light, feeling a tightness spreading throughout your body. Your legs were convulsing, knees weak and wobbly, skin sweaty and cunt aching, growing closer to your climax with each brutal rock of her hips.

Cait relished in your messiness—the whiny mewls, leaky and split open hole, drops of sweat, trembling body—she had you right where she wanted you. Unlike her, of course. She was strategic, kept her composure, even when her strap nestled deep inside her arch nemesis.

She wasn’t completely perfect herself, though. Her thighs were slick with wetness, dampening up the strap leather. Her hands were rather shaky and clammy as she held onto you harshly, using your arms as reigns. Even then, she grit her teeth, only letting out grunts and soft groans with each buck of her hips. You two were the perfect opposites in that moment—maybe a little too perfect.

“You’re gripping around me, darling,” She cooed tauntingly, her pace never faltering. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“F-Fuck you—!” You muttered out between heavy and quick pants, her pet name for you sending a pulse of heat straight down to your core. And God, did you hate that she had that effect on you. “A thousand times fuck you, Kiramman, f-fuck… me! Nnggh!—please! Like that, C-Cait, j-just like that!”

You’d finally unraveled, right at the palm of her hand. She almost didn’t notice you calling her a nickname again. Though for some reason, didn’t quite mind it as much when you were pulsating around her, drunk off Caitlyn and her cock, orgasm creeping up on you.

If it wasn’t for the sounds of arguing mothers, Caitlyn was sure the whole house would’ve heard your whorish pleads. She secretly wished they would’ve, so they could walk in on their gold star child getting fucked stupid by none other than her.

“My God, you sound like a bitch in heat.” She mocked, gulping down her own moans as the harness rubbed against her now swollen clit. “Hurry up and cum already, I’m getting bored.”

And as ashamed as you were for it, like an obedient little slut, you did. Your moans choked up in your throat, toes curling, fingers twitching, creaming all around her member as your orgasm hit you all at once. Your ears rang, white-hot heat spreading out in your body, pussy gushing all over Caitlyn, letting out high pitched mewls at the overwhelming sensation of mixed pain and pleasure.

Once Caitlyn finally let go of your wrists, you plopped down on the bed, toy sliding out of you quickly. She rolled her eyes at you and your childlike flop, letting out a huff at her now cum stained pants, straightening herself up the best she could. “Get cleaned up, one more minute alone and our mothers will tear each other’s hair out.”

You looked over at her, just barely picking yourself up from the mattress, panting and shivering, not even slightly recovered from your earth shattering orgasm. “Jeez, can I catch my breath first?”

“No,” She snapped coldly, bending over to meet your gaze. Your eyes widened at her closeness, somehow finding this more nerve wracking than the sex itself. She still looked as collected as ever, hair perfectly straight, not a sweat tear in sight. Her eyes, though hardened, had a softness to them—piercing blue irises staring into your soul. You almost never got to look into them due to her lenses, but they were beautiful. She smelled of lavender and vanilla mixed with the smell of rough sex—a scent that was a little too addictive.

“I want to see your knees wobble in front of them,” She gripped onto your face, squishing your cheeks together. “Want to see you struggle to stand up. I hope you know you deserve worse, I’m being entirely too kind.”

You gulped, keeping your mouth shut for once. Your eyes sparkled at her words, though full of spite, nodding as your head tilted in awe while butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

“Yeah,” You blinked quickly, shaking away the puppy dog eyes as you sat up. You reached over for her glasses, holding them up and out to her as your eyes traced the slender, 6 foot tall woman towering over you, lips curled up in a smirk. “Living out your sadistic fantasies with me, huh, Kiramman?”

You always did have a thing for the secretly mean girls.

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Not me re-reading this again :3 gaaaa I love this fic