my name is jules. or fungal, freak, f slur, whatever.
i am the fungalittlefreak on ao3, everything that's worse than the writing there is over here.
so thoughts, drabbles, headcanons, oneshots... you know.
i go by any pronouns including it/its/itself, idk i don't really care that much anymore :T
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this blog is mainly for writing nsfw fan content. i didn’t mean for it to turn out this way, but it happened.
might as well add ninjago suburbs, my ninjago discord server here, but that one's an all ages server. don't fret though, there is a designated category for +18 members only o7
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i'm a multifandom writer, all the characters i write will always be adults in my writing. because i am an adult. surely, i am capable of developing adult characters.
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so i got a little popular when writing ninjago, and i'm trying to write all the requests while i can !! but now the hyperfixation has moved onto roblox, unfortunately. which means... not much ninjago writing will come out now </3 BUT I'M STILL UP FOR WRITING STUFF THOUGH !!
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as for themes, i can write most things. it's easier to say what i wouldn't write than what i can, but anything i'm uncomfy with i'll just say so. with that said, here is a psa for more clarification !
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yeah, so, it's totally normal to fuck your bandmate... who is also your roommate.
college 007n7 x reader (band au !!)
okay so i was inspired by @darkraven096's idea of a band au with college seven and noli in the old forsaken lore.
this was originally written with my selfship sona in mind so i apologise in advance if the pronouns are messed up </3 i'm a malegirl so i'm comfy with being a boy that has tits (sort of) and calling clits t-dicks so i'm sorry for those that find that weird,, /gen this was self indulgent smut repurposed to be more palatable to the x reader crowd x/
warnings: wet humping, cunnilingus, implied chubby reader, reader has a full bush, gender ambiguous reader, pervert 007n7, obsessive 007n7, slightly possessive 007n7, implied breeding kink, marking kink i guess ?? a LITTLE noli x reader it's implied ts is a love triangle and i WILL be posting more of this saga. everyone ooc i'm ngl 😭😭
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007n7 asks you on a third date sometime in late march. this time, it's a stay-at-home date, binge watching a show together to catch up on it. you cuddle up to seven on the couch in your pyjamas, to which he had to try to get used to quickly.
has he seen that t-shirt on noli before ? he swears you're wearing noli's shirt. and the little shorts, by the 2x2, those shorts. he's unsure whether they could be considered shorts from how short they actually are, your thighs are on full display for him to reach and squeeze.
you cuddle up closer to seven as he lays on the couch, watching the television. his hand rests respectfully just above your hip, the other behind his head to refrain from doing anything else. he's trying to practice some self control, doing such a good job watching the show instead of staring at your legs and feeling your body through the t-shirt he's now pretty sure you stole from noli.
"you okay, sev ?" you turn to look at him, and 7n7 glances away from the screen to nod briefly, using all his focus to avoid slipping up, "you've been stiff this entire time, you gotta relax or you'll get a cramp or something."
he releases a breath he didn't know he was holding until you move again to climb between his legs, resting your head on his chest. seven's hands stay in the air, unsure of where to go. you scoff, guiding his hands back down to rest on your lower back, where the bottom hem of your shirt inched up slowly.
seven couldn't even process what's going on in the show, thoughts flooded with weird things he tried to suppress thinking about before.
fuck, their tits are on my stomach.
their skin is so smooth.
their hair smells so good. did they wash it recently ?
so soft.
i wanna squeeze.
oh no, i can't get hard now.
fuck, fuck, fuck.
i can't be weird about it.
ugh. those thighs. i need to bite them.
"is there something on your mind ?"
seven jumps, blinking out of his daze and swallowing the spit pooling in his mouth.
"h-huh ? uh. no. no, i'm okay, don't worry."
"i've known you for enough time to notice there's something going on with you, sev. spit it out."
he shakes his head, feeling heat creep up his face. he stays quiet, feeling his cock twitch to life when he glances at your ass in those goddamn shorts. your eyes widen and you stiffen, now realising what's happening.
"oh."
seven sputters, embarrassed now, "don't act like i didn't warn you before ! i… i don't want to be a creep to you."
you slowly sit up, turning down the volume of the tv so it becomes background noise. your hands drag against seven's abdomen, then his spread thighs, finally resting on his knees. the warmth in the room rises a couple degrees.
"tell me what you're thinking about, seven."
he sits up, swallowing his spit again, finally letting his eyes drag up and down your body. your tone of voice makes it hard for him to disobey, his attempts to deny you the information you seek are fruitless.
"feeling you. with my hands."
you tilt your head curiously, reaching for seven's wrists to guide his hands to your neck, then down to your chest, where he pauses to knead your tits slowly, appreciating the heft and weight of them. then his hands wander further down on their own, rubbing down your waist to squeeze your hips, then rub up again as his thumbs dip into the fat of your stomach.
"you want to know how much i thought about digging my fingers into your tummy ?"
you look away, hiding your face with the back of your hand while you climb a little further up to straddle 007n7's hips. he sucks in a breath, feeling how hot your pussy is, even through the multiple layers of fabric between you.
"okay, tell me," you whisper, looking into seven's eyes again.
"fuuuck… thought about how soft your body would be in my hands. how malleable it could feel."
he finally rests his hands on your thighs, squeezing with a groan.
"think about these thighs all the time, hoping, wanting, needing, yearning to feel the fat of them."
his thumbs dip into the chub of your inner thighs, letting his fingernails dig crescents into the outer flesh. he groans again, biting his lip to try to quiet down.
"want these thighs around my face, around my waist, around my own if you want to use me to get off, fuck, let me kiss you, please, i'm dying to get a taste of you, please–"
you lean down quickly to finally kiss seven, and he groans from relief, rubbing his thumbs on the warm fat nestled atop his groin, where he's very much hard and aching. one hand begins to explore, pushing a bit by moving underneath your shirt to feel the skin there, tracing your faint stretch marks. you pant into seven's mouth, tongue out to taste the residuals of your combined spit on his lips.
"i think… i think about cumming on these thighs all the time… marking you up with not just my mouth but my semen too, let the smell of me linger on your skin long after the fact."
he noses into your neck to kiss down, leaving a few bites along the way, making you grind down against his cock through his thin pyjama pants.
"can i take these shorts off, honey ? let me see your pretty pussy. i can feel how warm it is."
you quickly jump up to pull off your shorts and underwear in one fell swoop, but being careful not to stain seven's pyjama bottoms with your slick as you sit back down in what he believes to be your rightful place.
"fuck, i could smell you from up here. you want to know how many times i thought about looking through your laundry to sniff your underwear while i jerk off ? too damn much. and i stopped myself every time because i want to respect you. so whenever i did, i just relied on memory to get me off. i-it's so… painful to jerk off knowing that what you want is literally right next door to you. you turn me into a perverted freak. i-i'm so embarrassed just saying all this to you."
seven grips your hips to force you to straddle his, letting your dripping fluid stain his pyjamas.
"now look at that... it's a little more ethical now that your slick is on my clothes, so i'll feel less bad jerking off with these pants in my face later."
you suck in another breath, choking on a quiet mewl.
"why jerk off when you have the real–the real thing on top of you ? you... you can't say shit like that expecting me to brush it off."
seven tosses his head back, wincing from all the new thoughts invading his hazy brain.
"oh, honey, you wouldn't want me taking you whenever i want."
your hands dip underneath his shirt, nails scratching just a little as you start grinding against the bulge in 007n7's pants.
"i'll take my chances… how would you feel about noli seeing me take your cock anywhere in this place ?"
some primal, possessive part of seven's brain ignited at the thought. he bucked his hips a little harder, reaching for your neck to hold it by the sides and pull your face closer.
"you know how envious i get seeing noli kiss you ? i want to be the one kissing you, holding you, treating you right. i don't care if noli gets to do that, i care if i get to."
you nod, reaching down to play with the waistband of seven's pants.
"can i—"
"i swear by the 2x2 you could undress me whenever, wherever, and however you want, just please, do it."
you grin, pulling seven's pants down slowly, then his boxer briefs follow.
"you fucking… tease," 007n7 pants, tugging you back down for a hard kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth.
you hum into it, the hand at his cock wrapping around him gingerly to stroke once or twice experimentally. seven groans like he's been punched in the gut, breath catching as he arches up from the couch cushions.
"fuuuuck, i— you don't— stop. i don't need—" he grips your wrist, pulling your hand away to look into your eyes.
"let me undress you and… touch you now. if… if you want me to."
you sit up, biting your kiss-swollen lips in thought.
"i'm afraid i need to be… responsible about this, but i-i know how we could both get off."
seven sits up and watches as you rest your hips on top of him again, slick labia surrounding his thick cock, pressing it against his abdomen.
"think it's-it's a pussy job or… or wet humping. i don't know. f-frotting if you call my clit a t-dick."
he grins and chuckles, "a t-dick ? s-sorry i… i know being cis i can't say anything but… the most amazing clits belong to the best people. y'know… like you."
"hn… thank you, sevvie."
he hums lowly, purring, tail swishing as he watches you roll your hips against his.
"mmh, you're so pretty. lemme lift the shirt ? please ?"
you roll your eyes playfully and guide 7n7's hands underneath the shirt you're wearing, the hem rolling up to expose your body. seven gasps and shakes, swallowing the spit that accumulated in his mouth just from the sight of, not to mention feeling, squeezing your tits, and pinching your nipples as you grind down against his cock. his eyes roll back when he feels a gush of wetness making his dick wetter.
"o-oh fuck, you're gonna make me cum–" he stutters, watching you through his eyelashes as you grind against him just a bit faster, making the shocks of pleasure dumb down his brain just a little more.
"mm ? wanna cum on my thighs like you dreamed about ?" you whisper in seven's ear, to which he nods vigorously.
"please, can i ? i'll be so good, i promise."
you pull him up so he could reposition and you sit on his lap with your back against his chest, your warm thighs trapping his cock between them. 7n7 noses into your neck, kissing and biting while his hands squeeze your waist and bounces you on his lap.
"mine," he groans, squeezing tighter as he reaches his peak, prickles of ecstasy sliding up his spine and sending his head into the clouds. globs of his semen drip onto your thighs and you watch, drawing hearts with the fluid, a wicked smile on your face.
"mhm, all yours, seven," you breathe as your grinding comes to a stop, and seven pants into your shoulder, looking down at the mess.
"oh fuck."
he shudders, blinking down at the deliberate doodles you drew using his cum, spreading it all over your thighs as if it was supposed to be tattooed into your skin.
"y-you can't just do this to me, honey."
he swallows, rubbing his hands up and down your waist.
"what do you mean ?" you ask innocently, clit still throbbing from a lack of an orgasm.
"you can't fucking… fuck."
"i mean… yeah. not yet, anyway. gotta be prepared with morning-after pills and shit."
you stand up slowly, wincing at the sticky fluid beginning to dry on your legs. seven's hands hesitate to let go, but he does to let you turn around to face him, where your belly was eye level to him.
he glances down slowly and sucks in another breath.
"hey, eyes up here, sevs."
he swallows again, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes with a quiet rumble, then looking up at your eyes.
"i don't think i want to shower for day or so after this."
you grin with a laugh, "ew, gross !"
you don't actually mean it, and you're immediately cut off when he grabs your hips and nuzzles into your pubic hair, breathing in like all the oxygen he needs is right between your legs.
"mmh, you said morning after pills ? why ?" 7n7 turns his head upward, feeling like a worshiper on his knees as you look down at him.
"oh, well, you know. to go at it raw."
seven almost whimpers, hiding his face in the bush in front of him and kissing down to lick your labia.
you jump at the contact.
"fuck, you want me to fuck you raw ? t-to cum inside ? is that why ?" he slurs, adjusting to lay on the couch again and pulling your hips down with him, sitting you on his face.
"i-isn't that what we both want ?"
seven can't help but feel dizzy at the thought of going in raw, feeling your bare walls around him, branding him with the smell of you more intimately.
"ye-es…" seven's voice is muffled as he begins eating you out like you're his last meal.
"i—admins—sev, fuck," you pant, grinding down on his tongue.
he sucks on your clit, swirling his tongue as he huffs, addicted to the growing smell of sex in the room. the slurping sound is obscene as it echoes in the living room, your essence stains seven's lips as you get closer and closer to an orgasm. he doesn't let up, his grip trightening on your hips to keep your cunt on his lips, twitching and grinding. soon enough you squirt on his face, ruining his glasses and flooding his mouth, moaning out quietly as your vision turns white. once you come down from the high, you move back down to straddle seven's waist, wiping his face in embarrassment.
"i… fuck. i-i'm sorry sev…"
meanwhile he's just… dazed. his heart pumps wildly in his chest at the fact that you squirted on his face, practically a dream come true.
"i don't… usually do that. if… if that's an issue—"
"no ! no, i… i want to make you do that again."
you move to hide your hand behind your face in embarrassment.
"sh-shut up, no you don't. it's gross."
seven sits up, tossing his glasses aside in annoyance.
"it's fucking hot, okay ? it's… can't you feel how hard i am again ? fuck ! you don't realise how fucking smoking hot you are, it pisses me off."
you stare, swallowing and looking away in thought.
"that's why i'd like to hear your perverted thoughts. so i could understand what you see in me."
seven shakes his head, moving his hands to hold your face close to his.
"i like you for you. not just because you make my dick hard but because you're… you're amazing. you're talented. you're so… smart. every time i see you, you put a smile on my face. you're a joy to be around and i like being around you."
you hide your face behind your hands with a groan, laughing a little.
guys i feel SO BAD i have a bunch of really good drafts here that i just NEVER FINISHED BUT I HATE POSTING UNFINISHED WORKS SO YOU'RE JUST GONNA HAVE TO TRUST ME THAT THEY'RE GOOD </3</3
since writing them i have lost interest in the fixations i was writing for and i feel terrible despite the fact that it's natural and normal to lose interest in things. i want to finish them so bad but i obviously can't force myself to do that because that diminishes the writing quality </3
i'm into roblox right now and i'm having a hard time writing for THAT as well but maybe i'll share something with 007n7 if anyone wants me to...
should i just
posts the drafts regardless !! as long as you tag them as unfinished 4ever
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if anyone wants a college 007n7 x reader smut i have one nearly ready,,
i posted a couple of the drafts i had rotting, other people are free to finish them !! as long as i'm credited for inspiration !! i'm sorry i never finished them, i cycle hyperfixations every 1.5-2 years </3
i feel so bad because i was so excited to write them at the time i started them too </3
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ON MY KNEES FOR KNIGHT LLOYD X PRINCESS/EMPRESS READER IT WOULD BE SCRUMPTIOUS 🙏🙏 take your time though
17/06/2026 edit: UNFINISHED. all unfinished works will be tagged as such.
one knight lloyd x royalty reader coming up !!! slightly canon divergent au where the ninja are sworn protectors of ninjago but also of the royal family and have taken turns watching over the palace for years to eventually take wu's place. lloyd and reader have more chemistry than lloyd and harumi ever will because they're awful for each other can i get an amen !!
oh and. this is my first time writing something like this so i don't exactly... know proper honourifics or terminology and stuff. technically in the realm of ninjago lloyd would be a samurai but let's pretend ninja are also warriors who serve people of status o7
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it's just another day in the palace, still cleaning up the mess your dear adopted sister left, even nearly a year after the fact. hutchins made sure the rest of the palace was safe, but lloyd was ordered to check on you, knocking on your door to wait for your answer. you called him in and he stares, watching you turn from your balcony to look at him.
the moonlight makes your skin glow radiantly, his eyes trailing from the hair on your head to the end of your nightgown on the jade floor, which must be cold on your bare feet, but you never seem to mind. lloyd was once harumi's assigned knight and you were always aided by nya, but because of harumi's treason and outcast, lloyd was moved down to be your guard, to be the knight at your beck and call. lloyd couldn't be happier, actually.
all the peering glances at dinner over the years, standing behind harumi yet looking over at you and feeling your eyes linger, passing by you in the halls and greeting you, watching you and harumi play in the garden while he and nya stood on duty... it was all worth it to be by your side now. to see you smile at him, gazing at him with gratitude, it makes his heart race and his head light.
"are you ready for bed, my princess ?" lloyd bows and looks up at you, waiting for your next order.
"yes, sir garmadon, as you were."
he stands up straight again and you step forward to stand in front of him, looking up to his face trying his best to hide a smile.
"is there something you need, my lady ?"
"would it be too much to say i need you, lloyd ?"
he perks up, heat rising to the tips of his ears. he feels mistaken as to what he heard from your lips.
"need me to what, my lady... ?"
"touch me."
his face darkens in hue and he turns away, clearing his throat.
"my lady, i... i am unsure if that is allowed--"
"i allow it, lloyd. i am soon-to-be crowned empress... what i say goes in this palace."
you reach up to hold his face, directing his gaze unto you. your irises shine with mirth, as if you're teasing him, testing him. as if you are dangling a big, juicy steak above a starving canine. and you just might be, when he realises how deep the slit of your nightgown is as you redistribute your weight. he holds back the urge to dip you, hike your leg up to his hip to lean down and kiss you breathless, hoping to do to you what you do to him every single day. how every day you stun him as you walk through the palace halls with gentle authority, knowing just what to do and what so say when any of the palace workers walk up to you for your command, or even a simple word of advice. and maybe he wishes you could command him more than a simple 'stand guard' or 'keep so and so in check'.
he would rather hesitate to touch you than hear you incorrectly and act out of order. he's trained to listen to your every order, made to obey your every command. it would tear him to shreds if you demote him... or even worse, kick him out of the palace.
and that is why he stands there, stupidly, breath taken from him as your thumbs stroke his cheeks.
"what are you waiting for, sir garmadon ? did i happen to stutter ?"
he wheezes and steps back to think a little more rationally.
"no, no ! not at all, my lady, i just... i want to make sure i did not misinterpret you, because..."
lloyd steps closer again, your lingering scent of soap from your bath earlier making him dizzy. one of his hands comb within your locks while the other rests behind your neck. and he's close, so close... the kind of closeness to you that takes over his dreams, the kind of closeness to you he's craved for years.
"i really, really want to touch you. please, princess."
what he does next takes your breath away this time. he dips his nose to press his lips under your ear, kissing softly. slowly. as if your skin was made of porcelain. and then he starts begging.
"i-i've been waiting years to hold you like this, my lady. to treat you with the love and respect you deserve. to serve you more than what i do already. to... to adore you. to worship you. if you would let me, princess ?"
he can't wait any longer as his desire to touch you in the most intimate of ways strains, but he's obedient. he won't do anything lest you speak word of your consent.
"you may, lloyd," you barely get his name out when he gently pulls your hair to nip where he kissed you, trailing kisses down your collarbone. your hands grasp at his neck for anchorage, finally hiking up your thigh above his hip. he lets go of your hair to hold you against him, rushing you to the bed.
lloyd finally has you to himself and he couldn't be more elated, straightening just a little to look you in the eye instead of towering over you. he could never stand above you, not when you're all laid out for him to feast upon.
"if i may, my lady, may i undress myself ? am i allowed ? what do you ask of me, princess ?"
17/06/2026 edit: UNFINISHED. all unfinished works will be tagged as such.
idk never posting this anywhere else considering i kept showing it off on discord (if this gets a few reblogs i'll post it on ao3)
villain donnie and villain mikey x reader (NO T-CEST)
yeahh this is explicit, proceed with caution or whatever
there's no described sex for reader until after donnie comes in through mikey's portal (from that point on reader is of female sex)
i promise to get to the requests people made please be patient with me </3</3
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You know Donatello. He likes texting you and asking if you want to spend time together. You would agree but you know where that would get you, so you decline. He's never one to listen. He always gets what he wants because he doesn't answer to anyone, not even the goat yokai that raised him. Sometimes he'd appear at your apartment door and you would sigh, letting him in, locking the door behind him. The two of you would talk for a moment before he has you pinned against your bedsheets, the back of your thighs pressed up against his while he fucks you hard and deep from behind, your mouth agape while he tugs on your hair and calls you mean names for being so easy.
You never know how you let him get you into this position, but it feels too good to genuinely tell him no. You would claw at your bedsheets as his hips collide with yours, little "Donnie"s would escape your throat as he keeps teasing you.
"I’m starting to think..."
He hisses, leaning down to bump his head against yours.
"You have an incessant need..."
He bites into your neck, licking desperately to have the taste of your skin linger in his mouth.
"To be bent over like this."
He chirps weakly, hips rolling against yours as his shaky breath ghosts over the shell of your ear.
"Such a pretty little whore for me, aren’t you ?"
You can feel his jaw clenching against your temple while the head of his cock rubs against the spot that turns your brain into static.
"What a mindless sex doll... You’re programmed only to say my name."
Just as he says so, you slur his name.
"Learn how to speak, slut... Or are you too cockdrunk to say anything else?"
Donnie will never tell you how obsessed he really is, though. He'd never let you know that after these escapades he would take something from your laundry to bring home. He would rather have you as his home instead. He wants to keep you. He wants to love you. He wants to dote on you, arrive home to have your arms wrapped around him. He wants so much with you, yet he doesn't know how to tell you. But for now, when you're not around, he holds his prize up against his nose while his hand squeezes his cock, dizzying thoughts of you, you, you– you spread for him. You bent over for him. You on top of him. You in business attire. you in a cotton shirt and pyjama bottoms. You in his arms. You smiling up at him. You uttering the very words caught in his throat every time he looks at you. It hurts, it aches, he loves you.
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You also know Michaelangelo, right? He likes you in missionary. Your thighs around him, hands intertwined with his. His long hair down, tickling your shoulders. Eye contact. Slow rutting. Watch his face. His eyes are dark, he's watching you. Mouthing "I love you" and groaning when you clench around him. He's trying so hard to take it slow, he wants to make you feel good. You're his. There's marks on your body to prove it. He can't help but lean down to whisper filthy things in your ear.
"You're made for my cock."
His fingers tighten on the back of your palms, adding a little bit of his weight to them.
"I want to be inside you forever, you feel too good, perfect even, god, so perfect for me."
His eyes screw shut as he bites his lip, pushing just a little bit deeper inside.
"Wanna paint your insides, fill my pumpkin pie with cream. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
His cock twitches when your hips grind up against his and he sucks in a breath.
"I love you, fuck, love it when you cum for me. I'd make you do it forever if I could."
Mikey watches every little thing you do. The way your thighs twitch around him. The way your chest rises and falls as you breathe in time to him pumping into you. The way you lick your lips. The way your eyelids flutter as you lose yourself in his arms. He loves watching you fall apart. He wants to make you cross-eyed. He wants to hear you cry his name. He wants to feel your hands claw down his shell. He wants, needs, craves, to hear you say you love him. You adore him. You can't stand to be without him.
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But you always have to come back to Donnie, don't you? You gave up denying him a long time ago, visiting him at his apartment instead. He gave you the key, you let yourself in. Sometimes he would come out of his bedroom to greet you and you'd smile and wrap your arms around him, a little sceptical as to why he'd just come out of his bedroom, but you wouldn't question it. It's his place.
Again, you always end up in his bed, taking what he gives you. One time he asked if he could record. For some reason you said yes. It started off with your usual doggy until he flipped you over to have you take him in a mating press. You get to watch the look in his eyes as he ravages you, holding your thighs up and impaling you on his cock with desperation, desire, need. His eyes are telling. You're definitely more than just a toy to him. It brings tears to your eyes, reaching up to hold his face as he stares so intently at you.
Do you know what you do to him? Do you know how cold his bed is when you don't spend the night with him? Do you know he's willing to drop anything and everything for you? You have him wrapped around your finger. Let him be yours.
Donnie never wants you to leave. He never wants anyone to take you away from him. He needs you to be his. His lover. His other half. His, his, his. It hurts to look at you, it churns his stomach to look you in the eye. But goodness, he needs you like he needs air.
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Mikey's not insecure. He doesn't think he is. He's just afraid of hurting you. He doesn't know why you disappear for weeks, but you always come back to his loving open arms. That's all that matters to him. You have his bleeding heart in your hands, please be mindful not to squeeze it too tightly.
Sometimes he spots bruises he knows he didn't make. You say they're from someone else. Mikey doesn't mind sharing you, sharing comes easily to him because of the way he learned how to manage his things. But he still wants to know who. Those marks look like they hurt the moment they were made. You said you would tell him when you're ready, and that bothers him just a little bit.
Maybe he could fuck it out of you.
Unlike how tender he usually is, he demands your thighs spread upon his shoulders after he pulls your bottoms off, giving you head for as long as he wants while fingering you. You're shaking on the couch, biting your lip to try and keep quiet as you thread your fingers through Mikey's hair. He looks up at you as he keeps licking, the eye contact is overwhelming. It's the same eyes Donnie gives you when he goes down on you, the striking resemblance shocking you into whispering his name.
Mikey stops, sitting up with a light glare as you try to catch your breath, a little frustrated since your orgasm is cut off.
"Donnie? as in… Donatello?"
You sit there slack-jawed for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts rolling around your head like marbles.
"Of course my brother wants you."
You don’t process what happens next, all you could feel are Mikey’s warm mystic chains holding you up in the middle of the living room, your shirt off and your naked body on display for him to look over. His eyes still hold that same unconditional affection for you, but the stars were different, somehow. A glint in his eye told you this wouldn’t be a normal bondage experience with Mikey. He reaches for his phone, it rings on speakerphone until it’s picked up, and you freeze upon hearing the voice on the line.
“You are conversing with Donatello.”
Mikey grins, but mania curls upon his lips.
“Shell-O, Donald! It seems as though I might have something of yours at my place. Do you wanna come by to confirm?”
Knowing Mikey, you can feel his mischievous aura fog the atmosphere of the room. You know this is entertaining him despite how much he hides his sadistic streak from you. You struggle a little in your chains, your face getting hotter when they tighten and sear against your skin.
“I suppose I could, though I am expecting a guest tonight. Feel free to open a portal for me so I can check. Open it in my living room at an estimated time of eight minutes.”
Something on your face told Mikey that you were Donnie’s guest, because he giggled and leaned in to hold your jaw in his hand, squeezing your face playfully.
“Oh, no, Donnie… I think you should cancel those plans. Wouldn't you agree, pumpkin?”
He holds the phone up to you and lets his hand wander down your body, pinching your nipple briefly to draw a small cry out from you. Metal clattering could be heard through the phone line, but you’re too busy squirming in your restraints to pay any mind to it.
“They’ll be waiting~!”
Mikey sing-songs, hanging up the call and tossing his phone to the couch to hold your face in both his hands. “You trust me, right angel?” He leans in close, closing his eyes and breathing you in.
You trust him with your life.
Mikey’s chains merged so your hands would be bound together above your head. He looked you over again, clear admiration in his eyes as he rubs his thumbs in circles on your hips.
“Let’s see if you could play along, okay? Donnie gets really jealous, so maybe assure him that you want him.”
You blink, shaking your head and squirming in your bondage again.
"I-I know that... I have the scars to prove it."
Mikey quirked an eyebrow ridge, tracing a finger up to your rib cage.
"You do, don't you pumpkin? And you know I had you first, right?"
He stepped around you in circles, each delicate touch sending firecrackers through your nerves to your sensitive core.
"You know I had you begging for me to fill you up before Donnie even had the chance to cross paths with you, right? You're my mate. I'll do anything to make you happy with me."
You flinched upon the portal opening and the soft shell stepped through, his gaze focused on Mikey while the box turtle's manic smile pierced your bones.
"Angelo, what are you up to this time?"
Donatello glared at his brother, then his eyes softened when they laid on you, his hand reaching up to hold your face. Michelangelo leaned over your shoulder behind you to offer Donnie a shit-eating grin, his hands holding your hips still.
"I am up to no good... if it means I get to see you irritated as hell."
The soft shell rolls his eyes and he leans in to bump his forehead against yours, taking in your scent and letting it cloud his mind. Mikey does the same, nibbling on the skin of your neck as he scents you, holding you close against his plastron.
You quiver from the physical contact both turtles have with you, biting your lip when Donnie's fingers carefully dip past your folds and Mikey's hands explore your body as they had done many times. The lines of his warm, calloused palms feel most apparent upon the sensitive skin of your areolas, a long sigh escaped your lips.
The turtles separate from you and their beaks crinkle, glaring at each other.
"This room reeks of you," Donatello cringes, circling around you as his eyes narrow at his brother. Michelangelo follows, his lips stretching wide.
"Of course it does, this is my place!"
"Don..." you huff, whining at the lack of attention you're receiving.
He immediately turns his head and reaches for you, cupping your face and kissing you softly.
"It's okay love, I'm here," the soft shell trails kisses down your body until he lifts your thighs to rest them on his shoulders, his tongue licking up all the slick you produced already. Mikey grasps your hands, releasing your wrists from his chains and holding them in each of his hands, churring against your skin while your hips press against Donnie's face. His groaning is muffled, but you feel his tongue lap at your juices desperately.
"Don't they always taste so sweet, Donnie? You can't get enough, right?" Mikey smirked, firmly pressing a finger on each of your wrists, inching them down your forearms. His plastron presses up against your back, his cock hot and slick against your ass. You didn't even notice he dropped as you squirm in his hold, but Donnie keeps your hips in place as he sucks on your clit, your huffing echoing in the room.
"Come on pumpkin, you want to cum on his tongue now, yeah? Let him have a taste."
Mikey turns your head to kiss you, licking past your lips. You taste yourself on his mouth, eyes fluttering shut while you feel Donnie squeezing your waist, twitching in his hold. Mikey lifts you from Donnie's shoulders, his brother complaining from the loss with a snarl.
please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts
guys i feel SO BAD i have a bunch of really good drafts here that i just NEVER FINISHED BUT I HATE POSTING UNFINISHED WORKS SO YOU'RE JUST GONNA HAVE TO TRUST ME THAT THEY'RE GOOD </3</3
since writing them i have lost interest in the fixations i was writing for and i feel terrible despite the fact that it's natural and normal to lose interest in things. i want to finish them so bad but i obviously can't force myself to do that because that diminishes the writing quality </3
i'm into roblox right now and i'm having a hard time writing for THAT as well but maybe i'll share something with 007n7 if anyone wants me to...
should i just
posts the drafts regardless !! as long as you tag them as unfinished 4ever
GATEKEEP THE DRAFTS KEEP MARINATING THEM TO PERFECTION
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if anyone wants a college 007n7 x reader smut i have one nearly ready,,
guess who's writing for ninjago again because i miss the comments i got on my ao3 fics (added a link to my profile in case y'all haven't seen my latest morro fic)
it's funny how what i'm currently working on is yet ANOTHER morro fic but we got some uhhh Stuff with cole in there too
I had to diagnose a fictional character with a disorder in my psychology class, and I chose Morro. I thought I’d link it here in case anyone wanted to read it! I said he had BPD. He’s clearly mentally ill so I’d love to hear what you guys think he has.
The only change I made from my actual assignment was I redacted my name from this one.
Medical Report: Diagnosis & Analysis of Morro Wu — Name redacted — Introduction: This paper will contain a clinical diagnosis for the fic
God sometimes I'm writing smut and I'll like, delete a sentence because I'm like, no, I can't write that. It's too indulgent. And then it's like. Girl, what the fuck are you even going to the candy store for if you're just going to buy raisins. Get real.
The way I got a hyperfixation on Ninjago, found your blog and saw you're apparently into X-Men now, which is a long-time interest of mine... BLESS YOU!! I LOVE YOUR WRITING I FEEL LIKE I HIT THE JACKPOT FINDING OUT YOU LIKE THE SAME STUFF I DO <3<3
I'M FREAKING OUT ANON I'VE BEEN COOKING SOME X-MEN STUFF ON THE DL.......
like once the next dragons rising season comes out i might be getting back into ninjago but like.......
i got something for magneto rn </3 i need more magneto writing so badddd so i guess it's up to me now x/
because. i am poor and have bills to pay </3 please reblog !!
i have a rate of 4 usd/hour and that's applicable for 1k words and above.
open slots available: 5/5
for starters:
500~1k words
sfw - 8 usd
nsfw - 12 usd
1k~2k words
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nsfw - 18 usd + rate
2k~5k words
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~5k+ words
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nsfw - 50 usd + rate
if you commission me for, say 500~1k and i go over the limit to 1043 words or something, there's no extra charge, but 1050 words is the cutoff unless you commissioned for 1k~2k words.
same rules for my requests (sfw - under requests status, nsfw) apply to commissions, especially if you are a minor (because i'm reblogging this post on my sfw blog too). minors cannot commission me for nsfw. suggestive is okay as long as you are over the age of sixteen.
big rule: I DO NOT WRITE CANON X CANON. i do not own those characters, therefore i have no right writing about them unless i had consent from the people that own them. oc x canon may be permitted.
feel free to dm me for any inquiries ! my other socials are on my pinned post if you prefer other platforms' dms over tumblr (i know i do). i personally prefer discord so it's easier to send files.
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please don't mind the outdated handle on the bottom, that will be fixed once i get my drawing device fixed </3
ough i wish i could fulfil that request eventually but my ninjago hyperfixation faded away a bit ago </3 i have a couple morro fics on my ao3 i can encourage looking at if you want more of my ninjago writing, though !!
but yeah i'm sorry ninjago fandom, the hyperfix MIGHT come back when the next dragons rising season drops 🙏🙏
