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apparitions.

premise: you don’t know how this came to be; steven fucking you in front of a mirror. your body and pleasure showcased to marc, to prove a point, to show him steven knows best.

pairing: steven grant x (f)reader

word count: 839

warnings: minors dni please, marc x reader are mentioned and alluded in here but not shown, unprotected sex, literally just smut, dom!steven, teasing, voyeurism in a sense.

etc: this is based on this and this ask, i kind of strayed from the initial idea since i plan on writing a version of this, but not quite the same, with marc and other oscar characters, but me writing steven as a dom? shocking i know lmao.

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“Does he do it better than me?” Steven hums, you’ve never heard his voice so deeply coated with jealousy and lust. The dynamic the three of you had was always so well laid out, who spent this time with you one day, or that time another day. Sometimes both of them at once. There had never been any fighting over you, over the moments shared with one of the other. It was an equal playing ground, you adored them both the same as they loved you the same.

Competition didn’t fit into the cracks of this unique relationship, and yet it was somehow showing it’s childish head right now.

Peering from around a corner with a sinister smirk as your palm dug into the edge of the mirror, Steven’s hand moving between your thighs as the pad of his finger rubbed circles against your clit; heavy pants mixed with moans spilling from your mouth, Steven’s dirty words making you clench around his thickness as it fucked up into you.

Your lids feel heavy, the exhaustion of being toyed with and fucked for what feels like hours—all in the means of proving a point—seeping into you bone deep. Steven’s other arm having to hold up your waist to prevent you from falling forward; and just letting him use you.

His reflection shows blown out pupils tainted with determination of sexual prowess. Sometimes a smirk will cross his lips and you know Marc must have said something, must be toying with him—with both of you.

“Tell me, love.” Steven grunts against your ear, “can he fuck you this good? You’re so wet for me, grippin’ me so tight.”

You don’t know how, or why, this came to be; Steven fucking you in front of a mirror. Your entire naked body on display in front of it as he pounds into you, your chest heaving, a sheen of sweat coating your breasts and abdomen as he makes you come for the third time tonight. Part of you wants to feel annoyance or some kind of begrudging feeling at both men using you as some dick swinging contest, but it’s hard to do when Steven feels so good inside of you. When each thrust of his hips hitting your ass coats his filthy words to you—and Marc—so ridiculously obscene, how you can hear the wet noises of his cock merge with your pitiful moans as he uses you, plays with you, toys with you; it’s hard to feel anything other than this, to think about anything other than Steven.

Marc being an afterthought. Only remembered when Steven prompts you again: “thinks he knows your body, how to please you, you were mine first, he wouldn’t know how to touch you if it wasn’t for me. gotta show him how to fuck you right.”

“Steven,” you moan, body leaning back into his until he makes a disapproving sound and is straightening you back up.

“Don’t move, love. Marc needs to see you, needs to watch my fingers play with this perfect pussy of yours. How else will he learn?” You catch a glimpse of Steven’s smirk—at Marc—before your eyes are shutting in ecstasy, the building pleasure of the fingers against your clit, the cock inside of you, and how filthy and needy you must look like right now to Marc all bringing you closer and closer to coming again.

Both boys had a way of mixing pleasure and torture so good that you felt devilish with how bad you wanted them both. How bad you wanted to be face down and ass up for Marc, or spread out atop Steven’s desk for him. Steven had you first but now you belonged to both of them. You were addicted to both of them. Loved fucking both of them. Your mind can’t wrap itself around choosing which one fucks better, which one makes you come harder. They both leave you breathless and throbbing to the point of exhaustion.

But you will gladly let them use you for these silly little games again. Will happily let Steven showcase you in front of a mirror for Marc’s eyes, for him to be envious of; the image of how deeply torn with sexual desire and need he must look like right now makes a shuttering gasp catch in your lungs.

“Tell him how good it feels, tell him you’re mine.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, his eyes shifting from yours to the other side of the mirror. Steven’s saying something but it’s not to you, it’s cocky and sneering and clipped at the end with a deep groan as your cunt clenches harder around him.

“I’m–fuck,” you’re almost there, so close. You can barely keep your neck upright, your eyes barely open.

His lips are pressed to your ear, his pants sending shivers down your spine, “it’s killing him not being able to touch you.” Steven’s fingers pick up speed on your clit, his cock following suit. “Come on my cock love, give Marc a show, yeah?”

𝑷𝑶𝑽:

𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻

BayVerse!TMNT x mutant!f!Reader(Platonic)

Warnings: trauma,cussing, kidnapping,fluff,angst. Lmk if I missed anything

Summary: The boys always knew that they had to rely on each other but what happens when someone they never knew they had is found, and just like them?

“I don’t understand, why can’t we get into Sacks building at night?” Mikey asks looking around at his three brothers. “I mean I can try to hack into his security systems and block it and get in there and grab the Mutagen and leave” a smile is thrown from Mikey to Donnie.

“So we get in and get out.” Raphael shakes his head turning around and grabbing his Twin Sai’s and walks out of the lair towards the exit, with the boys following behind him.

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“Stop talking so loudly Mikey, you idiot they’ll hear you” Mikey turns around looking at Leo with a Sheepish smile before dropping down into the lab. Looking around the huge lab they notice that there’s a lot more than just one Mutagen. One that would require a living being to create that much.

Donnie looks at them with a confused look before looking around for anything that can clear it up. Opening another door, he looks around freezing on a container. Meanwhile Raph trying to talk to Donnie but getting no response making him go over to him. “Can’t you hear m-“ he pauses looking at what Donnie sees. Without looking away Raph goes into the other room more not taking his eyes off Container. “Leo…Mikey get in here you need to see this.” Raph says before mumbling asking the unconscious mutant turtle in the container. He notices that it’s a woman and she looks older than them.

“Holy shit. We have to get her out of here.” Leo doesn’t waste a second before figuring out how to get her out of there. “Come on help me you idiots”

Snapping out of it the other three run over to help Leo figure out how to get the mutant out. Before their only focus was the mutagen but now they needed to know who this turtle is and where she came from. “Are you sure she’ll be okay?” Mikey grunts as he climbs back up to where they dropped down. Grabbing the woman he pulls her up first while Donnie runs around grabbing as much Mutagen as possible.

Getting to the Lair took a lot longer than usual considering Raphael is carrying the mutant. After setting her down on the couch, they all stand there looking at her confused. “Run some tests” Leo mumbles to Donnie before walking off trying to process it.

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Waking up on something soft throws you off, quickly sitting up not being the best idea feeling a pounding sensation in your head. Looking around you notice a camera system but no one in the room. The mumbling of voices makes you stand up walking towards it slowly. Leaning against the door you hear muffled voices. “We don’t know who she is!” “We can’t just kick her out!” “She’s like us!” The voices say talking over each other. Opening the door I see four men. The voices stop,turning to look at me, eyes wide. I look at the one with the blue mask. “leonardo?..” I turn “Raphael?” Tearing up ii look at the last two. “donatello…? michelangelo? Oh my god” I go to take a step towards them but stop when they take a step back getting defensive.

“How do you know our names?” Leo steps forward glaring down at you. “I’m sorry you guys don’t remember me..um I was also an experiment when you boys were just little babies, When Dr. O’Neil burned down the building I was in a separate room from you boys and Splinter. They didn’t want us to have any type of connection. Little April she didn’t have time to save me, and Sacks got to me before she could. He’s been using me for years,but enough about me you boys are all grown up.” I smile slightly wanting to go over to them.

“That still doesn’t explain why he kept you from us, why would we have a connection?” Raph stays still not fully trusting you enough to let his guard down.

Sighing I step slightly closer to him before slowly raising my hand smaller hand that matches theirs to Raph’s face. “Because you boys are my sons..” I smile at them. “I’ve been hoping one day I would see you guys again.” I hear multiple sharp intakes of air around me. Glancing around I motion the other three to come closer. Holding their hands.

“But…we where told that you where dead” Mikey tears up laying his head on your shoulder. I tilt my head laying it on top of his before looking up slightly at the other three pulling them closer. Donnie on my other shoulder and the other two leaning their foreheads against mine.

“I’m here now…that’s all that matters. Not going anywhere.” Even in the tired, weak,and underweight state your body is in doesn’t stop you from holding your boys close.

“Now where’s Splinter? I need to thank him for raising wondering sons.”

At the end of the day you would go through all this again just to get to this point again no matter what. The boys have their mother and their mother has them.

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A/N: This was my first TMNT fic so it’s probably not great but I’m working on it. I don’t write much unless you send requests I love doing them. They are Open right now. Look at my Masterlist to see who I write for!♥️ thank you for reading Darlings!

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I’ve been looking for a smut like this and I’m glad I found it😌

I lost this earlier, but I’m glad I took a screenshot lol,,, this is SUCH a good request!! Marc in the suit is so fucking hot he is the loml (here’s the link to the 500 followers celebration!!) warnings: sex in the suit, light degradation

Glowing White

#98: “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

#71: “You like it that much, hm?”

#56: “I want you so bad.”

Marc thinks the suit is ridiculous. The hood, the cape, the glowing eyes; the first time he looked in the mirror after getting into the suit, he nearly laughed. So when he started dating you, he wanted to make sure that you never, ever, saw the suit. Really, why would a gorgeous woman like you want a man who galavants around in what can essentially be boiled down to a fucking mummy costume?

But sometimes, circumstances just can’t be helped.

When you start to accompany Marc on missions, trying to keep him grounded after his battles with some of the worst people the world has to offer, you can’t help but see Marc in his suit, glowing eyes and all.

And it’s fucking hot.

Marc thinks he looks ridiculous, but you’re stunned at the way the white gauze wraps tightly over bulging muscles, the glowing white eyes, so far from his familiar brown ones. The way his cape flutters around him as he lays swift punches against his opponents, not missing a beat. He’s an animal in the field, a force to be reckoned with.

A god.

So when you and Marc finally arrive back to the hotel, still in his suit, you can’t stop thinking about how soft the gauze is, about how cold and severe those eyes would look staring into yours as he sinks his cock into you. You can see the suit slowly unraveling as you step though the door, and the desperation can’t be hidden in your voice as you whip around, thankfully to a cold blue gaze, and whisper, “please don’t take it off.”

And you can see his body stiffen up, already concerned, before you’re wrapping your arms around his thick neck, murmuring, “you- you looked too fucking good tonight baby. So, so good, so hot. You- you looked like a god, Marc. Oh please, please, you have to realize how fucking sexy you look like this.” Your voice is whiny, embarrassing, but when Marc is towering over you like this, a predator over his prey, you are a slave to the way your knees buckle, the way your pussy throbs.

“You- you like this, sweetheart? The suit?” He asks, and you can’t believe you’ve never brought it up before, how sexy he looks in that suit.

“Yes, yes, oh my god, yes. I couldn’t stop thinking about it while you were fighting, baby, protecting me so well. I-I couldn’t stop thinking about getting you here, you fucking me so good like you always do. Been soaked the entire night, Marc.” You’re gripping his hood softly, where you’d usually grab his hair, as you feel his gloved hand slide down, down under your skirt, cupping your cunt through your panties. You gasp softly, cheeks burning with embarrassment, knowing he can feel how completely wrecked you are.

“You like it that much, hm? This outfit. The sweat. The fucking blood? It’s got you fuckin’ dripping sweetheart.” You can hardly register the teasing; he’s already drawing your panties to the side, pressing his fingers against your cunt. The gloves are an unfamiliar sensation, but the friction, oh, the friction is too fucking good.

“Yes, yes,” you whine. “I want you so bad baby. Want you to fuck me so bad, need that thick cock in me. You look so good, so powerful. My moon knight, oh god.”

And he’s shoving you backwards onto the hotel bed, cape fluttering behind him as his glowing eyes bore into yours. He’s frantic, feral, as he rips your skirt and panties down your legs in a swift move. You’re trying to help him, taking off your shirt, unhooking your bra, but it’s hard to concentrate when Marc’s suit begins to unravel, just a bit, until his thick cock springs out, dripping and red.

He pumps it roughly in his gloved hand, heaving, as he mutters, “Jesus Christ, baby. Didn’t know you wanted that, wanted me like this. I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

And you can’t help but shove two fingers into your throbbing cunt, watching him, eyes clenched in bliss as he fists his cock. It’s the only skin he has visible, and fuck, it’s like you’re in the presence of something otherworldly, something utterly divine. You throw your head back onto the pillows, moaning loudly as you shove your fingers into your dripping pussy, so close, so close, but then Marc’s ripping your hand away viciously.

“The only thing going in that pussy tonight is my dick, sweetheart,” he grunts, pinning your hands over your head.

“Then why don’t you get to it, and fuck me like we both know you want to, Marc?”

Marc lets out a quick laugh that sounds almost pained, before he’s slamming his cock into without warning, muffling your scream with a gloved hand over your mouth. He barely gives you a second to breathe through the stretch of him before he’s pounding into you with the strength of a god, ramming into your squelching pussy without remorse.

Your hips are twitching, and you can’t decide whether you’re trying to get away or closer to his unrelenting hips, the pleasure of it almost too much to handle.

Marc can’t seem to stop talking, muttering into your ear that, “it’s like you’re constantly desperate for this cock baby. This suit really does it for you? Are you really that much of a slut?” And you want to defend yourself, but he’s already nodding, fucking into you even harder, as he says, “we both know you are, sweetheart. Such a fucking slut for this cock. Could barely wait till we got home, probably soaked the car seat with how much this sweet little cunt was leaking. Fuck, fuck, baby, this pussy’s so good.”

And you feel bleary, barely there while Marc’s cock splits you open, slamming into you until you see stars, and you can feel yourself winding tighter, tighter—

Until you look into the glowing white of his eyes, and you scream as you gush around his fat cock, unable to look away from him for even a second.

Marc follows you quickly, pumping thick cum deep into your pussy, punched out whines escaping his throat as he buries his face into your neck, whispering, “fuck, you’re so good, baby, your pussy’s so fucking good. Love this pussy, love you sweet girl, o-oh god.”

It takes a few minutes for the both of you to start breathing somewhat normally again, Marc lowering himself down next you. You smile as the suit melts away to reveal the flushed face of your boyfriends, and you cup his cheeks gently to give him a soft kiss.

“Thank you baby,” you whisper, burrowing yourself into his broad chest.

Marc wraps his arms around your back, pulling you impossibly closer, “anytime sweetheart. Love you so much.”

You look up into familiar chocolate eyes, loving and warm, as you utter a soft “I love you too, Marc. My moon knight.”

Heartless

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Rating: T

Notes: I feel like I’ve been sitting on this for an age. Anyway, here we go. Not beta read. I reread it like 18 times but I’m sure I’ll spot 28 typos and tense-shifts the second I post.

Length: 11.9K

Warnings: Angst, cursing, death of a parent, mentions of homelessness and hunger, fluff

Summary: When you landed at the Resistance base on D’Qar, you had nothing but the clothes on your back, your mother’s heart pendant, and fifteen credits in your pocket. 

Growing up on a remote and impoverished homeworld meant that you were raised with very little. You and your mother worked hard for the scraps that you managed. When she presented you with a grey heart-shaped pendant, you knew that she must’ve scraped and scrimped to save for it. She swore to you that she’d save enough for you to have a chain to wear it on one day.

But when the First Order swept through your corner of the galaxy, they took everything that you’d ever known: your home, your school, your friends—your mother.

All that you had left of her was your memories, and your grief, and the heart-shaped pendant that you carried with you every day.

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Domestic Bliss

Poly!141 x wife!reader

Requested by: @supernaturalstilinski

You’re boys were a team. A well oiled machine, knowing each other’s strengths and weaknesses. They all fit together so seamlessly, having the ability to pick each other up before the other realizes they need it. Before you, they had a system that seemed to thrive from chaos and confusion. When you first met the group, you were hesitant. Mainly because of the four giants who all professed their love for you and each other. There was another reason you were so hesitant to join the group; deep down you feared that you didn’t fit in. That your presence only hindered the boys, but they saw something that you didn’t. You made their chaos make sense.

You guys had a routine. Each time the boys had to go on a mission, you would pamper each man in a special way that was dedicated to just them. You would start the routine a week before the mission so you had enough time to make sure that each boy felt loved.

For John, you would go on hikes each morning before the mission. You two would wake up earlier than the others and spend the entire morning wrapped up in each other. You two would make coffee before heading to the car and driving to your favorite park. You would walk around in the peaceful forest together and just soak in each other's presence.

For Kyle, you two would sit together and water horror movies. Something about the fact that you cling to him that brings hm comfort, it helps him get into the right head space. It helps him come home to you safely. You two would go to the guest room with big bowls of popcorn and giggling to each other as you pick the next movie on the list.

For Johnny, you two would get together a couple days before they left for the mission and you would trim his Mohawk. He always claimed that you did it the best, not letting anyone else touch his hair with a pair of scissors, even the other boys in your group. Johnny would melt into your soft touch as you gently passed over the sides of his head with the razor. The gentle vibrations soothing him so he could finally concentrate on his thoughts.

For Simon, his time with you doesn't start until right before they have to leave. He stands in the bathroom, hands placed firmly on your hips to keep you in place. You sat on top of the bathroom counter, his black makeup in your hands as you slowly massage the paint into his skin with a brush. His eyes were closed as you worked, a hand on the side of his head. You hum children’s lullabies to him to help the chatter in his brain, so that you know he will be safe.

Everyone knows the routine, never interrupting each other’s time. The entire group needed it as much as you needed it. It helped you to know that just in case this was the last time, they felt loved.