W E L C O M E PAGE
H E L L O ! My name is grape juice and this is my get to know me page!! Down on the bottom of this welcome page is FAQ/All About Me and Boundaries!!
Here are some of my main fanfictions that are mainly posted on Archive of Our Own!!
Poison Ivy | T.M.N.T. Magic Mountain AU
Grape Juice's Bad Things Happen Bingo Series
My Caard and Commission Sheet!
FAQ/Fun Facts About Me!!
I am 21 years old and a junior, about to be a senior, in college and am majoring in elementary education!
Along with writing, I dabble in art and baking, so there are a few fanarts on this page, along with my M.M. (Magic Mountain) AU's Michelangelo!!
My favorite shows besides Rise are, TMNT 2003, TMNT 2012, Demon Slayer, One Piece, Call the Midwife, and the Chosen!!
I am a practicing Roman Catholic, and though I'm a devout Christian, I am pretty open minded about a lot of things, including the LGBTQ+ Community!!
I am neurodivergent, and in specifics, have autism spectrum disorder!!
I am straight, and go by she/her pronouns, and am an afab (female at birth!)
Boundaries:
1. TCESTER's and Pro Shippers DNI!! You're gross if you support TCEST...
2. Minors do not message me trying to build a friendship. I am 21, you are a minor/still a child, it does not matter if you are a month away from turning 18, or if you say you are 17, please do not message me wanting to build a relationship. It's not that I'm a predator, I just do not feel comfortable talking to minors and strangers online, safety is important!!
3. When doing a commission (see my caard for more information), do not ask me to do:
a. NSFW
b. Turtlecest
c. Gore
d. Blood
e. Mecha
4. Please do not private message me links to unknown websites, and do not message me links to corn websites (if you get my gist). Or I will block and report you for sexually explicit videos, you do not know if I am a minor or not if you haven't seen this page, and that would be considered c.p. if I was a minor, and illegal!!
5. Please do not private message me when to update fanfictions and do not message me to do any art requests, if you want something done, commission me.
6. Also, please do not comment, pm me, rude, anti-Christian/anti-Catholic content and messages. Do not put these in my ask box or I will block and report you for hate speech!!
7. Also, please do not hestiate to reach out to let me know if my works have been reposted, plagiarized, etc, or if you are in need of support!! Otherwise, please check out my requests, art, etc on here and on my ao3 account!!
Disclaimer:
Please do not repost, trace, copy, plagiarize, or steal any of my works of writing, fanfiction, and art! I will ask in either commenting, private messaging, and even putting in your ask box, upon discovery, to delete the work.
Believe me, I almost copied someone's work before they messaged me saying that it was like their own, that was actually how Hug was created (again thank you @michan-starweaver for saving me from getting into huge trouble and allowing me to create Hug by doing so by giving me ideas)I ended up deleting the post once realizing it. Failure to do so will result in the following:
Blocking
Reporting
So please, just delete the work and come up with something else using your creativity and imagination!!
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a man who just wants you and needs you and would do anything for you (gone sexual)
// this is a self-insert.. it can be abt anyone u want ;3 !! but if u need some help: atsumu, kaeya, zoro, wriothesely, shoyo.. literally anyone that’s funny but also ;) KUROO
he’s been making you laugh all night. lighthearted conversation not slowing down, and countless attempts at getting you to roll your eyes at him. he looks good, too, like, casual good. black sweats and freshly washed hair.
he’s sitting on your bed, feet flat on the floor looking up at you as you go about your business. he’s a strange guy, he says something unfunny, yet its hard to not laugh. its cringey and genuinely stupid, yet comforting all the same.
you’ve been parading some new clothes on for yourself, styling pieces for him to nod and approve at. the way you move around is everything to him. he could just watch you, permanently. he wouldn’t need his phone, or a book or a computer. just you.
and that has him hard in his pants. just watching you do your thing, your glow from previously being out, with friends and at the shops— it didn’t matter.
“hey,”
“yeah?” you cheerily turn toward him, eager to keep conversation alive.
“come here,” his smile has you complicit, walking over to him, “wanna sit?”
you look down.
eyes fluttering between how hard he is and his eyes— at how fast this all changed. he’s so pretty and you just want to nod and nod and nod to him, that you’d do anything with him.
“yes, i do. yeah, okay. i don’t wanna hurt you, though, so—”
“here,” he interrupts you, guiding your hips down, “yeah, just like that,” the genuine smile on his face gives you courage.
neither of you dare to move once you’re fully sat, no one shifting or grinding, just resting on each other.
“do you feel what you do to me?” he almost laughs in exasperation. everything he says is so genuine, “i’m hard just thinking about you.” the honesty hurts.
the man underneath you is everything. he’s so sincere now that he’s not trying to make you laugh, not trying to make you roll your eyes at the stupid things he says. he doesn’t have to work for your attention.
“can i move?” you whisper, his cock so painfully there. your eyes don’t move from his.
“yeah, just— shit,” he hisses, “fuck. slowly. just rock back and forth a little.”
and it’s so easy. it’s so easy and he’s looking right at you and he’s telling you how good it feels, and god, don’t you know how long he’s wanted this for?
“is this okay? i mean, does it feel good? am i doing—”
“perfect,” he reaches a hand up to the back of your head, “it’s perfect.” his large hand pulls your head down to his, face to face with what you’re doing, who you’re doing.
he looks down at your lips, breaking the unbreakable eye contact you’d had so far, and presses his lips against yours. your hips stutter here and there, unused to the motion, but desperate to keep it there.
“let me take care of you.”
you nod.
his hands are polite on your hips, firm in how he handles you. he slides himself to the head of the bed, patting right between his open legs.
“saved you a spot,” he grins. and you remember this is the same man from an hour ago. you roll your eyes, yet sit right there, your back pressed to his chest, “this okay?” he says with his hands so close to your waistband. you nod again.
“you’re very compliant with me.” he says, and there’s nothing— no words, that could justify that. because he’s right, “i almost expected you to laugh at me more.” his slender fingers dip beneath your clothes, and he’s kind of an asshole, but he’s touching you so nicely.
“oh,” you grab onto his wrist, “feels good,” he nods against your skin.
his other hand just wants to feel you. the outside of your neck, the crease in your elbow. the curve of your ear, the shape of your breasts.
it’s obsessive.
your head drops onto his shoulder, your eyes turning to meet his and you realise he’s been looking at you this whole time. you avert your eyes, a slight red brushing your cheeks.
he’s still looking at you with a slight smile on his face. “you shy?”
“a little,” you reply for integrity’s sake.
he absolutely beams.
all the while you can feel him right against your back. he’s right there. just playing with you, hooked on every whimper and moan and twitch he can get from you.
“i’ve been waiting so long for you, you have no idea.” his sincerity is overwhelming and so are his fingers.
you nod. because that’s all you can do. “another, another. please.” you pant towards him.
“another what? tell me what you want.” he’s smiling, you can feel it.
“finger. please. can i, please?” oh, he melts. your voice softening for him and your body tense against his cock, he feels like he’s going to cum in his pants. he might.
“of course. whatever you want.” his free hand glides against your jaw, fingers grazing the side of your neck. he needs to kiss it, and bite it and leave something there. maybe as proof that this is real, that he has you how he wants you. feeling good.
so he does, he laps at your neck slowly. his fingers don’t stop fingering you, but he raises his thumb to rub at you. and that has you really going. twitching back into him, jumpy moans and sweet noises coming from you, uncontrollably it seems. your hand goes to cover your mouth.
“don’t ruin a good thing, baby. move your hand. let me hear you.”
“it’s embarrassing,” you stutter out.
he grins again, teeth grazing your neck. “i know. it’s okay.”
and it’s when you cum, with hips bucking and hand gripped onto his wrist, that he doesn’t stop.
tears well up in your eyes, “i came. i came, i came,” you chant, maybe he didn’t notice, maybe he didn’t realise.
“i know.” there’s no emotion in his voice, he’s so concentrated, so invested in what he can get out of you. what sounds, what actions, the way you move. it’s like he’s on a timer, he only has so much of it with you and he needs to milk it to its fullest.
“it’s sensitive, please. it’s too much,” tears well up in your eyes.
“you gonna cry?”
you nod against him.
“i’m sorry,” he presses his lips to where he’s bitten your neck, “brave girl. tough it out.”
what he says leaves you with no choice. something clicks in your head and you nod over and over again.
you whine and cry, blubbering words and sentences that don’t make sense. sensing that you’re going to cum again, you push against his fingers.
“don’t. stay still.”
“i can’t,” you whine, “i can’t again.”
“you can.” he smiles. he smiles and smiles and all you can do is twitch and cry out.
and when you cum for him again, pleasure overwhelming every part of you, he flips you onto your back, strong hands gently laying you back.
“my turn,” his grin melts as he presses the head of his cock into you. he preens at the feeling of you hugging him, “oh fuck. feels perfect. you’re perfect.”
your eyes scrunch closed, blubbering like someone who’s forgotten speech.
he’s sliding in and out of you, wanting to feel every single centimetre of himself in you. it’s heaven and he can’t believe that this will have to end.
your head starts to hit the soft headboard, tears still pilled up from the overstimulation on your body.
and then it just stops. he pulls out of you.
“back to you baby,” his hands slide against you once more, and you know it’s going to end with you sobbing against him.
a fun night.
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