#( so i quickly did this hehe ✨ )

[lcftschloss]

@shrineofprophecy replied to your post “"who are the IPC again . . . ?"”:

you don't need to know, dear

​same vibes, you can't tell me otherwise 🔪🔪

[celestialowlbear]

✨♡ Gale NSFW Drabble ♡✨

Pairing: Gale x Fem!Reader (Tav)

Summary: Gale indulges in you. Hehe.

WC: 1200

Warnings: 18+, NSFW. No plot. Just smut. Face riding. Female receiving oral. Mention of PiV sex. Established relationship. Reader/Tav not described. Bulleted list.

A/N: Now it’s Gale’s turn for thots I just needed to get on a page. It became longer than I expected, haha. He’s an oral king. I don’t make the rules. Enjoy!

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You lifted your gaze from your book, sneaking a glance at Gale who sat on a comfortable loveseat across from you.

You weren’t surprised to catch Gale staring right back at you with a peculiar twinkle in his eye.

You knew the look, his brown eyes drinking in your form from where he sat.

He quietly shut his book, placing it to the side.

Gale stood up and settled by you on the plush couch you were lounging on.

He kissed your shoulder as you tried to pay attention to your literature.

You already knew what he wanted, but you loved making him work for it.

“Don’t mind me, my love,” Gale whispered, his voice already husky with desire. “You know I can’t stay away from you for long.”

Gale’s skilled hands wandered as his lips did the same, kissing up your neck and letting his fingers dance under the hem of your top

You smirk, no longer paying attention to the words on the page, your body immediately pliant under his touch.

“We’ve been in the tower all day…you haven’t been far from me at all.” You teased quietly, tilting your head to give him better access.

Gale hummed against your skin. “Still not close enough, I’m afraid.”

One of Gale’s hands was fully under your top now, caressing and teasing your breast.

“I want to taste you if you’ll allow me the privilege.”

You let out a soft sigh, Gale’s beard tickling you as he kissed your neck, nipping at the points he knew made you melt.

“How can I deny such a request?”

Gale lifted his head from your neck, pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss, his hand cupping your cheek.

“Let’s get comfortable then, shall we?” Gale pressed his forehead to yours, muttering something under his breath.

In an instant, you were lying on your shared bed with Gale next to you, both of your clothing gone.

The perks of being in a relationship with a wizard.

“Come here, my love. Take a seat on your throne.” Gale smirked as he gestured at his face, lying on his back.

You settle on top of him, your thighs surrounding his head.

Gale squeezes the fat off your thighs, looking up at you with a wild hunger in his eyes.

“You are stunning like this.”

Gale brought his lips to your folds, not giving you a chance to respond.

You gasped his name instead as he slowly kissed your thoroughly wet cunt, probing his tongue at your entrance.

You gripped the bed’s headboard, your thighs already trembling around his head.

You could feel his beard wonderfully scratch against your inner legs, adding more pleasurable sensations to what he was already doing.

Gale was taking his time, still lazily kissing at your folds as he would your mouth.

You wanted to rock down onto him desperately, your clit beginning to throb with need.

Gale was purposefully avoiding that part of you, drawing out your pleasure.

Gale also didn’t want this to end too quickly, thoroughly enjoying servicing you just like this.

“Gale…” you ground out. “More…please…”

Gale hummed in response, tightening his grip on your thighs.

“Patience, my love.” He murmured, grazing his nose against your clit. “Like a good wine, you must be savored. You deserve such treatment.”

You let out an airy laugh at his comparison, feeling him smile against your swollen folds as he picked up the pace, swirling around your clit.

You whined, his tongue providing the relief you were so desperate for.

Gale gently probed at your clit, alternating between your entrance and swollen bud.

“Ah…Gale…!” You cried out as he began massaging your clit with his tongue, his composure quickly crumbling at the sounds leaving your throat.

Your trembling body, his name leaving your lips in broken moans, feeling your clit swell with each pass of his tongue, it was all absolute perfection.

No magic could ever compare to having you like this.

Gale released one of your thighs to cup your ass, giving it a hearty squeeze as he continued his meal, obscene sounds filling the room as you rocked your hips on his face.

Gale was completely lost in you, your scent filling his nostrils, your arousal coating his beard, your soft skin now damp with sweat under his fingertips.

The molten pleasure was building in your spine, Gale finding a rhythm he knew would have you shattering above him before long.

Your fingernails were digging into the fabric of the headboard, bucking your hips against his lips in time with his tongue, which was now fully focusing on your clit.

“Gale…don’t stop…please…I’m…” You were breathless, opening your eyes that had been squeezed shut, looking down between your legs.

Gale was once again already staring at you, his eyes dark and blown with lust. Strands of his hair were stuck to his forehead, looking disheveled.

His eyes weren’t just filled with lust, but pure passion. Love. Unwavering commitment.

You crashed over the edge, locking your eyes with his as your orgasm rocked your body.

Ecstasy blossomed from your core to every nerve, intense and mind-numbing.

You chanted Gale’s name like an incantation, your entire body convulsing and shuddering above him.

Gale moaned loudly into your pussy, keeping up his pace, wanting to taste and feel every bit of your pleasure.

Gale lapped up the gush of your release, your cunt pulsing with your orgasm against his mouth.

Gale could feel his cock aching between his legs, his body ignited with desire, knowing he could make you feel this way with just his mouth. He couldn’t help the bit of pride that swelled in his chest.

You came down from your high, ragged breath and limp body, sliding off his face to lay next to him.

Gale was breathing heavily too, his beard dripping with your release.

He turned on his side to face you, a smile gracing his features.

“Thank you for letting a wizard indulge himself.” He traced his hand over your flushed cheek.

You chuckled, bringing a hand down to his rigid length, caressing it ever so gently.

“I should be the one thanking you, love.”

Gale’s eyes closed as he let out a low moan.

You captured his lips with yours in a fiery kiss.

You could taste your tangy release on your lips, his beard soaking with it. Your tongues danced momentarily, desire burning between your legs once again.

“I don’t think we are done indulging in one another, my dear.” You purred, gently pushing Gale over to be on his back once again.

You climbed on top of him, positioning yourself over his cock.

Fire danced in his eyes as he gripped your hips, lifting his own hips ever so slightly to push his leaking tip into your tight entrance.

Gale entered you with no resistance, both of you groaning in bliss as you took him to the hilt.

You both sat there momentarily, taking one another in. You leaned forward, entwining your fingers with his above his head for leverage.

Gale let out a deep rumble, something between a chuckle and a growl as he felt you clench around him.

“Oh no, my love. We are far from being finished. I’d say we are just getting started.”

-ˏˋ⋆ Thanks for reading, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! ⋆ˊˎ-

Tagging @ladyzirkonia as requested 😘

[exhaslo]

Hiya! I see you like CEO/Mafia Miguel trope. And honey you do them so FABULOUS 🌹💐✨

So I got a little Mafia request for you!

How about: Mafia Miguel is rising in the ranks and money. He catches the word of a Mafia princess. Who she is or how she looks like is shrouded in mystery. And Miguel is determined to catch this 'princess' and maybe be her knight or greedy dragon.

Thank you ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Thank you~ I'm glad you enjoy my stories!!

Ohoho, a Mafia Princess? I think I have an idea on what to do. Hehe.

Warning: Fluff, language, violence, blood, mentions of murder

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Much like there are two sides to every coin, there are two sides of the city of Nueva York.

One side was the bright and lively city that never sleeps, the side that 90% of people knew. The other? That was the side were you reside in. The dark and bloody side where territory was all the matters and family.

Nueva York was split between different groups of mafia families. Each having their own specialty. There was an unspoken rule to not interfere with another family unless a war was to break out. Another rule, was to never interlope with another family.

Which was why you tried you best to break that rule. You were known as the Spider Mafia's Princess. Your father currently ran the family and kept your existence a secret. It frustrated you to every extent. You were not allowed to do anything.

Just be a pretty doll locked in your room.

You knew all about what your father did. The people he has killed. The drugs he let onto the streets. Everything about how your father ran the mafia sicken you. You were a Princess in name, but no one knew where you were to free you.

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It was just another day for Miguel. After collecting the money for his boss, Miguel proceeded to go above and beyond. From the moment Miguel entered the Spider Mafia, he knew that he wanted to rise as high up as he could get.

Miguel had already rose pretty far from when he first started, but he could get higher.

As he went to deliver the money, Miguel stopped in front of one of the main entry doors.

"Did you hear about the Princess?"

"Dude, you're going to fall for that rumor? Everyone knows that there isn't such thing as a Mafia Princess here."

Such comments were not the first time Miguel has heard of them. The more Miguel heard about this 'Mafia Princess' the more he wanted to find out about her. He just hoped that it wasn't going to be a baseless rumor.

Once the money was dropped off, Miguel was free to do this own thing until called upon. Deciding to follow the rumor, Miguel made sure to cover his tracks. After all, if this rumor was true, Miguel wouldn't want to get in trouble.

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Now was the perfect time to sneak out. Your father was in the middle of a meeting and your bodyguards were falling asleep. Quickly making a run for it, you dashed by the bodyguards and made your way down the private elevator.

You NEEDED freedom.

Once you were down on the ground floor, your booked it towards the exit. As you did, you had bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry!" You apologized and glanced towards the man, "Oh-"

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Miguel helped you up, wondering what had you in such a hurry. To his surprise, you were beautiful. Clearing his throat since he was staring for you long, Miguel let you go, but tensed as you grabbed onto his jacket.

"Please! Help me get away from here!" You begged.

"Huh?"

"Long story, just help me get away from this building!"

Miguel was confused but soon heard distant yelling. He glanced down at you once more, unable to avoid those gorgeous pleading eyes. With a heavy sigh, Miguel held your hand tightly as he led you away from this place.

So much for his hunt for the 'Mafia Princess'.

Once the two of you were far enough away, Miguel had you sit on a nearby bench. He crossed his arms and gave you a slight glare. He had so many questions for a beauty such as yourself. One of them being if you were single.

"Thank you. It's kind of a long story, but my father basically refuses to ever let me leave the condo. I'm trapped in there all the time and I just needed to leave." You briefly summarized.

"You sick?" Miguel asked, wanting to make sure he didn't make a huge mistake.

"Haha, no, no. I would tell you, but I don't think you'd be ready to hear such a thing." You gave him a bright smile.

"Dunno. You did trust a stranger to get you outta there. I could have just kidnapped you and proved your father right." Miguel said bluntly.

"Then you'd really be asking for death," You said with a chuckle, "My dear father is a scary boss."

"My boss doesn't even frighten me," Miguel smirked as he took the seat beside you, "You should be more afraid of me if anything."

"Oh? Such a handsome face has a secret?" You stood, looking around the park, "Can't be that horrible. Hey, why don't you show me around the city. I'd love to know where to get some good pizza."

"You really have no fear...or you're just a fool,"

Miguel glanced at your body, licking his lips slightly. While you maybe a fool, perhaps Miguel could still have some fun. You did ruin his little hunt, so you had to make up for it.

"Can't have that much fear when your dad runs the biggest mafia in the city," You said with a sigh.

Miguel's ears perked up. His eyes widen as he grabbed your wrist,

"Wait...You're the Mafia Princess?"

Oh, this was perfect.

"Of course you work for my dad. Let me guess, he let me escape then!" You stomped your foot, wanting to yell.

Miguel just resisted a chuckle as he watched you. A sheltered princess with no knowledge of the city. That, and you were rebellious. Perhaps this was working in Miguel's favor. Pulling you back into his embrace, Miguel just chuckled.

"This was just fate. Listen, I'll take you where ever you want to go-"

"But?"

"But I want to know more about you." Miguel thought for a moment, "And I would like to avoid any punishment for helping you escape."

"Ugh, my stupid father and his punishments! If only someone would take over-" You smiled towards Miguel, "Why don't we make ourselves a deal?"

"Oh?"

Now you caught his interest even more.

"You let me stay with you and I will help you take down my father, what do you say?"

Miguel just smiled towards your offer. He held your chin and sealed the deal with a kiss. You were gripping his jacket, but soon let go and wrapped your arms around his neck.

A foolish, but beautiful Princess.

"It's a deal," Miguel said with a hum, watching your dazed expression.

"G-Good....N-Now about that pizza," You stuttered, trying to hide your blush.

Miguel chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your waist. You were going to be his princess now. Call it greedy, but Miguel wanted to make sure that you were going to be his and his alone. What better than taking over the mafia by fucking the princess?

"By the way, what's your name?" Miguel whispered in your ear. You shuddered,

"(Y/N)"

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I can totally see a part 2 smut for this, but that will have to be after my Hiatus.

Hope you enjoyed~~

[daydreams-after-dark]

Hellaurr

I had a very interesting dream plz I'm desperate for Minho to facefuck me so so so so rough plz I'm literally foaming in the mouth for his cum (desperate ass call for desperate measures 🤣🤣🤣)

(with lots of degrading plz)

Hehe if ur comfortable could you make it a male!reader? If not it's fine hehe just make it gn or fem, heheheheheheh tysm 🎉✨💅

I was so excited when this ask hit my inbox. Thank you @chuuchuu1224 for sending me my first ever request for a male!reader 😘

I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, and it was so fucking hot in my head, but now I’m about to post it I’m a little nervous. As much as I love writing from a guys perspective (usually skz member’s perspective with fem!reader), I’m not a guy. So I’m never going to truly know the experience. I hope I did ok 🫣

To my female readers: I really hope you give this a read because I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it if you generally enjoy my work. Minho face fucking is a need.

Lastly, degradation is a challenge for me (I’m a praise baby, but I love reading degradation). I’m sorry if it’s not degrading enough 😬.

CW basically everything in the ask 👆

‼️⚠️As always MDNI⚠️‼️

You watched Minho perform every single week at the local theatre. Saying he was your favourite dancer was an understatement. You were well and truly obsessed with him. Your eyes would be glued on his incredible physique from start to finish, not even noticing the other performers.

Minho was everything. Strong and controlled. Fluid and graceful. He had an expression of disdain one minute, a cute flirty glimmer in his eyes the next. And the way he rolled his hips whilst looking down at himself? Well, that always got you leaking, right there in the theatre.

Every week, you'd grow hard in your pants while sitting in the audience, hoping the person who sat next to you didn't see the boner your were sporting.

You'd think about him all the way home, and more often than not, you had to fuck into your hand before you even made it into the house. You always made sure to keep a packet of tissues in the glovebox of your car.

Tonight, Minho's performance had you hornier than usual, and you made an executive decision to go find the bathrooms to alleviate your situation, before anyone had a chance to see the state you were in.

"Y/n? That is your name, right?" A voice stopped you just as you were about to walk into the bathroom. Startled, and a little panicked, you turned to the person speaking to you.

Minho. Fuck. Your hands quickly tried to hide the bulge in your pants.

Minho's eyes followed your hands to your crotch. "hmph." he grunted and raised an eyebrow.

"Y-yes...that's me." you smiled sheepishly whilst dying inside.

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"I've seen you here before, y/n." Minho said as he stripped the last of your clothes off your body. "Many times, in fact."

You were laying completely naked on a huge couch in a back room of the theatre. You gripped your cock as you watched Minho casually undress himself, tossing the garments to the floor. "Do you come to watch me?" he turned and smirked at you, before his eyes dropped to where you held yourself. “Tsk tsk. I didn’t say you could touch yourself now did I?”

You immediately released your cock, letting it lay against your lower abs, and swallowed hard in anticipation. What was Minho going to do to you?

“I see your pretty little face in the audience. Every. Single. Week.” He sauntered towards you and ran his hand up your leg, then your torso, causing you to tremble. “Watching me with that slutty mouth hung open.” He cupped your chin. “And you know what I wonder to myself every time I see you?”

Your eyes grew wide as they stared up at the man you’d admired from afar for so long.

“What that mouth would look like choking on my cock?”

You groaned and closed your eyes, your dick hardening even more.

“Hmm.” Minho stroked your cheek. “You like the idea of my cock rammed down your throat.” He forced your mouth open, shoving two fingers inside. You moaned again and sucked on his fingers, showing him what a good, obedient boy you could be.

He pulled his fingers out abruptly, dragging your saliva all over your chin.

Minho moved to grab your legs and pulled you further down the length of the couch, then climbed over you to straddle your chest. His magnificent dancer’s thighs pressed down on your chest, and his delicious, mouthwatering cock, was mere inches from your face.

“Beg me for it.” He said coldly, gripping his cock with one hand and a fistful of your hair in the other.

Your eyes started to water at the desperation you felt. You wanted him so bad you’d do anything to have him just use you. Use you for his pleasure and discard you when he was done. You’d thank him for it.

“Pl-please… Minho… need…your cock. Need your cum.” You whined.

Minho rubbed the head of his cock along your lower lip, swiping precum on it like it was lip gloss. You started to wriggle, you needed him to put it inside you now!

“Use me… please…I wanna be your cockslut.” You sobbed. Minho kept rubbing the tip of his cock along the edge of your mouth.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you good? Destroy your throat, hmm?”

You nodded desperately.

“Okay. If you think you can take it. Open.” He demanded, and you complied instantly. “No touching yourself or me.”

He pushed his cock deep into your mouth and hissed as it passed over your tongue.

“That’s it.. take it down…Such a fucking slut. Yes. Open wider.” He pulled out halfway and thrust his hips to push himself in further.

You couldn’t breathe. He filled your mouth so good. He tasted like soap and sweat. His skin so velvety and smooth, and the way the veins felt along you tongue did things to your insides.

Minho fucked into your mouth furiously, hitting the back of your throat every single time. Your eyes watered and you hoped with everything you had that you didn’t gag.

“You’re taking this a little too well.” Grunted Minho. With the hand that was gripping your hair, he pushed the back of your head into the couch, and angled his hips to push his cock in until your lips were wrapped around the base. The tip squeezed past your throat, making you gag with a gurgling sound, and your face turn red.

“Finally choking on it properly now.” He slapped your cheek, and fucking you harder still.

You were pinned under his strong legs, unable to escape - not that you wanted to. Your legs started moving about, and your hips began to jutt against thin air. You wanted some friction, but your poor cock had to just lay there, swollen and neglected.

Your hand came up to rest on Minho’s thighs. That was a big mistake.

Minho paused, still lodged deep in your mouth. “What did I say, slut? Take your filthy hands off me.” He said through gritted teeth.

You whimpered around his cock as you removed your hands.

Minho sighed and looked up to the ceiling, before looking back down at your fucked out face. “What am I going to do with you?” He asked himself.

He pulled out of your mouth and climbed off you. Your eyes widened. “No… please! Minho… I can be good… I wanna be good… please… need you..”

Minho simply ignored you and moved around behind your head to drag you so your head was hanging off the edge of the couch arm. Then he disappeared momentarily, returning with a soft belt from a bath robe.

“Little boys that misbehave must be punished. Don’t you think?” He said tying your hands together, then moving back to wear your head hung.

“Open wide little cockslut.” He said in the most condescending tone you’d ever heard. Of course you obliged, opening as wide as you could.

You knew he wasn’t going to be gentle. His cock pushed past your tongue and deep into your throat, until he was all the way in. The more you struggled and the more you gagged, the harder his cock became, and the further down your throat he forced himself.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted to choke on it.” He growled as your lips pressed against his pelvis. “I’m gonna be real nice and give you exactly what you want. I’m gonna make you fuckin’ choke.” His hand came to your throat and pressed around where his cock was stretching you open.

“Fuck…so tight…shit…fuck.” He hissed, slamming himself into you brutally.

You had no choice but to gladly take it.

“So fucking pathetic, with your leaking cock. Bet you’re gonna cum untouched… so desperate… so fucking pathetic.”

You whimpered, moaned, thrashed around as Minho held your head in place with his cock and his hands. “That’s it. Take it like the desperate little cockslut you are.”

Your neglected cock was well and truly leaking, tears were streaming from your eyes, and your mouth was dribbling messily. Yet you needed more.

You needed Minho’s cum. You wanted him to completely fucking ruin you. Just the thought of tasting his cum had you on the edge of your own orgasm, and your demise came when you opened your eyes to get the perfect view of Minho’s ass. Your cries were muffled as the coil inside you snapped and you felt ropes of your own cum land on your stomach as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami.

“So pathetic.” Grunted Minho when he saw you make a mess on yourself, then he was filling you up. “Drink it up… That’s it… Like a good little cockslut.” He panted as spurts of cum hit the back of your throat, then he pulled out to paint your face with the reminder of his seed.

“Fuck!” He growled throwing his head back as he allowed himself to calm down.

You tried to catch your breath whilst trying to desperately lick as much cum from around your face as possible. You didn’t want to waste a drop.

Minho began to redress, raking his eyes over you as he pulled his sweats up. You thought he was going to just leave you there, naked and used. If you were honest with yourself you were thrilled with that thought.

Unexpectedly, Minho knelt beside you with a towel, wiping you up and untying you.

Then he did something more unexpected.

He took you in a deep kiss.

asks are open

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[hyukassubi]

Txt when their s/o has chubby cheeks!!

A/n: AAA as a person with very cute chubby cheeks I just had this thought, so I had to write it down lol. Also this isn't proofread 🏃‍♀️💨

Genre: fluff<3

Warnings: none. (Tell me if there is any tho!!)

Summary: you got big ol' squishy chubby cheeks and the boys LOVE it 🥰✨

Yeonjun

Everytime you both do your facials, yeonjun would go behind you and wash your face for you, squishing your cheeks in every way possible infront of the bathroom mirror.

"Junnie, stop, I look like a dumpling!"

He doesn't stop. "My cute little dumpling." <33 He squeezes your face more.

He likes that name so much he calls you that pretty much everyday now

"Sleep well, dumpling."

You secretly find it cute but never tell him.

And do expect big fat kisses from him.

Especially after a big win, when Yeonjun's very proud of you or himself he just goes on over to you and places the fattest smooch on both your cheeks. (Yassss, we stan equality‼️🙌🙌)

Soobin

Soobin noticed how cute and puffy your cheeks looked, sorta like a rabbit.

And when the both of you started dating and he tried kissing you on the cheek, his world came to life.

Legit sparkles and rainbows in his eyes while he's trying so hard to keep a straight face.

From then on, he kept kissing your cheek. There was never a day he didn't kiss you on the cheek.

Not when he greets you with a kiss.

You'd be making breakfast and he greets you with a kiss. You'd come home from work and he walks up to you and kisses you.

It's second-hand nature at this point.

Sometimes he forgets whether or not he's kissed you yet and would ask you if he did.

"Y/n, did I kiss you just now?" 🧍😗🫶

"Yes, sweetie, yes you did." 🫶😊

🤨🤨 "I didn't? Darling I'm so sorry." He gets up from the dining table and walks over to you.

"But- baby you did-"

He kisses you anyway and you get all pink 💖💖

You're suprized how you kept track of his kisses up til this point.

Beomgyu

This man bites you.

He'd just walk over to you randomly then proceeds to suction cup your cheek with his lips

Legit you'd just be standing like 🧍 and then all the sudden you see this next to you: ✨👄✨

When he's in public he literally fights the urge to just nibble you.

He really likes the feel of your plushed cheeks on his lips, on his cheeks.

Yes he'd see you laying down and he'd lay with you, head on top of yours, cheek to cheek.

And you'd kinda just stay there, not moving, very much enjoying this 'cheek kiss'.

You'd play with his hair while you're at it and put on a show until the both of you sleep 🥰🥰 all cuddled up and drained from a long day, this is what the both of you need <33 (mostly what beomgyu needs, though)

He probably sleeps on your cheek better than any pillow (though you do tell him not to do that too much or for too long because health issues 🫶🫶)

Taehyun

Taehyun is more of a starer. You get me?

Like he won't necessarily knead your cheeks or stretch them out.

He kinda just stares.

Until you notice.

"Hi hyunnie!!" 🥰🥰

"Taehyun?" 🤨😦 "Taehyun are you alright?"

Man hasn't blinked in the last five minutes. "Hm? Yes sweetie of course I'm doing great." 🥰🥰

😭😭 you tell him not to stare for too long because sometimes things like this happen more than you expected or would like it to last.

So he pokes your cheeks.

Occasionally.

He leaves quick pecs if he's feeling a little bit lovey dovey that particular day but then quickly covers his mouth at your sheer softness like this 🤭🤭🤭

His lips still tingle after kissing your squishy cheeks <33

What he loves most is when you eat! Because you chew so cutely with your food kept in your cheeks making them even poofier and he just turns all pink and fluffy on the inside 😭😭

Literally imagine eating three times a day everyday with this man- this dude across the table smiling and blushing because of how adorable you are.

(but hey, you do kinda like it when he's totally focused on you hehe)

He couldn't help it!! You're too adorable 😭😭💞

Huening Kai

Like Yeonjun, Huening Kai likes to grab your face and play with your cheeks like playdough

Except he doesn't like anything getting in the way between his fingers and your cheeks.

Lotion, face wash, sunscreen, no to all of that

Mans lives for that skin to skin contact 👏👏🤩

Because of this, he kinda just rubs your face all the time.

Didn't matter what you were doing.

He could walk in a room and immediately cup your face

You would be eating lunch and your cheeks are EVEN CHUBBIER than normal and he'd poke it gently 😭😭

Here's the cutest part

You'd be sleeping peacefully right? And Huening Kai gets you all snuggled up and ready in bed

But before he sleeps with you, he snaps a picture of your angelic sleeping baby face 🥰💞💞

AND IN THE PHOTO HE'D LIGHTLY PINCH THE TOP CORNER OF YOUR CHEEK AAA 😭😭🤧🤧💞💞💞

Bonus: he'd send it to the Txt gc, and the other members would spam crying and heart emojis wishing they could touch your cheeks too 🫶🫶

KSMAJLAJA I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS!!

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🪐 The Night He Took You 🦂

A part 2 to Venus in Scorpio (requested)

bangchan as your boyfriend series!!! 🔞 (astrology based)

✨bangchan x reader (f); SMUT SMUT SMUT

✨request: “Would you possibly do some more for you n channie going further ? I feel like with his need to be in you, any way he can, he would absolutely cum in you....”

✨wc: 5.3k (i got so carried away lol)

✨***if you haven’t read part one, PLEASE do so before reading this! it sets the scene and explains from the astrology aspect. this is only a follow up and will not contain any more natal chart readings. head to my masterlist here to read!!!

✨i promise the rest of the series won’t be entirelyyyy smut. but it’ll definitely be there (hehe sorry, but also not really. we’re all sluts over here reading it anyways.)

✨ warning: this turned into the absolute sluttiest, smuttiest thing i've ever written. minors DNI!! cursing.

• You looked up longingly at your boyfriend who was situated just over top of you. You were laid on your bed, back down, with him using your lower body as support and his arms extended to hover himself above you. You reached your hand up to caress his cheek and pull his face down closer to yours. You needed his kiss just as much as any other part of him.

• Chan rutted his hips into yours, giving some much needed pressure to his hardening dick which was still fully clothed. It had been almost 6 months. 6 months of knowing you. 5 months of pining over you. 4 months of doing everything in his power not to give up his own self to obsess over you. 3 months of chasing after you. 2 months of dates. And finally 1 month of getting to call himself your boyfriend. And soulmate too, he was sure of it.

• And here he was, 6 months later, with his dream girl underneath him. 'Fuck' he thought, 'how did I ever make it here?' He stared at your lips. How beautiful and pink they were, slightly parted for him. Your big eyes, full of innocence and pure wonder, looking at him with so much conviction.

• So many nights he spent fighting off his instinct to rip into you. He was just a man after all. But he knew he needed to do it another way. He knew he needed to wait for the right time. You were the right girl, so it only made sense. Tonight would be the night that he finally would pledge himself to you. All of himself. It wasn't so much that he was excited about it as it was that he NEEDED it. He couldn't stand his body living in 1 inch of separation from yours. He was ready to throw himself all into you. To devote his heart and soul to you forever. With every breath he had, with every ounce of his being, he needed to adhere himself to you. He needed to live inside of you, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. He needed to know that wherever he was, you would be there as a part of him. No matter how far away. And vice versa. Tonight, with his mind dipped in the thought of you becoming only his… tonight, he would finally take you.

• Still towering over you, he leaned down into your kiss. His mind went blank, focusing only on the movement of your mouth. How right it felt over top of his. He wanted to take his time with you. He wanted to take it slow. But God, you made it hard.

• Slowly, he worked one hand up your body and neck, around to the side of your head. He ran his fingers into your hair, resting his thumb at the very edge of your jaw. Now having full control of your head, he turned it to the side, allowing himself access to push his mouth deeper into the kiss. He licked at the split between your lips slowly, silently begging you to open them for him. He smiled into the kiss when he was met with no resistance. His tongue quickly found its way to yours, sliding across, up and down, however you would allow it. He went deeper and deeper until he was sure he would fall in. Falling into you surely wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. ‘In fact’, he thought, ‘I couldn’t ask for anything better.’ Getting completely, hopelessly, entirely lost in you is all he could ever want. To become one with his baby.

• Chan was ready to throw himself fully into you. “Can I?” he asked, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You didn’t respond, just put your hand over his and slowly had him pull up on the top until it was over and off your head. His heart melted at you guiding him to what you wanted. You never let go of the contact, wanting as much heat of his skin as you could get. You lead his hand slowly back down, dragging along your face and down to your neck, before slowly resting over top of one breast. You moved your hand around over top of his to signal for him to begin.

• ‘Fucking hell,’ Chan thought, feeling how soft your were under his touch. He felt the contrast of your skin to the hard raise of your nipple. He couldn’t believe that he had done that to you. That all of your beauty was exclusively for him. He did that to you. He’d be the last one to ever do that to you. ‘My perfect baby.”

• He slowly began to trace small circles around one nipple, closely examining your reaction. He had to be perfect for you. Seeing you smile and let out a breath, his ego built a little. He slowly ducked his head down towards your other breast. Mimicking what he’d done with the other, he wondered how you would respond to his tongue. He held eye contact with you, waiting for any sign of hesitancy. Instead, he was met with your hand tousling into his curls, lightly stroking along his crown. Chan almost exploded at the feeling of you touching him so gently, with so much love and care. He refused to believe that all of this was his. This was his life now, and it was utterly perfect.

• His tongue drew small circles around one nipple while his hand gently worked around the other one. He made sure to go lightly, not to tease you but to make sure you weren’t overwhelmed and wanted to stop. Holding onto your gaze, he watched as you slowly writhed under the tiny strokes he was making on you. You squirmed as the pressure started to build, making you throb below and grow wetter and wetter.

• Chan couldn’t contain himself at the sight. Something almost animalistic came over him. What it was, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he wanted to completely demolish you. ‘Mine. ALL fucking mine,’ he thought. At that, he bit down hard on your nipple, sending a shock of pleasure and pain that you’d never felt before. He started to flick his tongue quickly around it, and you felt a warm sensation come over you. You looked down at Chan to see that he was still staring at your face waiting to see your reaction. Waiting to see what he did to you. You gripped onto his hair tighter, pushing him down onto you. You needed to feel him as close as possible. He got the hint and latched on, biting down with everything he had. For the first time, he felt like he was consuming you. Actually consuming you. He felt his dick harden as he thought about your body giving in totally to him. How good you took him and let him do whatever he pleased. It was almost as if your body was his own, so he could do whatever he wanted. And fuck did that make him want more.

• He moved to the other breast, continuing his rounds. He was determined to mark your whole body. To bite into you every chance he got. He would mark you until you couldn’t look at one single part of your body without remembering whose you were. His tongue flicked back and forth aggressively, like he was starved and would take whatever you could give him.

• “Chrisss,” you moaned out, becoming almost unbearably aware of the wetness heightening between your legs. You were on fire for his touch anywhere you could get it, yes. But you needed so much more. “Chris please,” you writhed underneath him.

• His name. Fuck, why did you have to say his name. “Baby,” he breathed out, his hot breath again your nipple, making you shiver. “Fuck, say it again,” he growled. You’d never seen this side of him. “Please God, fucking say it again,” almost an anger was in in voice.

• “Chris, baby, please. I need more of you. I need all of you.”

• That’s all it took. He was ballistic now. In one pulse, he was pulled up to your eye level. He looked at your face for a fleeting moment, admiring how beautiful you looked for him. Only fleeting though. He roughly took your face in his hands, almost smothering. “You’re going to look at me with those pretty eyes for the rest of the night, understand? You are mine, y/n. All fucking mine. Tonight, I will be the only thing on your mind. Focus on me. You got it?” he huffily snarled out.

• “Yes, Chris. Make me yours. Now. Please. I’m yours, I’m all yours.” You strained, trying to get the last part out. You could hardly breathe, blood rushing to your head. Your eyes almost rolled back. Chan picked up on how you responded to his new-found rage, he wondered how much further he could take you. He didn’t mean to feel that way- rage. It just washed over him. Not because he was upset with you, but because he was upset with the situation. He was overtaken with a type of mania because it was so fucking unfair that whatever he did, he could never get close to you. He could lay on top of you, have his dick inside of you, connect his tongue to yours, consume you from the inside out and it still wouldn’t be enough. You were his in this life, and that was good. But he needed you to be his in the next life, and the one after. He needed to own your soul.

• He quickly looked down at you, lustful as he’d ever been. His hands moved quickly from your jaw down to your throat. He squeezed down. Hard. Harder. Hardest. You turned red, then pale. This was the most beautiful he’s ever seen you. He hovered his face over yours in a smirk, watching as you gasped for air. He released one hand slightly, alleviating only a tiny amount of pressure before pressing right back in. Your head had fallen backwards, so he moved his own to be directly looking into you. “Breathe out. Breathe into me,” he instructed.

• A look of power came over his face as he couldn’t stop smiling at you. The way that you were choked up for him. The way that he needed you to give the last of your breath to him. “Open and give me a breath,” he whispered.

• You pursed your lips slightly and puffed out everything you could. You turned blue and felt the lack of oxygen in your brain. Your vision went blurry. The last thing you saw was Chan’s mouth hovering just over yours, taking a deep inhale through his mouth, like he had been craving it this whole time. He closed his mouth as to not let any of the air back out and took a deep swallow.

• His grip quickly loosened, and you leaned up off the bed gasping for air. “My perfect girl,” he whispered into your ear, nipping at it softly while you caught your breath. The sudden rush of air into your lungs mixing with the 180 of Chan’s actions sent you spiraling.

• He took your neck in his hands again, not squeezing this time but gaining control of your head. He tilted it back slightly and leaned down so he was only an inch from your face. “Open up baby. You’ve got to breathe me in too.” You parted your mouth, as instructed, not able to open up all the way. “Just like that,” he purred, satisfied. “You’re gonna have a part of my soul too now, okay?”

• You nodded in response, keeping your mouth parted open for him. “In through your mouth,” he instructed. His lips parted slightly, blowing a cool breath into your lips. His breath turned hot once he had strained to get out all he could. He watched as you took in all you could, gulping when you knew you’d reached the end. He sealed your mouth with a kiss so full of passion you hoped it would never stop. “You and I until the very end, yeah?”

• “And beyond,” you smiled up at him, batting your eyes slowly opened and closed. He reciprocated the smile, eyes now full of love instead of lust.

• He whispered quietly, almost as if he didn’t know if he wanted you to hear it or not. “You're the heart of my heart and the breath of my breath. You're the spirit of my spirit. I could never love anything more than you in this moment.”

• He moved down on your body, trailing kisses until he reached your underwear line. He took his time pulling your bottoms and underwear off, continuing his trail of kisses down your legs. Slowly he kissed, as if each touch to your skin was the first time. Once he reached the end of your leg, he removed the clothes completely. He quickly pulled his top off revealing his beautiful, toned torso and chest. You could see his traps sticking up from behind his back. That was your favorite part of him. Those broad shoulders always took your breath away.

• “You are so perfect, Channie,” you muttered just loud enough for him to hear. A blush spread across his face as he looked down. He got so shy every time you complimented him. He always insisted you didn’t, but you knew he secretly loved it.

• He continued his path to taking off his clothes, quickly pulling his boxers and shorts off while still on his knees in between you. Once they were off, he looked down to you, admiring every last inch. Your face had to have gone red, you thought, when you saw him look down at the area he had set out to discover, biting his lip and grabbing hard onto your inner thighs. He gripped tightly and massaged them back and forth, back and forth, looking intently the entire time. His hands let loose and he slowly dragged them up your thighs and around the sides and top of your vagina- ever so slowly.

• ‘Jesus Christ this girl of mine,’ Chan thought. He felt saliva build up in his mouth. ‘This is all yours Chris. Fuck, this is all yours,” he massaged you. He was determined to give you the most perfect, most beautiful, soul-bonding night of your life. Was it for him too? Of course. But now, you were a part of him. Pleasing you was pleasing himself.

• Once he was satisfied with rubbing his hands into you, he slowly lowered himself to put half of his body onto you. One leg to the side of your thigh and one arm resting to the side of your torso. His heart swelled as he saw you bring your hand up to hold it on his chest right above his heart.

• Chan leaned down to give you a soft kiss. “Wanted to be closer to you,” he sheepishly smiled. You smiled back.

• “Love you, Channie,” you smiled up at him, pushing your hand harder into his chest to feel his heartbeat.

• “I love you too.” He leaned his head to the side to open his mouth and plant sloppy kisses against your neck. He bit down just enough to leave a mark, and he knew it. “Let me show you how much I love you,” he mumbled into your hair.

• In one swift motion, he snaked his hand back down your body until he was just covering the top of your cunt. Finally, he started to rub, leisurely taking his time. He was so tauntingly slow, you wiggled underneath him yet again. You removed your hand from his chest and pushed it down to rest on top of his. You pushed on his hand, agging him on to go faster.

• “No, princess. Let me take my time,” he whispered into your ear with a hot breath. He was driving you fucking crazy. The way he felt slowly made you feel warm and fuzzy. It also made you feel like you were going to explode any second if you didn’t get more. You started reflexively bucking your hips up into his hand. You didn’t even realize you were doing it.

• ‘Holy shit,’ Chan thought, smiling into your hair. Feeling you rut into his hand made all of the blood in his body rush to his dick. He slipped two fingers into the middle of you, covering his them to get them lubricated. ‘So fucking wet, Jesus Christ,’ he almost threw his head back thinking about how he was the one who made you get so worked up. His fingers started to trace around your clit slowly. He felt your breathing stop, and he lifted himself slightly to get a good look at your face. You had your head leaned back, eyes closed tight, mouth dropped open. ‘This is just the fucking start baby, just you wait,’ he thought to himself, smiling down at you. ‘I’m gonna take you so fucking good.’ He sped his fingers up, gaging how you would react. Your breathing got heavier and heavier. Your hands balled up into fists around the bed sheets. ‘Look at you,’ he thought. ‘So good for me so easily.’

• The faster he went, the harder it was for you to keep control. Your head started spinning and you felt a throbbing throughout your whole body. You threw yourself into Chan’s chest, trying to bury yourself away. It felt too good. Chan instinctively pushed his chest down into you, pushing you deep into the bed and shielding you from the outside word. From inside the cage he made for you with his body, all you could hear was his heart beat continuing to quicken, and all you could feel was his quick fingers working you to your breaking point.

• “Channie… Channie… Please baby, GOD!” you yelled out, screaming into his chest.

• He let out a deep growl. “Mmmmm,” he grunted out. “Do you want to come baby?”

• “Yes, yes! Oh God yes. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” He kept the pace up with his fingers, about to send you over the edge. His face ducked down to nuzzle into your neck, planting kisses and bites on top of the ones he’d already left.

• You were getting so close. Each flick of his fingers felt like it would be the one to push you over the edge. You felt the familiar feeling of your legs starting to curl up. “FUCK. Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you kept repeating to him.

• “Yeah baby?” Chan brought his forehead to yours, one hand around your neck, now starting to press down. “I want to hear you fucking scream for me y/n. Scream for me. Scream into me. You’re not doing anything else without me anymore, do you understand? You better fucking give it all to me right fucking now. Scream for me!!!”

• Your whole body let go like fireworks were exploding inside of you. “CHRIS. CHRIS. Holy fuck. CHRIS,” you started to cry out. The whole time, Chan’s face was pressed up right next to yours, lips open yet again, like he was trying to devour every last word you screamed out.

• “Aaaahh,” he growled at you, going harder at your clit. You body went catatonic, shaking and unable to move. He just held you down in that position and swatted at your hands from trying to stop him.

• “Chris I can’t do it anymore!” you screamed out to him. Tears were streaming from your eyes.

• “You can and you will. You are going to cum for me again, do you hear me? You are going to give me the last fucking drop of energy in your body. You are MINE, y/n. Start acting like it and give yourself up.”

• Your entire face was covered in tears at this point. It felt so good, but it was just all so much. His touch was unrelenting, and every thrash of your body was met with Chan’s own pinning you down. He wasn’t going to let off one bit until you had another orgasm for him.

• You felt it slowly creeping up again in your stomach. This time even warmer than before. From the look on Chan’s face, he knew it too.

• “That’s right pretty girl, give it to me. It’s okay, you can let it out. Cry if you have to, but let it out for me,” he coached you. He wasn’t lying. You were a fucking mess, drool everywhere, hands red from pulling at anything you could, and laying in a puddle of your own tears.

• You felt it again. There it goes, a shockwave starting in your clit. It shocked down to your toes and suddenly climbed it’s way up each leg. Chan let out a small chuckle when he felt your body convulse underneath his. You lost all control of your body. Not a single thought was left in your mind. You didn’t know anything anymore. You couldn’t utter a single word, only hold your breath and ride it out. It felt too fucking good. You cried and cried and cried until your body finally relaxed.

• Finally being able to catch your breath, you couldn’t stop your tears from coming out. One after another, they kept tumbling off your face. You were too overstimulated and too exposed to do anything else. You felt like a part of you had been released out of your body.

• “Shhhh, baby, shhhh,” Chan pet your head as he held it in place with one hand, kissing your forehead. “I’m here, I’m here. It’s okay,” he cooed. He continued kissing your forehead and petting your head, but the tears didn’t stop.

• Normally Chan would be concerned. But this time, it only agged him on. His baby was crying for him. His dick grew harder and harder at the sight of how beautiful you looked crying. The most raw emotions on total display for him to watch. He was in awe. This is what it was like to have a love. To have someone that you would give everything to. And he did mean everything.

• You were trying to compose yourself. Trying to contain your cries. “Channie, I- I love you,” you finally got out in a quiet tone.

• “I love you too baby. That’s why I have to do this.” You looked into his eyes as he slowly lined himself up at your entrance and started pushing into you. He went so slowly, it was like he was waiting for you to give him a sign. This new feeling wasn’t like the last- no. With him on your clit, it felt like love in its most lustful form. But this, this feeling of him being inside of you was way more than lust. It had to be in its own category. ‘This’, you thought, ‘is love in its most unadulterated, most lavish, and most whole form.’

• Chan couldn’t believe that he was finally fucking you. Scratch that, he wasn’t fucking you. He was making love to you in its most pure structure. He felt how tight you were as he slowly pulled himself in and out of you. He studied your face for any change in expression. You still had a few tears coming out, yes, but the look on your face seemed to have changed. Were you smiling?

• “Feels good, yeah princess?” He whispered against your neck while pushing himself deeper and deeper with each stroke.

• “Yes Channie. You feel so good. I feel so… full,” you breathed out, a big smile on your face with the occasional tear streaming down. These weren’t tears of overstimulation anymore, Chan realized. They were tears of love. And that got him more than anything this entire night.

• Chan put his whole body on top of you, squeezing you down into the mattress and resting his head right on top of yours, nose to nose and mouth lingering just above yours.

• “I want you to look at me baby,” he started, eyes full of passion. “I want you to look at me until we’re done, okay? Keep those big, beautiful eyes on me. I fucking love you more than anything in this world, y/n. You’re all mine now. No one else’s. I will love you and I will be with you in your very core until the day you die, don’t ever forget that.” His words grew harsher as he started thrusting into you harder.

• “My beautiful girl, why are you crying?” He wiped at a tear and kissed over your cheek, never letting up on his speed.

• “I just- I really fucking love you Channie. I fucking love you and I love the way you feel and I love you in your body, mind, and spirit. And god, I just fucking love adore you,” you cried out with a sense of defeat in your voice.

• A nerve struck Chan with that one. He could feel his whole body start to turn hot as he began to thrust even harder. “I fucking love you too baby. With everything in me. I’m gonna show it to you. I’m gonna cum inside you, yeah?” He picked up the pace even more- faster, harder. You remained with your eyes on his the whole time.

• “You’re gonna be good for me and let me use you? Let me breed you however the fuck I want? Let me go again and again until I put a baby inside you?” He clasped his hands into a fist above your head, holding his forearms tight around the sides of your head to anchor you in place below him. He was going as hard as he possibly could. You’d never seen him in this state before. His eyes were staring into you, hungry for more than just your body, but for your entire being. He was going to absolutely wreck you before it was over with, but God it felt so good. You felt so full, and you started to get hit in just the right spot inside. Over and over, he kept hitting it. So deep, you thought you were going to scream.

• “Yes, yes. Breed me. Do whatever you want. I will be a good girl for you. I will give you everything you want,” you roughly replied. You started to move your hips up with every thrust he gave, as if he could get even the slightest bit deeper inside you. You felt it though, and he did too.

• “You ARE a good girl for me, aren’t you baby? Because you were MADE for me. Say it. Say you were made for me,” he yelled, still piercing straight into you.

• “I was made for you, Channie!” you panted, about to lose your shit. If he kept this up, you were going to cum again. He felt too good. Every inch made you lose your breath.

• You watched as Chan put his mouth right on top of yours, not for a kiss, but just as a resting point. You thought you felt a tear drop down onto your face. You pulled your head back just the slightest to get a better look at him. Sure enough, he was crying. Silently albeit, but crying nonetheless. You felt him lock his strong arms around your head even tighter, gripping onto your hair now to stabilize himself as he reached his peak of hard, sloppy thrusts. He was all but throwing himself into you.

• “Who do you belong to?!” He cried out. “WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?”

• “You!” was all you could muster back.

• “And who do I belong to?”

• “Me!! You’re mine, you’re all fucking mine, Christopher. Fucking give it to me as hard as you can goddamn it!” By this point, the tears were there to stay. This was your man in his simplest form. Just a beautifully aching soul who wanted to have someone to belong to.

• “This is what I’ve finally waited for.” Chan slammed into you, tears now streaming in waves down his face. You rolled your hips into his at an even faster pace, needing to explode all over him. And needing him to explode inside of you. “I waited for you for so fucking long.” He almost choked on his own words, crying out while saying them. “And finally I got my prize. You, my beautiful girl.” Deeper thrust. “We will never be alone again.” Deeper thrust and an even deeper cry. “Together forever okay? Until my last breath I will fucking love you.” Deeper thrust, sobs coming uncontrollably. He continued to pound into you as you cried out.

• “I’m cumming, baby, I’m cumming!” you screamed, pulling his face to latch his lips onto yours. You heard him scream into your mouth as you twitched all around him. You suddenly felt full up to the top of your head. This is the only thing you would ever need again. You wrapped your legs tightly around his torso, pulling him closer and rubbing yourself up and down on him to ride out your high.

• “Wrap your legs tight baby, I’m going to cum in you right fucking now. You better- FUCK,” he screamed into you as he felt you squeeze down onto him with your walls and with your legs. “You better take all of this fucking cum and hold it in there. You are going to HOLD IT IN. Looking so fucking pretty with my baby in you. Take it baby, FUCKING TAKE IT,” he yelled with a loud moan. He thrust as hard as he possible could, and yelled out all kinda of profanities when you felt him twitch inside of you, letting every last drop of cum out. You stayed flush against him with your legs wrapped around, writhing to ride him up and down to make sure he could ride out his high.

• “Fuck baby, fuck!” He screamed, trying to pull away from you, but you had him locked in. You kept going and going until he got his payback. Now HE was overstimulated. Crying again, you couldn’t help but have a grin on your face. Crying all for you. What a fucking beautiful man.

• Once his tears stopped and his breathing calmed a bit, you slowly stopped your moving up and down. You decided to keep him inside though, your legs still dangling around his sides.

• “Let’s stay like this for a minute, yeah?” Chan panted into your hair.

• You just smiled up into him, head smothered up to the side of his neck. Your heart was swollen to 10x its normal size.

• “You are so good for me,” he said after a few moments, finally looking down to kiss your forehead. “You know what this means?” He giggled down at you with the cheesiest grin on his face.

• “What’s that?” you looked up to his eyes. They were the prettiest shade of brown you had ever seen. You still felt so warm, so full, with his cock still living inside of you.

• “We are tied together forever now. Which means I get to haunt the shit out of you in every lifetime after this,” he laughed, squeaking a little at how funny he thought he was. There was your goofy boyfriend again. ‘Yeah, I could be content with this life,’ you thought.

[ethereal-engene]

Upstairs Neighbor | Jongseong

pairing: Jay x gn!reader

genre: slice-of-life, non-idol!AU & uni!AU // warnings: cuss words and mentions of food

summary: you confront your upstairs neighbor about something, but things play out a little differently than what you planned for in your head. // word count: 767

note: inspired by this clip & enjoy ✨

While you’ve never met your upstairs neighbor(s), you know the unit above you is a guy

His sneeze gave it away 💀 (yes it could be heard from the floor below him)

Normally you don’t haven’t run into too many issues with your neighbors, but of course on the night before your exam you run into one

Maybe you could have anticipated it when you heard the dragging of something big across the floor boards as they vibrated onto your ceiling

Nonetheless you paid no attention to it until the first chord of an electric guitar was played

As soon as you heard it, you grabbed your noise canceling headphones, in hopes that it’d lessen the loudness of the continuous guitar playing

While it did help a bit, it was still loud enough for you to grow irritated. Shouldn’t he know that other people live there and be mindful of his surroundings??

However you were still a bit optimistic that he’d stop after maybe 30 minutes but once it hit that 30 minute mark and it didn’t seem like he’d stop anytime soon

How in the fucking hell were you supposed to focus on your studies if all you could focus was the noise bouncing off the walls??

Plus this exam was such a big percentage of your grade. If you failed it, it would have to work so much harder just to get a passing grade for this class

You couldn’t take it anymore and found yourself stomping up the stairs to knocking on his door

“YAH!! Open this door. RIGHT NOW!” You screamed at the door

When the door finally opens, you’re greeted with such a handsome face that you forget what you were going to say

“Did you need something??” An equally irritated look painted on his face and laced in his tone

GOD WHY WAS HE SO HANDSOME EVEN WHEN ANNOYED?

… silence still fills the space between you two

He fake coughs trying to get your attention

“Oh… uhm yeah! I was just wondering if you could keep your guitar playing down? I’m trying to study for an exam and it’s really hard to focus on anything with it so loud.” You finally reply

“Oh and totally not related but you’re really handsome! Okay bye now” you quickly add on and start speed walking down the stairs

Only you didn’t get that far because he yelled out for you to stop

He walks over to you and stares at you like you’re crazy because why would you not even let him respond first 😭

He won’t tell you this but he thought it was cute and funny that you tried to leave without letting him respond back to your request & compliment

Obliging to his request to stop, he catches up to you and gives you his thanks & he’ll try to keep it down

Of course, he couldn’t leave you without giving you his number on a slip of paper

You know…in case he’s still too loud and maybe for something more than that 😏 (like a date or something hehe)

“Before I forget to mention, you’re cute!” His smile reaches his eyes as he hands the piece of paper

Your face heats up and finally lets go of his hand that was holding the paper

“Thanks, I appreciate it! I’ll see you around!!” Your voice slowly decreases in volume as you descend the stairs

Waving goodbye and he shouts with “No problem and I’d be more than glad if I got to see you again!” All said with hints of hope and flirtatious tone in it✨

100% stops playing guitar the whole night and decides to cook lunch for you

even though he’s just met you but also as an apology for last night

Bonus:

he shows off his collection of guitars to you

Hoping that you won’t find his collection/hobby to be too dorky

Of course, plays a couple songs trying to impress you too 😭 (he’s so cute)

Maybe even learns your favorite song(s) whenever he finally asks you out/to be official

Finds you adorable whenever you try to play a couple of chords… even if they’re so wrong 💀

Gladly walks you to class even if he has to run all the way to the other side of campus for his class (even though you told him to stop doing that when you learn about this)

100% smirks but also gets embarrassed when he learned that you forget what you were going to yell at him about the first time y’all met because of how handsome he was

This was so much shorter than I intended on but my brain blanked on what else to add 😭 oops but also I like getting straight to point 💀💀

Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this! If you did, please leave me feedback through reblogging it with your thoughts in the tags or commenting it, notes, dms, or asks! They’re all appreciated and make me very happy :))

Take care and signing off

- ash

[nayvi]

Few months ago, @neddea send me this post by @villainslut and welp I did the sketch so quickly, but until a few days, I hadn't coloured them, so well, here I am hehe 🥴✨

[historianthesecond]

Hello ^^ I hope you're doing alright c: I would rlly rlly love if you could do a fic with (dad) Nikolai maybe, and a f!reader that is an artist? Perhaps she draws or paints on her free time hehe

Thanks!

Hi! I'm doing well, thank you :3 I wish you're okay too, Anon And sure thing! I did something jkhjfjkf, I hope you like it ✨

Also I swear I'm working on the ongoing fics 🙈🙈 sorry for being like this it'll happen again

Masterpiece

Nikolai Lantsov x Fem!Reader---2.3K----SFW

Summary: Nikolai visits your atelier to see the latest painting you're working on.

Tags: Established Relationship| Domestic Fluff| Very much plotless fluff tbh| I did put a baby in there so watch out

Bouquet in hand, Nikolai thought he was silent enough while entering the queen’s atelier.

His boots were muffled by the carpet dotted with painting stains through the years, the wind moved the branches of the cherry trees outside, carrying a sweet essence of summer and growth.

Your soft hums flooded the still room, lulling your firstborn, Prince Dominik, his tiny figure laid on the automated rocking crib that Nikolai had still to improve with the way it squeaked when the baby grabbed the bars during his first attempts to sit all by himself.

But it seemed Nikolai wasn’t that good at sneaking around anymore, because he was barely closing the door as slowly as he could manage to not startle you on your diligent work, when he heard the excited gurgle of his baby, a tiny hand reaching upward as the other one was busy grabbing the fox plushie Nikolai had proudly commissioned to a toymaker in one of his business trips to Os Kervo.

You turned your stool, palette cradled on your hands, a brush hovering midair dangerously close to the canvas.

“Oh! Hi,” you said, leaving the brush aside to quickly stand up, your figure so conveniently covering the painting. With your hands clasped together, he could read that his surprise had worked to get you all flustered and shy.

Nikolai had always tried to sneak around when you were painting, even when you were embarrassed by the enthralled gaze he'd sent your way as if you'd been crafting stars and galaxies instead of just mixing colors together to paint landscapes and people.

In those times, Nikolai had wished to be better at artistic activities besides his mastery of storytelling. He loved the way how the little prince giggled, legs kicking happily as he switched his voice’s tone to match the characters in the pop-up books; and how you snuggled closer to his side, gaze glued to his face as if somehow, he could be much more marvelous than the story he was narrating.

He wanted to paint you like this, with your back relaxed and a beam so delighted that made your eyes squint, the golden light of summer days bathing you in a heavenly sight around your ivory and deep green dress that made you look like a fairy. Nikolai made a note to thank the seamstresses to help you customize your old summer dresses with new cuts and additions after his baby's birth.

It made you feel more like your old self at the same time your mind accepting your new role as a mother, just as you slowly took on your place as a ruler.

"I didn't mean to interrupt, my love," he said, finding himself sheepishly handing you a tiny bouquet he had picked from the garden on his way to his workshop. “I missed my two stars, so I thought about visiting.”

You smiled, hugging him by the waist to pull him close enough to steal a kiss. “They’re so pretty,” you said, looking at the tulips and carnations between your hands.

He caressed your cheek with his thumb. “They must have tried to imitate the queen’s beauty at the best of their capacity.”

"You're so cheesy," you said, and he felt the warmth of his cheek increase under his touch when you put the flowers in an empty vase you’d used to practice your still lives.

“Glad I haven’t lost my charm.” He winked at you, turning to greet his child. “Hi there, little pup,” he cooed, quickly picking Dominik up, the familiar weight of the baby against his chest. “How is it that you grow so much every day, hmm?” The little prince smiled, showing him a toothless grin, though Nikolai could see the baby’s gums starting to swell. “I will get you a teething ring for you to chew tomorrow, little one.”

Dominik gurgled, hands bouncing up and down against his arm.

“Now, why don’t we see what mommy is doing?” Nikolai muttered, turning to look at the canvas and the table tucked in a corner of the room, in a perfect distance and light from the windows.

You were standing between him and the painting, your overall open so Nikolai couldn’t see the work quite yet, eyes averting his.

“How come you’re hiding something from me,” Nikolai joked, his voice tinted with fake hurt, trying his best to send you his best puppy stare. “When your husband has shown you his bare soul.”

"Oh, you mean on the honeymoon?" You answered because you couldn't help it. You pretended to frown; lips pressed in a line to stifle your growing smile. “I can’t show you because it’s not finished.”

“Let me tell you that if my pup weren’t here, I would’ve answered about that honeymoon of yours,” Nikolai said in a mutter. “But we’ll talk later about that. For now, I’ll settle with saying that it’s not fair because the pup has already seen it.” Nikolai looked down at the baby, swaying him gently. “What do you say, little one? Do you like it? You must have such a refined taste already," he added, seeing how the baby tried to grab his father's rings to inspect them closer to his mouth. “My little magpie, aren’t you?”

“You’re just too curious for your own good,” you nagged at Nikolai, allowing him to take one of your hands, his fingers poking the spots where some drips of paint had fallen as you worked. A hand gently took yours toward his lips, where he kissed each fingertip. "Hmm… are you trying to convince me?"

“Is it working?” he asked, eyes twinkling with the same mischief you’d seen in your child’s gaze as he grabbed one extra handful of carrot cake from your plate this very morning.

“No,” you said, and Nikolai changed his strategy to tickle your sides, grinning at seeing your figure wiggling around, careful not to topple over the canvas behind you. “W-wait! That’s cheating!”

"It's a strategical move, my lovely," Nikolai chuckled, hearing Dominik laugh copying yours. "But can you blame me? Your work is always as breathtaking as yours."

You huffed, feeling your cheeks hot despite all the years you'd been hearing him throwing compliments at you as if he were still wooing you. His hand on your hip moved you aside slightly, letting him peek at the canvas.

Eyes drawn to each careful brushstroke that could tell so much without having a word on it, soft taps and gentle sways of painting overlayed in an uneven texture Nikolai sometimes had the urge of touching. Each one of them built the image of how you had imprinted him inside your heart; with bright eyes and a soft smile, hair perfectly accommodated except for some curls that had started to fall on his brow, without the royal badge. Only him.

He liked this view of himself, the closest he could share with someone besides the royal persona he had crafted ever since returning from his life as Sturmhond.

That’s why Nikolai had taken several of your paintings to put them around the places he spent more time in, as a reminder of who he really is. His office, with the double of both of you portrait you helped the court painter to finish when he hurt his hand in a horse race, with the both of you side to side, dressed in your wedding attire. Another one in the meeting room, a portrait of him during his coronation—seemingly egotistical, with a deeper meaning embedded in each brush stroke that he did not wish to share with many people.

His favorite was a self-portrait of you, with loose, free strokes of painting and barely any sketch underneath. You were smiling, with a hand against your cheek, elbow propelled over a desk. You had painted it when you were still unmarried, and Nikolai had to ask you for that painting as a wedding gift. By that point, you were incapable of telling him no, even if part of you still felt slightly embarrassed by the place of honor your self-portrait had on his chambers aboard the Volkvolny, right in front of his bed.

“So you can be with me every night,” Nikolai simply said when you asked him about it, on your way to your honeymoon.

“I don’t want to imagine what my poor painting had seen in this chamber,” you said before thinking, which made him burst out laughing.

“You have a very dirty mind, my queen,” he muttered with a knowing smile, his hands pulling you toward the bed.

The one you were working on right now was to celebrate his upcoming birthday. Another portrait of himself in casual clothes, with Dominik sitting on his lap as both father and child gazed at each other in awe, eyes sparkling with love and curved lips in the purest expression of joy. You had to try and capture such a moment, quickly sketching in the far end of your accounting book—and you had done so.

Nikolai held his baby tighter at seeing the painting, feeling his heart melt at the realization that his hands were already used to carrying Dominik that way, he was so used to being a father that he hadn't stopped to consider how it would look, such class of love pouring out of him every time he got to hold the little prince.

"I have to say this is your best piece yet, my love," he said in a faint breath, feeling a knot on his throat he tried to clear. “You managed to picture me all fatherly and handsome.”

You chuckled, wiping the painting off your hands with a wet towel to brush away the messy locks of hair off the baby’s forehead. “You say that as if you’re not always handsome.”

He clicked his tongue, amusement dripping from his tone. “Ah, yes. My bad. Sometimes my wife doesn’t say it that often, so I tend to forget.”

“Your subjects say it every time they see you printed on the money,” you muttered. “I can’t risk stroking your ego too much.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” Nikolai teased, stepping as close to you as he could with the baby against his chest. Dominik looked up at you, trying to grab the myriad of dry-painted stains in your overalls. “Don’t you worry, my sweet, my heart is only yours.” Nikolai kissed the baby’s head. “And yours, of course, little pup.”

You tried to stare at him. “I said it because if you get too cocky, you’ll get misbehaved, and if you get misbehaved, you’re going to teach Dominik your ways.”

He laughed, making the baby in his arms giggle along. "I couldn't dream my lovely queen won't scold me if I ever overstep,” he said, eyebrows arched to accompany his teasing.

“Hmm,” you said with a soft smile, slipping out your work clothes. “And what do you plan to do now, Your Majesty?”

“I thought about reading a book here while my pup takes a nap. Maybe we can be your models again,” he added with a smirk. “We know who your favorite subjects are, after all.”

You helped him settle on the couch, moving the cushions away to make space for the both of you. “You want to read a book with me in here?” you said with a chuckle. “I thought you get distracted too easily?”

Nikolai nodded. “I will have to focus very hard not to be distracted by my stunning wife, but it’ll be worth the effort.”

You smiled, leaning against his side so he could embrace you with his free arm. “You better not distract me too, because I have to finish the painting today, or else it won’t dry for your birthday party.”

He kissed the top of your head. “If I weren’t holding him, I would have dared to disobey you, my queen.” Nikolai looked deep into your eyes, gaze sweeping down to your lips as by custom. “Because there’s no need for a present—you had already given me the best gift that could ever exist.”

Your eyes went down to the baby that was starting to doze off, eyelids heavy as his head rested against Nikolai’s arm.

He followed your gaze, a gentle smile drawn on his face, every word muttered so close to your ear that his breath moved some tiny locks of hair there. "I'm referring to your love because without it none of this would've happened." Nikolai leaned in to kiss your lips, a gentle caress that poured all the adoration he felt for you, one of his hands cupped your waist as the other cradled the beautiful masterpiece that was the product of such shared devotion. “I love you so much, my sun. Words can’t properly describe it.”

You cradled his cheeks with your hands. “I love you, too, and I hope you can see it in my paintings, but you can’t use the pet name I’ve given you for myself.”

Nikolai kissed your lips. It was still just a peck, but he lingered, tasting the remnants of apple juice you’d been drinking. “My sunflower,” he corrected, which earned him a kiss, a real one this time, because baby Dominik had fallen asleep between his father’s arms as he usually did every night. “My queen. My love.”

You folded your legs next to your body, to propel yourself closer to him, your head against his shoulder, one of your hands woven with the one that had you embraced. “I think you’re wrong in one thing,” you said after a while, hearing the deep mix of rhythmical breathings of both your husband and your child.

He looked at you from the corner of his eye. “A very bold statement.”

You nudged his arm with your hand, softly enough not to wake up Dominik. “I think my best masterpiece is right there,” you whispered, your hand hovering over the messy locks of hair swirling atop his baby’s head.

Nikolai kissed your forehead, and you could feel the outline of his smirk. “Ah, but he’s more of a collaboration, don’t you think?” You gazed up at him, head tilted to meet his lips midway. “Still, I’m curious of knowing how our next masterpiece would be,” he commented, his tone non-committal.

You laughed silently, your giggles muffled by his kisses. “Me too.”

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Joker wanting batmans girl for a while and seducing her ;) Your blog is my happy place 💖

His Lighthouse: Giving Into Temptation (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

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In all fairness, good ol' Batsy should have hidden you better. If Joker could put two and two together, then honestly.. anyone could!

The lingering stares, the way Batman treated you after heroic saves, to video surveillance of the caped crusader entering your apartment at odd hours of the night..

You were Batman's secret lover and as such, an ideal target for his adversaries.

Joker squealed in delight when he got the final confirmation that you were Batman's girl. He couldn't wait to get his hands on you and bring the fearsome hero to his knees.

Love could make people do crazy things and Joker wanted to test that theory out on Batman.

Months of planning the perfect kidnapping was done in great detail and Joker only trusted himself to execute it. The planning involved closely monitoring you and getting even closer to learn your traits and habits.

Joker lived and breathed everything related to you to gather enough information to pull off this mission. He never calculated getting emotionally attached to you and that led to his own downfall.

He studied your daily routine until he could memorize it in his sleep. And he took great pride in knowing little details that you hardly knew about yourself. Joker knew what certain food you liked or which bouquet of flowers made you smile the brightest and unknowingly began pursuing you.

Whenever you had bad days at work, he would leave gifts at your front door with a little note:

"For you" with a crudely scribbled heart.

It was natural that you were hesitant to accept the offerings but  eventually you chalked it up to being from Batman.

Joker hated that so he went out of his way to prove that it wasn't. He bought you personalized self care products and your favorite candy on days when Bats was absent yet you still assumed it was from your lover.

J wasn't sure when his ploy to kidnap you turned into courting you instead. It was a gradual shift with how quickly you sucked him into your world.

Suddenly it wasn't a burden but a pleasure to keep tabs on you. He wanted to see a smile on your face and be the cause behind it.

If you traveled via public transit, Joker would protect you during the commute. He'd take out your trash and leave subtle clues that your rent was due while you were at work. It took everything in him not to just pay it outright but in doing so, it would bring too much alarm to himself.

Joker hated it— but he had to care for you from afar. He provided for you far better than Batman did yet he got all the credit!

Joker was at his wits end but months of unsuccessfully wooing you were about to change.

You left your window open.

It wasn't a big deal, (it was Batman's entrance into your flat) but tonight it was well known that the bat was preoccupied.

Joker was skeptical as he settled into his normal spot to monitor you. Only you surprised him again by going off schedule.

On Thursdays, dinner was done around seven and you either took a shower or a very looooong bath which ended roughly around nine. Your valued beauty sleep and strived to be in bed around ten if Bats didn't stop by.

Just thinking about what the two of you did together made Joker's blood boil. Bats indeed was a lucky man.

All jealousy aside.. The bee shaped night light that Joker gifted you casted silhouettes of your supple form as you moved around the apartment, just like the busy bee he named you after.

It didn't matter what time of the day it was, you were always up doing something. Tonight, you completely deviated from your schedule and skipped a bath to prepare for bed early.

By no means was Joker a gentleman however he found himself looking away when you walked by the window, removing your shirt. Another reason why he hated Batman: you were absolutely stunning and confident enough to strip out in the open— even if you were in the privacy of your own home.

Normally Joker watched you through the curtains but tonight you unknowingly gave him a front row seat to the best show in the world. And when you bent over to take off your pants, Joker couldn't bear it anymore.

He was blinded by your beauty and honestly it felt like he was invading your privacy; as if the months of stalking you wasn't the exact same thing.

He counted to two hundred and opened his eyes. Good. You were securing your hair for bed— wearing the most beautiful lingerie set Joker had ever seen.

His heart stopped as you left the bee light on and slipped underneath the covers.

Joker didn't come back to your apartment for a few days after that peepshow. One, because he felt guilty for staring, and two, because Batman was back.

Batman threw a wrench in Joker's surveillance routine for a full week. Joker didn't realize just how much he looked forward to being around you until he wasn't.

J spent his downtime ordering his gang members around and committing other crimes while trying his hardest not to think about you.

You and your gorgeous smile, the way you parted your hair so it fell over your eyes, (they were the shiniest gems in the world in his opinion) to the sound of your voice as you sang along to music, down to the intricate tattoo that curved up your hip that J so desperately wanted to trace with his tongue..

Oh no.

He was thinking way too deep here. You were a target! Joker would use you to break the Bat once and for all. He had a goal and it echoed in his mind quite clearly.

Break the Bat. Use you to break the Bat. Use you.. to.. break... well well well. Suddenly lightbulbs went off in Joker's head. He could have his cake and eat it too.

Joker ensured a big crime halfway across the city distracted Batman from visiting you and once the coast was clear, he took up his vigil. Nothing had changed but you foolishly left your window open again. It's like you wanted someone to kill you in your sleep.

That could be arranged.

It was Friday night and you normally stayed indoors either to binge watch a show or work on your laptop in the living room all night.

You did neither. Joker concluded that you weren't home after a quick scan. It was the green light for him to enter and check on his internal systems.

He planted a mic and a motion detector in your living room but they hadn't picked up any readings for quite some time. He feared Batman may have found it or that it was damaged somehow.

Thankfully your apartment has access to the fire escape so Joker could hop in straight into your living room with no issues. Your flat was dark and quiet so he moved in a lax manner to check on his equipment when he abruptly stopped.

Down the hall, your bedroom door was cracked open. He didn't want to believe what he thought he heard yet it was undeniable.

A soft, but audible, moan.

He wanted to hear it again. Joker didn't know his feet carried him to your room until you shrieked in alarm when the door creaked open.

"Ah! Um.. B-Bats? Is that you?" You were about to turn on a top light when Joker rushed over to stop you.

His hands were freezing cold especially with the leather gloves he wore. You were used to the Kevlar material of the Batsuit being warm and rigid on your skin, not cold. You flinched back because of it.

"Your hands are ice! I thought you said the suit has an inner warming system? Bats? Are you still there?"

You were naturally curious. Joker had only seconds before that curiosity got the better of you and you investigated further. He couldn't talk and give away that he wasn't your caped lover, so he didn't risk replying.

Joker just climbed in the bed behind you.

"W-Wait! Wait!" But it was too late. Joker was already flush with your body under the covers and he was in heaven.

Your soft curves were right there for the taking and Joker's hands shook with the need to caress them. For now his hands hovered an inch above your skin, frozen in place.

You heard a shaky sigh behind you and it wasn't the deep modulated one that the cowl normally created.

Something wasn't right but you didn't want to tip the stranger off that you were onto them. Whoever this was, they nuzzled their nose into your neck and the sensation made you shiver.

Why did it feel so good?

"Um.. I wasn't expecting you to visit t-tonight. Can you give me a minute to, ah! C-Cold!"

Joker lost the fight and rested his glove clad hands on your heated skin. It was slick with sweat and he briefly wondered if you were hot from a fever. It would explain the moan he heard. What if you were in pain?

Joker gently shushed you as he used his cold hands to try and cool you down; however, they did more harm than good.

You began to squirm as Joker's hands roamed your body. Then he heard that sweet melody again: your stifled whine. He wanted to hear it unobstructed so he rubbed your lower stomach as he brushed his lips against your neck.

"Ngh.. uhh um.. I-I thought you didn't lik— ah!"

Another hush entered your ears as Joker finally gained the courage to move his fingers in between your thighs. And then he discovered why you were soooo hot. He scoffed and rewarded you with a proper kiss to your neck.

You were absolutely soaked.

His busy bee was busy touching herself when he snuck in. How cute.

You clawed at Joker's wrist but you didn't say anything to stop him. All that fell from your lips were moans and whimpers. He loved each and every one of them. You rolled your head further back into the pillows and Joker followed your retreat to sample the taste of your skin.

He would definitely leave hickeys but neither of you cared at the moment. Right now, Joker's fingers rubbed perfect little circles on your clit while his other hand snaked around to pinch your neglected nipples. It was thrilling to allow a complete stranger to touch you. It made you sob in pleasure.

The closer you climbed, the more your body bucked in Joker's arms. He tried his best not to blow his cover with any form of communication.

And it was by far the hardest thing he ever had to do.

He knew you were right there, teetering on the edge of bliss. He wanted nothing more to shower you with the praises you needed to get off.

All Joker could do was hum and hope you followed his nonverbal cues. And because you were such a good girl, you did.

The dam finally broke with a broken plea spilling from your lips. Joker bit his own when your juices pooled in his palm and soiled the bed sheets.

He didn't stop rubbing your clit until you meekly cried, too sensitive. But the sound of your sloppy pussy just called him to do the right thing. You needed more attention.

Joker rolled you onto your stomach and the motion startled you out of your afterglow. Well that, and something was currently poking you in the lower back.

This wasn't something Batman would do. Sure he manhandled you quite a bit, (he remained in his suit ninety percent of the time during his nightly visits) but he was never like this.

Absolutely nothing was wrong with this level of passion, in fact you craved it, although it didn't feel right.

Either something was wrong with Batman or your suspicions were correct that it wasn't him. If not, then you had a good guess on who it was.

He wasn't as stealthy as he thought.

You turnt your head to catch a glimpse in the mirror. Even though it was pitch black in your bedroom, the moonlight worked in your favor to identify the man hovering above you. What you saw was enough to make your worst fears come to life.

You weren't stupid. Someone other than Batman was watching you these past few months. The uneasy feeling of being followed, things in your apartment not being where you left it, and the most incriminating evidence— finding a hidden mic in your living room led you to your hypothesis.

You were being watched by someone dangerous and the flowers and other pretty gifts couldn't gloss over that fact.

The smart thing to do was confront Batman about it. It could actually be his equipment but there was no reason for him to spy on you.

Which led you to believe that it wasn't Bats. In that case you decided not to tell him. You were just a booty call; he wasn't responsible for your safety.

This was a problem you could handle on your own and you would start troubleshooting it right now.

"Um c-condoms are in the second drawer." You arched your back and Joker's gaze dropped down to admire it.

He hesitated and the silence made you fess up.

"I-I know who you are. I don't know much about Batman.. um he and I aren't really that close. So I'm afraid I won't be the best hostage if you decide to um, kidnap me." You paused to laugh but it lacked mirth. "I doubt he'd come rescue me anyway."

Joker was speechless. What man in their right mind wouldn't come rescue you?! He just couldn't wrap his head around the insanity of it.

You gasped when Joker flipped you back over to face him. In the dark, the Prince of Crime hovered above you looking absolutely furious.

But not toward you. He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand and spoke for the first time.

Hearing Joker on the news was one thing. His voice was designed to instill fear in the hearts of many, yet in this intimate little bubble within your bedroom, his voice was liquid honey to your ears.

"BaT-mannn is a fool. The most uhh, precious thing in the worldd is right here.. and he refuses to protect it."

He traced his fingers from your temple down to your trembling lips. "Tell me little bee. Does he treat ya right? And. Don't. Lie."

Joker bent down to continue marking your neck. You jumped and rested your hands upon his shoulders, trying to drum up the right response.

Could you really tell your lover's sworn enemy that you weren't happy? Sure Batman was an experienced lover— he brought a sense of thrill into your bed, but once he was done, that was it.

Batman was too busy for proper affection. He was always on the go and oftentimes your time with him was interrupted by crimes in the area.

Your 'relationship' with Batman was a fleeting one. He kept his cowl on and you didn't ask any unnecessary questions.

You knew he had other lovers but when he slipped through your window, he was yours— if only for a few hours.

Was that enough? No. You craved for something that you'll never have so when the random flowers and gifts appeared in your apartment, you were optimistic.

You felt desired again! What hopeless romantic wouldn't ignore the red flags?

So what if The Joker stalked you for months? It was attention that you didn't have before. He cared for you more than Batman did and proved to be a better lover too. The little things that Joker did added up far greater than Batman's sporadic moments of affection. Could you even compare the two to begin with?

It was wrong to betray your lover but since when did Batman deserve that much respect?

Joker was waiting on an answer and he wasn't idle.

His lips had yet to cease their exploration of your skin and his hands had a mind of its own, molding your body like clay. Your first orgasm was still fresh on your mind and it had you thinking.

Joker made you cum with just his fingers. You wondered what else he could do, so you whispered your answer into Joker's ear.

"No? Whaddya meannn no? Mmm, if I had ya.. you'd be spoiled rotten. Would ya like that Y/n?"

He emphasized your name with a roll of his hips and your body automatically relaxed to let him in. Joker rocked his hips into yours while sucking on your neck. His dick was constantly rubbing against your folds and the slick sound of it echoed throughout the room. The indirect contact was driving you insane.

Yes was the only word you can say and you repeated it like a mantra.

"Hush, honey bee. I got ya." Joker groaned out loud, causing you to shiver in delight.

He had no business sounding like that and he knew the effect it had on you because he didn't stop. There was no point in being quiet anymore so Joker let all his previous thoughts bubble to the surface.

"F__k, I wanna taste ya! I knooooow you'll taste like honey. Mm my little bee.. always working. Want me to take care of you for a change? You need a break, don'tcha doll?"

He sat up and began fumbling with his belt. You rose to help but Joker smacked your hand away.

"Aht aht, you don't have to do a thing... well maybe just one. Touch yourself. Get nice 'n wet for me." Joker smiled when you licked your fingers and slid them down your body.

You were too quick to action and it jogged Joker's memory to how all of this started.

"Is thaT what you were doing when I came in? Hiding under the covers rubbing one out? Oh you poor poor thing. Does he even try to get you off?"

Your finger stilled on your clit. The answer was written all over your face.

Joker had removed his shirt and slacks but glanced up when you abruptly stopped. It was obvious to him what was going on.

"It's all about him, isn't it? C'mere."

Joker met you halfway and after a moment of hesitation, he kissed you. It was better than what you expected. The bumps and ridges of his scars added a new dimension to the kiss and you couldn't ignore how he tasted.

Smokey yet sugary sweet, it was a combination you could get addicted to and it was evident in the way you dragged Joker down to lie on top of you, wanting more.

He didn't complain and moaned through the kiss as his skin met yours. You were hotter than before and willing to share that warmth as you wrapped your legs around Joker's waist.

Your vision wasn't that great in the dark but you heard Joker reach over and fumble inside your drawer for a condom. You honestly thought he'd go without it due to his nature but he surprised you yet again.

A shame you didn't get to see Joker in the nude. Perhaps he and Batman were alike in that regard: they both kept to the shadows.

"Don't think bout anyyyy thing else mkay? Just.. uh lie back and feel.. f__k! You feel so good!!" In the middle of reassuring you, Joker had begun pushing his cock inside of you.

Your jaw dropped in shock at the overwhelming sensation and with Joker's weight pining you to the mattress, you clawed his back trying to escape.

Joker hissed from the sting, "Take it honey bee, you got it!"

But did you really? Just when you thought you couldn't take any more dick, Joker came to a stop, nestled deep inside of you. The stretch alone took your breath away.

You felt horrible for comparing the two enemies, but Joker was far better.

He pulsed and throbbed within which massaged your inner walls and he kept you buzzing with arousal by kissing and biting your neck.

Joker's hands, now rid of gloves, were like a hot knife cutting through your curves and kneading you into submission. He explored your most sensitive areas and created new ones with ease. Joker had yet to move and you were already nearing your climax.

Was this how sex was supposed to feel? If so, you were hooked.

"J-Joker... please. I-I need you to move, please."

He groaned what sounded like a "Yes ma'am." before pulling out, only to snap right back into place, harder than before.

Your sudden shriek had him smiling in your neck.

"Thereeee ya go doll. That'sss how it's done." He set an even pace, thrusting deep into your pussy to make you feel amazing. A quick glance to his right told him he was doing a thorough job.

Your beautiful smile was everything to Joker. He made you happy, no one else and with that accomplishment, Joker simply let go.

He grabbed onto your hips and never stopped thrusting into you. Even when the bed started to creak or when his grip on you became too tight– he didn't let up. Joker pounded in as deep as possible so all you could think about was dick. It was him making you go crazy stupid, no one else. You were moaning nonsense for only Joker to hear.

And it only fueled him to give it to you harder. "Ahh I'm sorry honey bee, I don't speak slut. What. Was. That?"

You pushed Joker's stomach as tears fell from your eyes.

You were having a sensory overload all thanks to Joker and his soft dom behavior. In one minute he would lick your tears away and the next swear under your breath at how good you were for him. Now he smiled like a wolf, expecting a coherent sentence from you.

Despite his cruel words, you saw the genuine devotion and concern Joker tried to hide. He let go of your hips to cradle your head as his thrusts into your pussy threatened to bang your head against your headboard.

His unnatural green eyes glowed in the darkness and you clung to them like a lifeline.

"I.... I-I think I'm gonna.." You choked out. Joker grinned again and slowed down his brutal pace to agonizing drawl.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum all over my cock? Do it then, doll. It's okay."

He growled when your inner muscles clenched around him. As if it were possible for you to get any tighter. You were killing him. Joker only thought it fair to return the sentiment.

Your eyes rolled back and he laughed before helping you tumble further over the cliff.

"Yeahhhh.... Like that. Just.. like that honey bee. Ah it feels too good doesn't it?" His hips picked up the pace thus prolonging your orgasm against your will. You hoped and prayed that your neighbors weren't home to call the police with how loud you were screaming.

I mean a murder was being committed. Your pussy didn't stand a chance against Joker.

And he was the most cockiest lover you ever bedded.

"Hehe! I bet Batsy doesn't hit it.. ahh, l-like this, huh? Let it all out sweetheart, give into temptation. I got ya. I..." Joker shuddered once before all of his weight fell onto you.

It was welcomed, for his helpless moans in your ear gave you copious amounts of confidence.

He was emptying his load into the rubber but you could feel the intense warmth with each spurt. Your world was hazy but you were slowly coming back down. Joker didn't mind the tight embrace you trapped him in, since he found himself never wanting to leave anyways.

However, duty called. Joker sighed before detaching himself and leaving the bed– and you quickly protested.

"W-Where you go? Don't."

Joker smirked at your jumbled sentence but tossed his used rubber in the wastebasket. While was up, he moseyed on over to your en-suite bath to run some water.

Although he was a psychopath without a soul, aftercare was still important. He doubted Batman offered you that courtesy so he strived to one up his enemy in every way.

You tried sitting up but you found yourself sore and missing Joker's warmth. It wasn't the best logic to have but like an addict, you were fixated on your newfound high and wanted more.

Joker emerged from your bathroom with a washcloth and slapped your thigh to halt your movements.

"Stop moving, ya busy bee. Lemme me take care of you another way hmm?" You nodded warily and it was Joker's cue to begin. He took great care to wipe you clean and finished by leaving a wet kiss below your naval.

You jumped at the silly contact. Joker's mood was so unpredictable, you couldn't keep up. You didn't know what else to say but, "Um t-thanks."

He shrugged as he toed your bee motif night light on. Then you got to see The Joker in all his glory.

His signature green hair was askew in sexy curls, whereas his clown makeup was smudged beyond recognition. You hated to see the mess it left behind on your skin.

He was slipping into his boxers when you propped up on your elbows. "What now?"

Joker tossed you a bemused grin. Bats really did a number on you psychologically.

Did the caped crusader really bust a nut and dip without any proper goodbye? Joker made a note to scold the hero about his manners (or the lack thereof) the next time they butted heads.

But first Joker had to calm your fears. He didn't plan on staying for long but one look into your watery eyes and seeing your pouty lower lip wobble, had him making new plans.

And they all involved including you into his life.

"Now... I'll get ya some water and a uh, snack, so ya don't get de-hy-drate-ed. You.. should use the little ladies room while I ponder if I really wanna kidnap ya or not. After sampling a pussy like that.. d__n, I can't just leave! No, nooo, no.. I thinK.. I want you all. For. Myself. In fact, I think I will. You're mine now."

Joker ended his declaration by kneeling on the bed with his lips brushing up against yours in a mock kiss.

And just like a lawn chair, you folded.

Your eyes fluttered closed assuming that Joker was gonna kiss you properly, but your eyes flew back open when you heard him heading out the bedroom instead.

"Go use the bathroom. I'll be back with some uhh fruit snacks annnnnd for round tw~oooo!!"

Round two? So he was serious just now?! Just what had you gotten yourself into?

[elitadream]

Ok so I was watching Brave earlier and I had ✨a thought✨

In the body swap AU what if being tapped in a monster’s body starts to have an effect on Mario where he slowly starts to lose himself to the monstrous urges? Like for a few seconds he’ll essentially ‘black out’ and become one with the beast he’s physically become, and overtime it starts to happen more frequently and he can’t control it no matter how hard he tries.

And when Peach and Luigi eventually rescue him, it happens again; His eyes change color and he starts to talk in low snarls and grunts. They’re both confused, but quickly figure out something’s not right, and they’re forced to back away as he starts to corner them with a menacing, animalistic glare. He raises the claws, but before he can attack he suddenly comes back to his senses. Realizing what he almost did, Mario profusely apologizes and explains that it’s been happening on and off for a while, feeling completely ashamed of himself despite knowing it’s not his fault.

Obviously I don’t expect this to actually happen (nor do I want it too cuz I would literally never recover lol) I just felt the need to participate in sharing ideas hehe

This had me pacing around and banging my fists on the table because YES. That's genius, omg!! 😱 What if the body they inhabit had a direct impact/influence on their psyche long-term? What if Bowser progressively assimilated human behavior while becoming more sophisticated, whereas Mario slowly felt his own mind begin to slip as the beastly side began to take over?

And for it to happen in front of Luigi and Peach too!.. 😭🙇‍♀️ Mario would be utterly mortified to be seen like this, poor dear. 😥 What if he ended up hurting one of them by accident?? It would be so scary for him to feel that shift and be unable to stop it. To slowly - but surely - start to lose the grasp he has on his own thoughts and actions. In a scenario like this one, I imagine that it would be a race against time. A rushed and desperate attempt to turn him back to normal before he forgets who he is entirely. 😣

I love mixing ideas and integrating concepts from different movies into this universe, and the premise for Brave fits perfectly in the body swap AU. 🎭💯 Thank you so much for sharing, dear!! 🙏💖

[crazy-as-a-jaybird]

you wanted it, didn't you i can't believe you did

my ass is going to be famous for this rubbish, yay

colors as lees

red ❤️

- blush that spreads over their whole face along with ears and neck

- how DARE you presume they can be ticklish

- violent roars of laughter

- their neck is just the worst

- you'll have to hold their hands down or you'll get scratched

orange 🧡

- JUMPY

- uh buddy pal love mine howbout we just—

- it's so much better if you have to chase them

- may yell in your ear

- rolls around a lot

yellow 💛

- dimples

- still compliments during tickling

- just loves their ler wholeheartedly

- "ohOHOH oh gosh 🥰"

- arches their back and encourages the ler to raspberry their tummy

green 💚

- demands to play hide&seek but gives themselves away with endless giggling would easily win otherwise

- shrieks and howls of joy

- wriggles from teases alone

- walks barefoot

- is the type to get a lee mood from watching bumblebees buzzing around

cyan 🩵

- has hoodies and beanies to hide their face with

- explains sheepishly what exactly would they like you to do with them

- paintbrushes get them well

- squeaky

- enjoys exposing their spots even when they're a little embarrassed

blue 💙

- likes rubs

- but hates babytalk or not

- seriously gets tickled even through their clothes

- "itchy 😡" *proceeds to scratch off*

- purses their lips to keep the sounds in i wonder how long will it take them to give up, hmm

purple 💜

- "careful careful careful 😭😭😭"

- makeup brushes ✨

- frequent pick-me-ups

- is only comfortable with it when you and them are alone

- needs some time to start laughing freely

pink 🩷

- likes the soft playful side

- doesn't mind spicing the things up tho, it depends

- emotional support stuffies

- the cutest giggles ever

- bites their lips

brown 🤎

- eeep!

- cherishes small everyday tickles while cooking or doing chores

- hasn't grown out of nursery rhymes

- will throw their head back and forth

- the ultimate recipe is wiggling a single finger over their skin and digging in

white 🤍

- squeezes their own cheeks

- mmmphff 👉🏻👈🏻

- is too clueless to hide their reactions

- and is too shy to even beg, just accepts their doom

- flappy hands

gray 🩶

- sleepyhead

- hehe tingles so funny

- aims all their concentration at the sensations

- therefore gets overstimulated quickly

- loves gigantic blankets

black 🖤

- "dont dont DONT 😨"

- will legit cry, angrily and comically, if you wreck them

- craves revenge in any case

- but they're such a limp puddle by the end of it all that they can't get up

- twitchy lips and toothy grins

[lightlycareless]

I dont know if im doing this right or where im supposed to send this but ✨ lol

just want some smut from naoya' s perspective bahaha 🙃

Heya anon!

Sorry I took a while to respond, I'm still not used to writing smut so it's harder for me to write it. Nonetheless, I hope you're able to enjoy what I've prepared 😈 I'm so not used to writing Naoya's perspective, I feel like he can be very... difficult to write lol He's very very mean.

Anyways, this takes part during their honeymoon (referring to this fic here hehe to my non-followers) an example of what was going on when they were away for the rest of the world.

I must say that it's not nice, it's straight up non-con explicit content. So minors, please do not interact.

Now, without further ado.... happy (as much as you can I guess lol) reading!

“What are you doing standing all the way over there, my love?” Naoya would say upon noticing your figure just by the corner of his eye, stopping his training set just to acknowledge you.

A smile parts his lips at the peculiar sight of you just standing there, silently staring at him with those big round eyes of yours he always loved to stare at, and finding it a bit humorous how you were all the way to other side of the training grounds, appearing  shy to be in his presence—adorable really, as if the two hadn’t done more than enough at that point to remove all… formalities.

It doesn’t take much to put Naoya right in the mood, and your unwitting gestures would be the perfect example.

“C’mere” he orders, but even then, you don’t respond, continuing to look at him in complete silence, and perhaps… reproach?

A sentiment that Naoya catches all too quickly, pausing his amusement and replacing it with irritation.

“I said—come here.”

Your husband never liked being rough with you, outside of bed that is. It was undeserving of the one he considered to be the love of his life; but his family did well in telling him that a woman of your background needed to be heavily worked on if she was to become of his standards.

He can’t be too disappointed though, for while there was still a bit of resistance on your side, after he was done with you the first night, you’ve become much more compliant to his requests.

Just like this one, which as soon as he enunciated those words, Naoya would find you making your way to him, stopping just a few inches away—quickly closed when he decides to grasp you by the arm, swiftly pull you into his chest, and encase you with his arms.

Beaming for the closeness of his wife, a wide grin appears on his lips as he now glances down to you, hoping to get a better look of that cute face he adores—but when he notices that your gaze is anywhere but on his, his frustration returns, quickly remediated by moving his hand up to your face, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you back to him.

“Why are you so shy out of the sudden? It’s not like I bite or something.” He frowns, before chuckling. “Not that hard anyways.”

You don’t respond, rarely do as a matter of fact, but he doesn’t mind, not when he just wants to hear the sound of his voice alongside your occasional agreements.

“I missed you today, you know?” he murmurs, resting his hands just below your waist. “It’s unbearable when you’re not around—why can’t you just stay here?”

Silence. Naoya sighs. Maybe he did want a bit more than just a nod for this occasion.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” he says.

You swallow.

“No” you quietly respond “Obviously not…”

“Then answer, princess. You make me feel like I’m interrogating you, you know?” He likes the chase, but now that the two are married, is there anything else to chase?

“I didn’t want to… bother you” you whisper. “You seemed busy.”

“Is that so?” He grins, undeniably pleased by your supposed consideration, ignorant to the fact that you were actually trying to look for a way to contact your family during your 2-week stay at his family ryokan, solely returning when one of the staff members blatantly lied at your face by saying that the phone was unavailable (after she used it) and rapidly redirected you back to your husband’s location.

Naoya would later hear about this but would fail to play out the appropriate consequences due to his preference of indulging in the vast, seemingly interrupted time he’d have with his wife—any wrongdoings could be dealt with back at the estate.

This was his honeymoon, after all.

“How sweet” Naoya says, pulling you impossibly closer to him—you whine at the harshness of his movement and the unwanted closeness, placing your hands over his chest in hopes to push him away, but his strength keeps you where he wants before leaning down to peck your lips. “My adorable wife looking out for me! What a lucky man I am.”

Naoya means half of those words, perhaps even lesser, given they were made in the same venomous, demeaning manner he always spoke to you. Truly, this marriage was only made with the benefit of one in mind.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m not upset by your absence” he says, his hands trailing down even further, making you flinch when he stops by your ass, harshly gripping it. “How are you going to make it up to me, hm?”

Is a question that wasn’t intended to be answered, or more like you didn’t have the opportunity to do so, for he already made up his mind and was only being nice.

“Strip”

“He—here?” you breathe, frightened eyes looking up to him. Naoya notes how you don’t question his actions anymore, just the timing if anything, and this advancement makes his cock stir—truly, you’re slowly being tamed into the perfect wife. “But—but someone is going to see—"

One he just can’t wait to devour.

“It’s not like they haven’t heard us before” Naoya responds, God knows the many, many times he’s bumped into flustered servants after being done with you, clearly embarrassed for overhearing the way he ravaged you.

Doesn’t mean he’ll want them to see you like that, but he won’t deny that the thought of it did something to him, or how you can’t do anything to stop him.

Naoya insists one last time.

“Strip” And in a trembling manner, you quickly begin to undo your obi, the layers of your kimono subsequently to the ground and revealing your bare body to him, nothing underneath, just as he’d ordered you to be for easier access, even when it was cold—a sight that yet again, stir’s Naoya’s cock harder, a tent in his pants now protruding against you, desperate to seek release, instinctively rubbing it against you.

Naoya then accommodates you by turning you around, placing your back to his chest while one of his hands scurries to take a hold of one of your breasts, the other finding comfort in the hotness of your cunt.

“Na—Naoya—!” you whimper, struggling between stopping his incessant attack on your nipples, hardened and far more sensitive due to the cold weather, or the squelching sounds your pussy made as he fingered you as roughly and deeply as possible. “Naoya—st-stop!”

“Already this wet for me?” He teases as he curls his fingers inside you, making you release a louder and obscener moan from your lip, hold on his arms briefly hindering—sign that he’s found that one spot that always make you come undone, proud that he’d done so in record time; as expected from the many, many times he’s claimed you by now.

“Fuck—you just keep getting wetter and tighter—how’s that even possible?!” He laughs, finding great enjoyment in the way he’s struggling to move his fingers inside your cunt, to which you could only respond with a whimper, tightly closing your eyes and pressing your lips together to avoid releasing any more moans, failing when he attacks your sweet spot again. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?”

You attempt to shake your head in rejection, but when he graces it again, your mind goes blank, a hot jolt of pleasure washing over your body, unwittingly tightening against his fingers, making you grasp his arms for support, release soon approaching.

“I barely even touched you, and you’re already cumming?!” He says when noticing these all too familiar signs, pride filling him as he continues to tease your cunt. “I really am lucky…”

The way he begins to rut against your ass, as if seeking his own release, as well as continuously fingering your velvety walls makes you clench around his digits one last time—Naoya can feel your heartbeat quickening, your gasps becoming shorter and louder, and he just knows you’re almost there.

So, he continues moving his fingers, as quickly and roughly as possible, stretching your cunt as wide as possible before pushing them further and further, almost as if he were trying to see how far he could reach.

Your orgasm is hanging on a thread by now, the briefest of graces in your sweet spot and you’ll come undone, but it only happens when Naoya decides to toy with your clit, pressing his thumb against it and rubbing it in such painfully delicious way that finally has you cumming.

Naoya feels your walls twitching for a quick second before your orgasm finally comes clamping down on his fingers, your eyes rolling to the back, mouth falling agape, allowing moans to escape as you take in on the dizzying, numbing orgasm your husband has given you for the nth time that week. You hold onto his arms for a bit longer before going limp.

Luckily for you, Naoya was there to grab you, all whilst feeling the subtle clenches of your cunt, remnants of your sweet release. Your velvety walls milked his fingers in such a way that almost made him regret not shoving his cock instead.

However, he wouldn’t have to wait long for that, for once you eventually quieted down and overcame your orgasm, Naoya would take the next step—not without humiliating you, of course.

“Look at this!” he jested once removing his fingers from your insides, admiring the slick coating his fingers as if it were a delicacy. “It’s like you wanted them to drown or something—you vixen.”

You try your best to look away from the embarrassing sight before you, of the way they glistened against the light or how he’d play with it, as if testing it’s… texture.

It was disgusting, hot, and humiliating—but that would be nothing compared to what Naoya did next.

“And sweet too” he’d say, and then, plunges his fingers inside his mouth, savoring your flavor before grinning.

After Naoya considered you well teased, he decides to release your breast from his hold and grab your face once again to turn it towards him. It’s obvious what he wants now, given the way he licks his lips and slightly pouts, so knowing better than to fight him you move your face closer to his and kiss him.

It was always surprising to see Naoya capable of softness, tenderly moving his lips alongside yours as if he were afraid of hurting you, but of course, it wouldn’t take long before his greediness took a hold of him, tongue quickly fighting its way past your lips and into your mouth, where he’d roam as freely as he wanted, touching each and every single crevice inside, whilst giving you a combination of his taste and yours.

You instinctively winced out of disgust and the frightening way he continues to kiss you, it’s almost like he’d want to eat you alive.

Salvation only comes when air becomes scarce between the two, and with one last push, your hands finally manage to separate him from you.

It takes a moment for Naoya to come back to the present, given the way his groggy eyes (almost if drunk by your presence) stare through you, but once out of it, he kisses you one last time before continuing.

“Get on the floor” he says, placing his hands over your waist. “On four”

There’s no time for questioning, but even if you knew the arrangement between the two, you couldn’t help but protest.

“Naoya—”

“What is it now?” He rolls his eyes, tired of your seemingly incessant complaints, the two have done this thousands of times at this point, so what’s the issue now?

His aggressive response makes you quiet down for a bit, and he sees you hesitate for a bit, but he knows he doesn’t have anything to worry about, more so when the bane of your existence turned out to be something, well, silly in his own words.

“I don’t… want to get… dirty” you quietly add, and Naoya chuckles.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” he smirks “We’re only going to get dirtier from here onwards, princess. You know that, right?”

Well, if he supposes it’s such a bother to have him fuck you on the ground… he guesses he can compromise.

“I know what we can do” Naoya says after quick thinking, a position he already had in mind for a while now. “Let me see… I have to do this first—”

He doesn’t even ask for permission before he’s already grasping your left leg, hand behind your knee, and lifting it just above his arm. It’s a position that exposes your intimacy completely, rightfully startling you and having you grab his shoulders for support.

“Naoya—!” You attempt to fight against his hold, end this humiliating position before anyone incidentally barges into the training grounds, but (un)fortunately for you, the moment the nearby staff knew you were there, steered clear of the premises. “N—no! Not like this!”

Naoya doesn’t care to react, per usual, not when he knows he’s just a few moments away from entering you, already aligning his cock to your soaked slit.

“Have to do this first” he says, as if you were asking for an explanation. Well, at least your husband had the decency to somewhat prepare you for what’s to come. “Hold me”

“Wha—”

“Hold me, unless you want to fall” he urges again, desperate to get inside your sticky walls and drown in pleasure. Any other moment he would’ve not cared and just moved on, but you’re not any other person, you’re his wife, and he cares enough for you to not get hurt…

But if you don’t act fast, he’ll just might skip that over too.

“Or not—I don’t really care.”

Not like you were given much choice, because the moment he rubs against your cunt, dampening his cock, for better entrance, and begins to press past your folds and inside, you instinctively wrap your arms around your shoulders, whining as he inches deeper and deeper into your cunt, until the head finally nestles just by your cervix.

Naoya hisses, savoring the tightness and warmth of your cunt for a moment, enough to sway him away from what he was supposed to do, but he quickly composes himself, snaking his other hand underneath your right thigh, and with unparallel swiftness, pulls your body up, making you hold him even tighter.

His heart skips a bit when finding your actions to be surprisingly adorable, cooing at the intimacy in such a way that would make any man marry you on the spot.

Luckily for him, you were already his.

“Hold on tight” he breathes against your ear, giving one last adjustment to his hold on you. “Wouldn’t want you to fall.”

And then, he promptly begins to jump you over his cock, roughly slamming your hips onto his as he now seeks that pleasure he could never abstain himself from.

It’s an addiction, the way your pussy grips his cock so, so tightly, how it always seems to milk it dry, makes him never want to leave. Never want to pull away, back into the cold and lonely closure of his pants, wanting to spend all day, every day, inside the comfort of your sticky walls, instead, dreaming of the moment he’d get to be by your side and do just that.

But he guesses he’ll do with what he has, making up for his disappointment by instead fucking you in any way and place possible, just as he’d been doing since arriving to the estate, having started by the bedroom, the bathroom, the dining hall, and now… the training grounds.

His mission will always be to make a mess of you every single time, and today will not be an exception, soon finding your sensitive spot and relentlessly attacking it once again, making you whimper whenever grazing it.

“You—you like that, don’t you” Naoya snicker, getting a better hold of your ass to continue harshly plunging you against him. The tip of his cock bruises your cunt in a way that only lets you moan in response, but he wants words this time. “Answer me, princess, do you—do you like that?”

“Hmmnnngh!! N—Nnn!!” you whimper, pressing your lips as tightly as possible to avoid responding, but one particularly harsh thrust has you opening your mouth wide, releasing an obnoxiously loud moan—and you swear you could feel him grow bigger. “N—no!”

“Don’t lie to me, slut” He chastised, marking his fingers on your skin in retaliation. “I can feel you tightly clenching on my cock—So, I’ll—I’ll ask you again”

It’s evident that he isn’t thinking of anything but the warmth of your walls and the blood rushing to his cock, seeking that thread of pleasure and how to get to it fast enough—and one of his favorite to-go thing for that is your voice letting him know how much of a mess he’s making out of you.

It’s like a reward for a job well done. Your squirms, whines, moans and babbles, all stirred something inside him that pushed him to want more, and more.

He damns the day he met you but doesn’t regret it at all.

“You like that, don’t—you?” He breathes as he continues plunging deep into your core. “You were all shy, but—but this is what you wanted all along!”

“Nao—Naoya” you squirm, holding tightly against him, and your gesture puts him to the moon, confusing it with submission to his pleasure instead of embarrassment, believing you wanting to be as close to him as he makes you unravel.

And he loves it.

“Yeah—you love that, don’t you?” Naoya grins “Of course you do, I made you like that after all. I knew that once you have my cock you wouldn’t be able to let it go—!”

How he manages to swiftly thrust deep into your core with this position is something that surprises even himself, if not make proud, more so when he’s able to keep a continuous pace that was sure to make him finish soon enough.

Either way his goal is clear, and as he keeps getting closer and closer to his release, his thrust becomes sloppy, making his hold falter on you for a quick second, before regaining his momentum. It doesn’t take much longer for that familiar jolt of pleasure to invade his senses, thrusting faster into you before keeping you still, forcing you down on his cock while it twitches, and then, releases his hot seed inside you.

He groans when he feels his cock begin to fill your cunt, pushing closer to you as an attempt to reach as deep as possible and completely coat your walls—he bites his lips, resting his head against your shoulder as you can’t do anything else but hold him, eyes closed tight as you wait for him to finish.

After a few seconds of having you in this position, feeling sated for what would be the first orgasm of the day, Naoya then looks back at you. It’s only for a brief moment that his eyes lock with yours, because he’d then look at your lips, lick his, and capture them in a heated kiss to seal his high.

It’s just as intense as before, if not a bit sloppy, given the seemingly reckless way he moves alongside you, but that doesn’t stop him, going on like that, cock still inside you, for a bit longer and only leaving when the bliss of his orgasm calms down, enough to clear his mind, and the need of air proved too much to keep ignoring.

“Y/N” He breathes, unsheathing his cock from your tight walls and invertedly unplugging his seed from inside you. A drop manages to slide down your thigh, other to the ground, and the sight of it makes Naoya mad with desire.

He knows he’s given the staff more than enough evidence that he’s keeping up with his marital duties, more than enough work to clean after—and no matter how many times he’s done this, nor the incessant ways you’ve complained to him to at least keep things clean, he still gets the same rush at the first time.

It kind of saddens him to see his seed being discarded so easily, guess he has to “make up” for the spill, now.

“Y/N” He says again, almost in trance as the bliss on his eyes begins to diminish “You can do better than that, can’t you?”

His words could only signify the beginning of a long afternoon, where his cock would find it’s way back into you—and it did, various times.

The way he’d take you wouldn’t be him holding you up, he’d instead would follow through his initial request, placing you on the floor and on all fours, still indifferent of the complaints you given him, and take you from behind.

This position, while simple, was one of his favorite for he could be far more relentless, harsher if you must, and lewder too— it gave him endless possibilities, such as using his hands to knead any part of your body he could get a hold of, either from moving your hips to the pace he wanted, landing his palm on your ass, enjoying the way you’d squeal whenever his skin would touch yours, growing harder when seeing the redness forming on it.

And of course, the vulgar way his hips would sound against you, sometimes, it’s all he ever hears.

Or he’d have you ride him, letting you do all the work as he sits back, relax, and enjoys the way your tits bounce before him, occasionally raising his hands to twist and pinch your hardened nipples, or even taking them in his mouth, letting tongue do the teasing while forcing you to stay there by wrapping his arms around you, rolling your hips against him as your cunt softly clenches around his cock.

The day would only end when he’s found himself rightfully sated by spilling his seed inside you countless times, to the point where it would dribble down your legs and to the floor, such a disgusting view you opted to not look at it this point anymore, knowing well that no matter how many times you ask him to not make a further mess, he would just incite you more.

His fingers would find his way inside you, teasing and stretching your walls to give you that nauseous jolt of pleasure once more, making his seed and your slick gush when you cum and splattering on the ground.

Naoya found immense pleasure in the way his seed would slide out your hole, a satisfaction that reassured him he had officially marked you—far from any legal paper, or the acknowledgement of anyone else, this was his way to tell the world you were his.

Mark you. Scent you.

You were his woman, no one else’s.

But you never felt the same, ever, especially when you’d turn to your side, away from him gaze and begin to cry.

Naoya has seen you cry before, mainly during the act, but this time felt almost… eerie. Your tears weren’t of pleasure, overwhelmed by his gestures, and it makes him confused.

Well, at least he’s still able to admit that he doesn’t like the way you’re silently sobbing to yourself, further and further inching away from him as you do so.

Thus, your husband is quick to close the space between the two, wrapping his arms around you and ignoring the way you tense up against him before continuing.

“Why are you crying?” He asks, he couldn’t be any less invested, but he guesses he could care. You’re his wife, after all.

You don’t respond for the first insistence, nor for the second, and at this point Naoya grows a bit more concerned.

Not a whole lot, perhaps not genuinely, but he doesn’t like how you keep going on like this—it presents a hindrance to his plans, after all.

“Tell me” he persists “Why are you crying, my love?”

And you don’t know what it is that motivates you to answer, perhaps falling victim to his unusually soft words, confused by the numbing sensations he’s given you, but in between hiccups and sobs, you concede to tell him.

“I want to go home—!”

And the revelation… squeezes Naoya’s heart, forcing a smile out of him. But of course, it’s not because he feels empathy towards your feelings, nor understands what you actually mean with those words.

His twisted mindset could only perceive this as a false eagerness to start your new life with him—settle down as his wife, the future lady of the Zen’in estate, and live out the rest of your days with him.

“Aww, my love…” He says with a grin, nuzzling against your ear—you’re too deep into your emotions to even acknowledge him “We’ll be home soon—let’s enjoy this time for ourselves, without anyone else… just the two of us, ok?”

“I want—I want to go home…” you continue to say, attempting to retreat further and further into yourself but your husband simply does not allow it. He doesn’t want you to, not when your words have awoken something else in him once more…

“Just—stay like this” he says, aligning the tip of his cock onto your slit, holding you right there as he pushes past your folds and inches slowly inside you, the way your walls envelop his member is agonizingly delicious, he dares not ruin it by pushing through in one swift movement.

He was insatiable.

Naoya had just used you in all ways possible, marked you however possible.

And he still wanted more.

“Just—do this for me, my love” He breathes, hips starting to rut against you. You continue to cry. “And I’ll give you—everything. Anything you want—it’s yours.”

It wouldn’t take long before Naoya finds the right pace and focuses on solely seeking his pleasure, doing whatever he could to find that spot that always made you clench, hold onto his cock as if the mere thought of being empty was enough to drive you mad, and subsequently push him over the edge.

His hand snakes down to your clit, relentlessly rubbing and pinching the bud until you soon begin to see white, softly pleading him to stop, as you attempt to push back the inevitable—Naoya doesn’t concede, if anything, his fingers just work faster, teasing it as if it were his own personal toy and finally—makes you cum.

You whine as the familiar wave of pleasure overwhelmed your senses, softly moaning as Naoya grabs you tighter and harshly plunges against you, his member reaching the deepest part of your core and spilling his burning seed inside you.

He instinctively ruts again you a few more times, attempting to plug his cum inside you while lamenting (not so much) that some of it had managed to escape your rim, although the sight it offered was far more alluring than anything else, making his cock twitch as he continues to empty himself in you.

Naoya had long lost count of how many times he’d finished inside you, but he can say it was enough for the day. He was exhausted, possibly far more than any training could’ve given him, at least that was made up for—however, he never felt this sense of intimacy when done with his workout, quick to seek reassurance by turning you around and getting a good look at your flustered face, slightly parted lips, and teary eyes as you tried to regain your breath.

He stares at you for a few more seconds, admiring the result of his work before leaning down to kiss you.

And the gesture, perhaps an effect of his post-orgasm bliss, makes him say:

“I love you.”

Whether he knows the true meaning of those words, or not, it doesn’t really matter. It was what came out of him at that moment, what he wanted to tell you. And even if you didn’t return them, he didn’t care much for it.

Not when he had the rest of his life to hear them, countless future opportunities opening before him, for this was only the beginning of his marriage.

[tainted-heartz]

Its mystery person AGAIN >:) also I have another wally x reader! 👹👹👹

So what if THEY WERE GENDERBEND FOR A DAY SO FEMAKE WALLY AND MALE Y/N I think that would be so funny just imagine him waking up looking in the mirror then be flabbergasted (cue him having a high pitch scream even as a male or gn😭) and y/n is just like "wtf happend" but like a couple hours later he's just being a ✨pretty princess✨

Also I wonder what the others would think/say?? 🤔 🤔

| CLASSIC GENDERBENDING IS MY FAVORITE HEHE plus fem!wally would be very pretty... |

- it was normal night before bed , just you and wally chatting before bed but when wally woke up he felt..strange. he shrugged it off and stood up , slipped his robe on and slowly walked over to his vanity. he sat himself down to his daily routine but he felt like his hair was a lot longer than usual as he slowly opened his tired eyes to see well..not him. he had longer and a slightly more feminine body,it wasn't noticeable much though. it was all so sudden but he- or if I should say, she let out a high pitched scream causing you to wake up.

- “ wally what the- why are you screaming it is 8 in the morning! ” “ i-..i.. ” as you sat up she noticed you looked different as well. “ oh goodness you changed as well! you're more..masculine. how on earth did this even happen! ” she started to panic and pace back and forth. you'd never seen wally like this before in the longest time. “ wally , hun we're fine! we'll just have to deal with this today..calm down. ” you picked wally up and held her close with a sigh. “ let's just get ready , okay? ” “ ..alright. ”

- you helped wally get ready and style her hair , since it was a tad bit longer you just worked with it. over the time of you doing wally's makeup he seemed to be accepting this pretty quickly. you weren't very bothered by the sudden gender change but wally clearly still was. “ hey dear should I wear this or- ” “ JUST PICK ONE I LOVE YOU BUT PLEASE. ” poor girl just needs help with outfits-

- wally was practically attached to your arm the entire day you were out. now everyone quickly realized the difference but the one who was confused the most was well..barnaby. his friend didn't sound or look the same but WAS wally. she had to sit the big guy down and explain it was probably just a day thing (she hoped). julie couldn't help but ramble about how much prettier wally was , even offering to style her hair a bit and ramble some more. (yes she'd probably do yours as well no matter what because its a hobby of hers ).

- once home she asked to try your stuff on which..wouldn't fit her well but she couldn't help it she was just curious! sadly only a pair of overalls and a rainbow turtleneck you had fit her but either way she was over the MOON with how she looked! “ I'm even prettier than before! not that I wasn't before..and you my dearest are still beautiful as before! ” she smiled and pulled you down to give her a small kiss. “ wally I swear- ” you laughed and picked her up. “ that's enough of you being VERY out of character. how about I do your makeup and text out some styles before we sleep? ” she smiled and nodded. “ pretty please? ” “ pff- of course. ”

[tmntxthings]

Hellooo!! i just loved "what are you waiting for?" 💖💖💖 i would love to ask for a part 2 or if you can do a serie of it 👀?

luv your work, drink water and take care ✨✨✨

What Are You Waiting For? Pt. 2

author’s note: part two as requested c: thank you for the support, hehe also thanks for the reminder, pls do the same!! eat & drink, take care of yourself <33 p.s. yes this will most likely have a part 3

warnings: fluff, brotherly fluff, just a lot of fluff in general, plus coffee crack

> part one <

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previously. . . He landed on his bed, closed his phone and rolled around too excited to do anything else. He couldn’t wait to take you out for another date. Hoping this would become a recurring occurrence in his life. He couldn’t wait and immediately started thinking up other date ideas, kicking his feet out happily.

The next day, Donnie woke up drooling. He groaned, rubbing his face in his pillow and then turned trying to go back to sleep. Slowly his brain started working, and thoughts of yesterday with you filtered in and he suddenly remembered he had your number. He quickly turned to his nightstand, blindly reaching for his phone for a couple of seconds before he brought it up to his face. Heart soaring as he saw you had already left him another message.

‘Good morning! I’ve got a busy day at work, if you’re not busy I’ll save your favorites again :) I probably won’t be able to message while at work, so til then~’ - y/n💜

Donnie read and reread your message. Honing in on the smiley face and how sweet you were, thinking of him and saving him some of your tasty treats. His stomach grumbled at thought but knew he couldn’t exactly go out to the surface during the busy parts of the day. He sighed, oh the benefits of being a mutant turtle he thought sarcastically. Which made his stomach turn sour, he wondered how you would react to that… it wasn’t like he could keep it a secret forever especially if he was serious about you.

And he was very serious, he’d never felt like this before. Utterly consumed by his crush on you, and you had sprinkled hope on that crush last night with every sweet word and action. He recalled your flirting and how happy you had been to go on the movie date. He opened up his notes app at that thought, last night he’d fallen asleep researching and typing down date ideas. He looked over the options he had: 1. Cheesecake Factory, that one was indulgent towards your profession and also because Donnie had never been. 2. arcade, he’d get to show off his gaming skills anddd dancing skills if they had a DDR like in the lair though he wondered if you would be interested 3. walk through the park/picnic, this one would require planning on his part if he went through with the picnic part of the idea.

The list went on to about six more good ideas. Nine in total and he definitely would spend more time adding to the date list. But for now he needed to type out a reply,

‘good morning :) same time as before? i can’t wait your baking is the best!’ - donnie

He kept it short and sweet fully aware you most likely wouldn’t be able to respond anyways. You being the owner of your own business he wondered when you had a lunch break. Maybe he’d be lucky enough to get a message then. He sat up finally in bed, stretching and groaning. He needed something to preoccupy his mind, and his lab was the perfect remedy. His stomach growled again, reminding him to stop by the kitchen first. He was slow to move, still pretty sleepy as he trudged to the kitchen, coffee and then food he thought. “Morning lover boy~” Leo said as Donnie entered the kitchen.

Donnie’s only response was an eye roll as he opened the fridge grabbing the creamer. “Aww what’s wrong no good morning messages??” Leo continued to tease, but this only made Donnie smirk. He did in fact get a morning message, though he wasn’t about to announce that to his brother, even if he was proud. Though Leo was pretty perceptive when it came to his brothers and noticed Donnie’s smirk instantly. “Aha! Spill it brother, what’d they say?” Leo asked as he sipped his own coffee. “None of your business,” the purple turtle finally spoke after taking a long swig of his own coffee. It wasn’t as good as yours. Not by a long shot.

“Oh come onnnnn, this is a big deal, my socially awkward brother, going on a date and getting their number?! Unheard of!!” Leo went on a tangent and Donnie walked out of the kitchen, Leo hot on his trail. “Morning you two,” Raph called out from the living room, he was lounged out on the couch flipping through channels on the tv. Stopping when a rerun of a wrestling match came on. “Morning,” the twins responded before Leo continued on all the reasons why he should know everything that pertained to you and Donnie’s relationship. Donnie continued to ignore him until he passed through his labs doorway. He turned on his brother, who stopped appearing hopeful that his speech had gotten through to Donnie. “Not gonna happen,” Donnie grumped and shut the door to his lab, promptly, in Leo’s face.

Later that day, after he had spent hours on a certain project in his lab he reached over for his phone on his workbench. Looking at the time, 8:05 pm, and Donnie figured he had waited long enough. He sadly hadn’t received any messages from you during lunch hour. But instead of going down a rabbit hole of worry or insecurity Donnie just hoped you had been too busy to be able to do so. It wasn’t like the two of you were dating yet, you’d went on one date with him, that didn’t constitute for constant texting… even though Donnie would definitely text you back immediately.

He shrugged on his purple hoodie, gloves, and a pair of black jogger pants. When he was confident he wouldn’t draw too much attention to himself, he bolted for the sewers that led to the manhole ladder. “Where ya goingg?” Mikey chirped as he rolled up on his skateboard from the opposite direction Donnie had come from. One of Donnie’s eyebrows raised as he took in Mikey’s attire, he was wearing a colorful beanie, an orange sweater, and jeans with random patches. He looked suspiciously ready to go up to the surface just like Donnie was. “Nowhere!” Donnie lied as Mikey stopped his skateboard and stepped off. “Let me come!!” Mikey whined, knowing exactly where Donnie was going, “Mikey please,” Donnie exasperated but he was met with the full force of Mikey’s puppy dog eyes.

Donnie groaned, giving in after a few moments as Mikey smiled in celebration. “Just don’t say much okay? They don’t know we’re turtles alright??” Donnie started to climb as he talked and Mikey said, “Dude! I knowwww,” but that didn’t stop Donnie from being extra cautious and telling Mikey all the things he should not say or do. By the time they had dropped into the alleyway next to your bakery, Donnie was sure Mikey had been ignoring him because he was bouncing up and down excitedly, very much not staying calm and collected like Donnie had told him to do. “Oh Galileo please watch over me and my dumb dumb brother,” Donnie muttered as he led the way and pulled open the door to your bakery,

“Mmmmmm smells so good!” Mikey commented as the air hit him as soon as he walked through the doorway. “Right?” Donnie smiled, taking in a deep breath. Unlike yesterday, they still has a few customers, though they all had their pastries and drinks. So no one was at the counter. Mikey stuffed his hands in his pockets as he made his way to the counter to look at the treats on display and the menu. Donnie followed after him, noticing you instantly. You were crouched behind the display glass, fixing one of the label cards. “Hiii~ Welcome to Y/n’s bakery, what can I get you?” your voice chimed as you stood finally and did a double take. Donnie spoke first before Mikey could open his mouth, “Hey Y/n, this is my little brother Michelangelo-“

“But you can call me Mikey,” Mikey cut in and gave you a mega watt smile. “Hi Mikey, it’s nice to meet you!” you beamed back, “I loveee your jeans by the way,” you motioned subtly to Mikey’s pants. “Oh these?! Thank you heh, I added the patches myself!” and your eyebrows shot up at that, “wow really?! you’re super talented it looks like it came from a store!!” you continued to compliment Donnie’s younger brother and Mikey was practically floating. “Well… do you know what you wanna order Mike?” Donnie spoke up when the chance arose.

Your eyes went alight at this and gave him a knowing smile as you held up one finger and went for the back door. Donnie smiled too already knowing you were going get his favorites. “So that’s them???” Mikey waggled his eyebrows as he whispered up to Donnie. “Yes” Donnie whispered back quickly as you came back. Mikey took a great interest in the petit fours that you placed on the counter. “I’ll also have a coffee,” Donnie added and you nodded putting in the orders into the register. “Hmmm can I get a m&m cookie?” Mikey said looking over at the displays. “Of course!” You replied, “will that be everything?” You asked and Donnie nodded, handing over the amount in cash. “Thanks Dee!” Mikey said as he bit into his cookie as soon as it was paid for.

“This is sooo good!” He complimented and you smiled, “Thank you! Be sure to come back Mikey!! Your brother is a regular here,” and you winked at Donnie. Who couldn’t stop grinning and Mikey was looking back and forth between the two of you, smiling as he munched down on his cookie. “Oh I’ll definitely make him bring me back,” Mikey promised, and with that Donnie and Mikey headed for a table. The bakery had emptied out completely so they were now the only ones here. “They’re nicee,” Mikey commented as he stared down at one of Donnie’s cakes now that he had finished his cookie. Donnie pushed one forward and Mikey beamed, plopping the whole thing in his mouth.

“Yeah,” Donnie sighed dreamily sipping his coffee as he stole glances your way. “I don’t think I should ask to go on another date just yet, it’s too soon right?” Donnie spoke quietly and Mikey shrugged, “You should just do what you wanna do not what you think you should do,” Mikey was now eyeing the last cake Donnie had, and he rolled his eyes, taking a quick bite before sharing the rest with his little brother. “Yeah, I just don’t wanna move too quickly, it took awhile to become a regular customer you know?” Donnie went on as Mikey chewed a mouthful of sweet cake and icing.

“Stay here, I’m gonna go talk to Y/n,” Donnie said finding some resolve as he left his coffee on the table. “Good luck Dee,” Mikey eyed the cup, as he took out his phone.

“Hey,” Donnie started

“Hi,” it was quiet, and you were smiling for him.

“Another busy day?” Donnie asked curiously and you nodded immediately.

“Yeahhh, about the same as yesterday,” you sighed but despite being a busy bee it was a good thing and you were happy your business was doing so well.

“So…”

“Yes?”

“Well, I was thinking..” you waited for him to finished.

“maybe this weekend we could go on another date?” He looked straight at you this time, not feeling as nervous as the first time. “I’d like that,” you said, a slight blush dusting your cute cheeks. “Did you have something in mind?” You asked curiously.

“I’ve got a couple ideas, but I was wondering if you had any preferences?” Donnie was leaning against the counter, subtly moving closer. “Well, there is this ice skating rink..” you said thoughtfully and Donnie’s eyebrows shot up, he didn’t think he had that on his list. “Though I’m not the best skater I think it’d be fun! And you could invite your brother if you wanted,” you offered kindly because you had felt Mikey’s staring.

Donnie glanced over at Mikey and almost didn’t notice how the coffee cup had suddenly disappeared. Almost. “Oh shit,” Donnie scanned his brother carefully and saw both his knees were bouncing as his feet were going up and down. “What’s wrong?” You asked, Donnie hadn’t realized he had said that loud enough for you to hear, “Mikey isn’t supposed to drink coffee,” he explained quickly, “I’ll text you! Okay?” Donnie said walking backwards and smiling apologetically at you. The conversation would have to be cut short, because there was no one he would let Mikey say something crazy and out him. “Oh okay! Bye Mikey,” and Mikey hopped up from his chair and bolted your way, Donnie had to grab him as he tried to pass by, “Byeeeee, it was nice meeting you Y/n!” Mikey called out happily, waving and Donnie dragged him to the door. “Bye Donnie!” You called out laughing at the scene, as he reached the door, and even though Mikey was embarrassing the hell out of him, Donnie couldn’t help his cheesy smile, “See ya later Y/n!”

Out of the shop and onto the sidewalk Donnie finally let go of Mikey. “Really??? Coffee Mikey?? We doing this again?!” Donnie said and Mikey was bouncing all around his purple brother in a circle. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Mikey feigned ignorance though it was quite obvious he had drank the rest of the Donnie’s coffee. “You are not coming back,” Donnie informed his little brother as they headed to the manhole cover. “Whaaat, but Y/n totally likes me, she even wants me to go ice skating with you guys!” Mikey whined and Donnie glared, “she was being nice, how’d you even hear that?!” Donnie grumped. “Super powers bro, coffee gives me superrrr powerrrs,” he was waving his hands all around now.

“Fine I’ll take you back to the bakery if you promise not to complain about not going ice skating if that’s what we decide to do,” Donnie said giving in because he definitely wanted to have alone time with you. “Hmph fineeee,” Mikey agreed.

Back in the lair, Mikey ran off hollering for Raph and Leo to tell them alll about his adventures on the surface. Donnie quickly went to his lab, not wanting to get bombarded like last time. Just as he closed and locked the door for good measure, he felt a buzz from his phone.

‘Hey finally out! Can I call?’ -y/n 💜

‘Yeah!’ -donnie

Donnie answered on the first ring,

“Hi,” you breathed into the phone cutely

“Hi,” Donnie repeated smiling to himself as he landed on his rolling chair.

“So about that date, I was just offering the invitation to your brother, but it can be just us though,” you spoke quickly, Donnie wondered to himself if you thought he had taken it the wrong way.

“I’ll let you know as soon as Mikey comes down from the shot of expresso, though he’s probably telling my other brothers all about it,” Donnie said absentmindedly

“How many brothers do you have?!” You asked curiously.

“Oh, three, Mikey, Leo and Raph” Donnie went on to say.

“Well I don’t know how you would feel about it but I wouldn’t mind if they all came,” you reassured him and Donnie felt some relief because he would’ve had a hard time convincing them all to not go.

“I’d much rather have you all to myself..” Donnie spoke his thoughts aloud before he could stop himself.

The line went quiet for a moment and Donnie was cringing at himself, gripping his phone tightly and wetting his lips, getting ready to deflect what he had just said somehow.

But you said “oh” and he wished he could see your face because you sounded like you were in a daze. He relaxed in his chair again, pushing his foot against the ground to start swirling in a slow circle.

“Yeah but I guess I can wait ‘til next time,” Donnie sighed dramatically and that earned him a giggle from you.

He started to spin faster, a big goofy grin on his face. “The rink is pretty big.. I’m sure we can sneak to the other side for a little alone time,” you murmured into the phone and Donnie about fell out of his chair. The way you spoke, it was so seductive he wondered if you knew the effect you had on him.

“Hello?” You spoke softly and Donnie realized he hadn’t responded.

“Oh sorry still here! I- uh- yeah we should definitely sneak away,” he said quickly.

“Sounds like a plan!” You laughed and Donnie chuckled with you and he had some background noise, keys jangling.

“Made it home!” You announced to him and Donnie smiled, glad you were safe. “Good, so ice skating this weekend.. Saturday?”

“Yeah! We can go late at night too, I’d rather not make a fool out of myself in front of all of New York,” you joked and Donnie agreed with you completely, happy since night worked in his favor, the less people the better.

“It’s a date!” Donnie said then added on, “though my brothers will tag along I’m sure..” as an afterthought.

“I can’t wait! Goodnight Donatello~,”

Donnie felt chills at the sound of his full name leaving your lips. He shivered, “goodnight y/n~” and the call ended. He placed his phone down on the work table before pushing away, spinning in his chair. Squealing to himself in excitement. Boom! Another date planned!!

Donnie you are definitely becoming a natural at this, he complimented himself as he hopped out of his chair doing a happy dance. Now he just needed to figure out what to wear. He wanted to be the ones receiving your compliments this time… though he was sure with the promised sneak away time he might get lucky and, dare he even think it, get a kiss?!

This had him stilling, eyes widening as his imagination couldn’t be stopped. The feel of your lips would be just as soft as your hands, no even softer, like kissing a cloud. He imagined himself taking control, kissing you like you deserved, his hands going into your hair, it would feel like silk no doubt. By the time he blinked out of that lovely daydream his whole face was a dark green. “Oh Fibonacci~” he sighed with excitement. Wishing for Saturday already.

[x-authorship-x]

10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 Tags

Thanks for the tag @tsarinatorment 🥰

Im not going to try to really put them in any order but...

Uchiha Shisui (Naruto)

We all been knew 🥴 to me, Shisui is just the perfect kind of character to play protagonist with, with enough badassery and charm to come out on top but with the sweetness and the last scraps of his idealism to soften his edges. Kishi, however, threw him down the toilet at the nearest opportunity (which was just so 🤌bullshit🤌 I'm almost - almost- impressed) because he realised he Gone Fucked Up making this amazingly powerful character with no hint of him in prior work so 🤡 canon is dead, Shisui lives forever

Finn (Star Wars movies)

Anyone who's had the misfortune to follow me or has browsed my AO3 bookmarks knows I'm a wreck for Commander Cody and for Obi-Wan but I'm not choosing either of them? How??? Because Finn... FINN, he was literally raised to be canon fodder but he had this deep rooted fear that what they were doing was wrong and he didn't shoot and he took that fear and he knew he had to run. So often we wanna be brave in those moments but in actual fact we just panic, which is what Finn did... And yet he was so brave too? He saved Poe, he fought viciously for Ray, he joined the Rebellion, he met these people for minutes at a time but had already impressed them on his soul, on who he was going to be (and he'd only had a name as of that day???). Finn should've been the protagonist of that trilogy, the sequels were just...well, and I'll die on this hill that Finn's force sensitivity reaalllly should've meant something 😩 I love so many SWs characters but Finn is really the one that got me to actually attempt my own Fics too!

Obi (Akagami no Shirayukihime/Snow White with the Red Hair)

Do I Have a type? .... Next question.

Obi is just ✨🤌 ✨ badass with a mysterious background? ✅ Loyal but sassy? ✅ Pining for the 'lady' he is sworn to protect?✅ Is also her partner in life and crime? ✅ Low self worth but flirtatious? ✅ Gorgeous but dangerous? ✅ .... ✨💕

Yor (Spy x Family)

She is literally the best mother oh my God just kiss your husband though (and maybe get some space from your brother-)

Fíli (The Hobbit)

I JUST-

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 little golden lion prince, heir to his uncle, to a kingdom only told in stories of grandeur he's never seen and with all the hope and grief of his displaced and hurting people.... Mischievous but sensitive, funny (the hidden knives hehe), determined to do his family and people proud (cut down far too quickly, deserved better... Oh god I have a type-)

Boromir (The Lord of the Rings)

Why do I keep listing dead guys 😭 do I need to spell it out? Honor, desperation, valour, love of his people, he is high-key aroace rep, his resentment-to-love bromance with Aragorn that was ROBBED from us, I cannot tell if Merry and Pippin wanted to queerplatonic marry him or if they wanted him as their "getaway horse" for the rest of their lives but dammit 😭✨🤌

Evelyn Carnahan (The Mummy)

Do I need to even give reasons????? She's miles ahead of all those other scholar bitches, she's out there winning desert camel races, she's a reincarnated princess with daggers, she has the most gorgeous hair and eyeliner I swear to God, she is THE moment… For all time. She's a LIBRARIAN

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

*flips desk through solid concrete wall* HE'S THE PERFECT MAND'ALOR

PERFECT FATHER

COOLEST INTROVERT IN THE GALAXY

He is SOFT and SOFT-SPOKEN

He is STERN (except in face of baby's wet eyes) and LOYAL and he has an HONOR CODE DAMMIT STOP TAKING ADVANTAGE HIM

This doesn't count as a star wars pick, which I gave to Finn, because we are, as usual, swerving completely off canon (and this is a TV series, not the movies ha!) because you cannot convince me that Din, the wandering bamf who just wants to get credits for all the kids in his covert and provide for his home but cannot participate in the maiming of an 'alien' child so gets landed in so much shit, wouldn't be exactly what the Mandalorians need for a fucking Renaissance dammit 😤😤😤😤

Hawks (Boku no Hero Academia/ My Hero Academia)

*covers my face in shame* ffs it's so transparent lol

FINAL PICK - WILDCARD: Éowyn(The Lord of the Rings)

Ohhhhhhh and it's the Shieldmaiden of Rohan with the steel chair! The Witch King goes down, and he's not getting back up-! 3! 2! 1! And the crowd goes BALLISTIC!!!

I want to write a fic about her 😐 I want her to have a whole alter ego as one of the Rohirrim's best warriors 😳 I want her, seventeen and coltish, to down her first orc, standing in defense of another, and to know with absolute certainty that she wanted to protect everyone she could… 👁️👁️ yes I know I already did lotr but you're what??? Gonna stop HER???

Tagging @katlou303 @theraynealchemist @looks-like-starlight @zebrabaker @iamnotakitty @kazumirina @eruditeempress @ellorypurebloodculture @welpjesuisla @hidingfromthefeels and whoever else wants to have a go! 💕