#sub!Leo prompts

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Nach außen ist Adam der große Rockstar doch innerlich wird er geplagt von Selbstzweifeln und den Geistern seiner Vergangenheit, die er versucht, mit Alkohol und Drogen zu bekämpfen. Wirkliche Freundschaften oder gar eine Beziehung lassen weder das Tourleben noch Adams Charakter zu. Die einzige Konstante in Adams Leben ist Leo, sein persönlicher Bodyguard. Leo ist rund um die Uhr an Adams Seite und muss mit ansehen, wie es Adam immer schlechter geht. Bis Leo sich endlich entschließt, Adams Abwärtsspirale ein Ende zu setzen.

Wie genau Leo dieses Ende setzt, kann sehr unterschiedlich ausfallen. Auch wenn der prompt romantisch klingt, in meinem Kopf ist es eher dark und Richtung dom/sub, weil Adam masochistisch, fast schon selbstzerstörerisch, veranlagt ist und Leos Dominanz benötigt, um überhaupt aus seinem Kopf heraus zu kommen. Aber natürlich wäre auch eine total romantisch fluffige Variante à la Hollywood movie möglich. 😊

#Bodyguard AU #dom/sub #TW Alkoholmissbrauch #TW Drogenmissbrauch

Prompt: Bodyguard AU

[cissyenthusiast010155]

1,12,63 prompts with bottom or switch lesso

Caught in Your Web ~Younger!Bottom!Leonora Lesso xFem Dominatrix!Reader ~College AU

Summary— College AU where Clarissa and her friends go out clubbing, and Clarissa drags her roommate, Leonora with her. What Leonora doesn’t expect is Reader, the caretaking, mysterious bartender… Anon Response— Hi hi hi anon!! Thank you for the request! I really got into this fic, hope you enjoy ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#1. “You think you can top me?”

#12. “Oh my... I’m... uh... speechless..”

#63. “I’m… I’m afraid I might hurt/break you…”

Warnings: implied NSFW, implied smut, implied bdsm themes, little age gap (all legal), little angst, fluff, kissing, alcohol consumption, teasing, flustering, dom/sub implied relations, top/bottom talk, implied future bdsm/smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

The clubs music was ringing in Leonora’s ears as Dovey dragged the redhead in and through the raging crowd. Clarissa pulled Leonora to a corner table, where a couple of Clarissa’s friend where already waiting for them.

Dover’s girls screamed in delight as Clarissa came to the standing table, Leonora behind her. They said their giggling hellos and how are yous, before Clarissa introduced Leonora to the group.

“Girls… this is my roommate, Leo!!” Clarissa exclaimed, showing Leonora off to the table of squealing young women.

Clarissa’s girls all greeted Leonora, but then quickly moved on to hushed gossip as well as the agreed decision to acquire some shots.

Leonora rolled her eyes slightly and rolled her eyes. One of the girls was quick to go grab the first of many round of shots from the bartender, returning to the girls and passing the liquid courage out.

Leonora grumbled as she took the shot being passed to her. Clarissa looked her to Leo, giving her a firm look saying ‘C’mon be cool, these are my friends’.

Leonora rolled her eyes again before downing her shot with the rest of the group. This routine went on for what felt like hours. The girls would gossip for a while, then get more shots, then gossip again, then shots…

After the fifth or six round, Leonora was ready to throw up. She had never drank this much tequila before… She managed to get away and stumble up to the bar, sitting on a stool and looking at you in desperation.

You finished making a cocktail for some rando, noticing the desperate look in Leonora’s eyes. You immediately came over to Leonora, the bar separating the two of you, to make sure she was okay.

“Hey, Darling. Are you alright, can I get you anything?” You asked the redhead.

She keeled over her seat a little, wrapping her arms around her stomache.

“Oh God…” Leonora groaned, suddenly getting the urge to vomit.

You immediately recognized that drunken look and were quick to grab a bucket and hand it to the woman. Leonora took it quickly and emptied out the contents of her stomache into it with a long groan.

Aftewards, she felt slightly better, but not completely relieved. Leonora looked back at you, mumbling a thank you, and offered the bucket back.

“No no, keep it, ‘hun. I have a feeling you’ll need it again.” You reassured the redhead.

Leonora pursed her lips together and nodded.

“Here, let me get you some cold water…” You told her, being cut off by another customer before you could call the woman another pet name.

You swiftly made the person’s drink, before grabbing the redhead and ice water, and sliding it over to her.

“Thank you…” Leonora breathed out, slowly sipping the water.

“Of course, no problem, babe.” You comforted her, “The name’s Y/N.”

This made Leonora blush lightly. But she immediately masked it.

“I’m Leonora…” she spoke, accompanied by a light groan.

You gave Leonora a smile and told her that you’d serve some other customers and be back to check on her soon. She have you another thanks and continued sipping her water.

To be honest, you had noticed Leonora when she had been dragged into the club. You had watched her stand uncomfortably with that group of straight, preppy college girls. You had rolled your eyes when she was made of take those shots. And you weren’t surprised when she’d come stumbling to you after that much tequila.

You helped a handful of customers with their drinks, having to cut off a couple people as well as the night went on, eventually making it back to Leonora.

“How you doing, ‘Nora…? Can I call you ‘Nora?” You asked the woman.

The nickname made the redhead smile a little. She nodded.

“Mm okay… You were right. I did need the bucket again. Multiple times. Thanks…” Leonora breathed out in thanks.

You bit your lip and nodded.

“Anytime. How are you feeling…? Need more water?”

“Sick…” Leonora groaned, “More water would be great”

You chuckled, “Yea that makes sense. I saw you taking those peer pressure shots like there was no tomorrow…”

Leonora looked away at your words. She didn’t want to think about those girls. They hadn’t even noticed her absence.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to lower the mood…” you comforted, putting your hand on hers on the bar and squeezing it in reassurance.

Leonora met your again, smiling lightly, and nodding.

“No you’re right…” she breathed out.

You pulled your hand away, and Leonora found herself missing your touch.

“I’ll get you that water, sweetheart.” You said, “And I’m here if you need anything else.”

Leonora nodded once more and yet again thanked you. You got the woman another water, then having to serve more of the other customers again.

All while doing so, you kept side glancing back to Leonora. She certainly was your type… She was naturally a beauty. You could tell she was fierce. And smart. And she looked damn good in that dress…

But you put your personally feelings aside. You had a job to do, and she was also so drunk, she was sick.

Throughout the rest of the night, Leonora stayed in the corner stool of the bar, only getting up for bathroom breaks or vomiting into the bucket. You two got into a routine of you bringing her more water and the two of you having conversation. You even gave her some pain meds along with some vitamins from your own personal stash to help the woman sober up.

Towards the end of the night, you started to close up tabs and pay our customers. It wasn’t closing time yet, you still had like two hours, but the less hardcore partiers were starting to filter out.

From your side eye, you could see the girls that had dragged Leonora out clubbing, they were still on the dancefloor, flat out drunk and hollering expletives along with the music.

Leonora had began to get over her drunken nausea. She was now sitting at the bar, watching you as you made drinks and took payments. When the bar hit a lull, you sauntered back over to Leonora, to check in with the woman.

“How ya’ doing, ‘Nora?” You hummed, cleaning off some glasses as you talked to the redhead.

Leonora was taking a drink from her water, she hummed, and finished her gulp before answering.

“Better. Thank you” the redhead breathed out.

You hummed and nodded.

Leonora then asked something offhand,

“Do you get hit on a lot…?”

Your gaze flicked from the glass you were cleaning to the woman in a split second.

“Yea I do…” you spoke, “It’s kinda an expected part of the job… why?”

Leonora shrugged her shoulders.

“I saw a couple guys try their luck tonight with you and from what I could see, you turned them all down… I assume your partner doesn’t take a liking to that…” She explained.

You smirked and chuckled lightly. This made Leonora quirk her brow up lightly in amusement.

“What…?” She asked curiously.

“Well… for one, I’m gay.” You enlightened Leonora,

This made the redhead’s eyes widen and her mouth form a silent Ohhh.

“And second, I don’t have a partner.” You finished your thought.

This puzzled Leonora a bit. How could a stunning bartender like you, not have a girlfriend…??

You registered the shocked look on the redheads face, making you chuckle even more.

“I know, I know… How could I be single…??” You joked with a chuckle, waving your hands in the air for dramatic effect.

This made Leonora chuckle lightly as well. You put the clean and dried glasses aside, grabbing the next rack of soapy glasses that needed cleaning next.

“What about you? You got a girlfriend…?” You asked.

Leonora’s breath hitched and her eyes widened slightly again.

You knew she was…?

“I—umm… No, well… it’s complicated…” Leonora stammered, nervously looking back and forth from you over to Clarissa who was grinding away on the dancefloor.

“That’ your complicated girl?” You asked with a chuckle, indicating over to Clarissa, who was dancing wildly and screaming the lyrics of the current song, “The one who dragged you in here…?”

Leonora pursed her lips, blushed lightly, and nodded.

“Mmmm I see. Yea, that looks complicated…” you hum with a sigh, still cleaning your glassware.

Leonora went silent and just in that moment, another customer on the other end of the bar called for your attention. You sighed, putting your rack of glasses aside. Telling Leonora that you’d be back to check on her soon and that you’d get her another water, you went over to help the small but growing line of people.

Finally, after the small rush of customers, you made it back to Leonora’s side of the bar, grabbing your glassware rack again and starting back up in cleaning them. Your eyes wandered back over to the complicated brunette that Leonora was ensnared in. You watched her dance and move around drunkenly. Your gaze then came back to Leonora.

“She’s the top, right…?” You said with a light smirk.

Leonora chocked on her water nearly spitting it all the way up. Her entire face went red and and she desperately trie for get her breathing back under control.

“I— w-why would you… say that…?” Leonora stammered in a little bit of a mock offended tone.

You chuckled and smirked at the redhead in amusement.

“Just a hunch.” You hummed, shrugging your shoulders lightly.

“Humph. Well you’re wrong… I’m such a top” Leonora pouted with a huff, “I could even do you…!”

Your left eyebrow quirked up in amusement and questioning at the redheads statement. You stopped cleaning the glass in your hand.

“You think you can top me?” You asked bluntly, meeting the redheads gaze unabashedly.

“I—well…” Leonora stammered and looked away under your intense gaze.

Her cheeks flushed red and you smirked lightly to yourself.

“That’s what I thought…” you hummed, please with yourself.

Leonora grumbled a little, crossing her arms, but said nothing much else on the subject.

“Don’t torture yourself over it, ‘hun…” you hummed to the redhead reassuringly, “I’m a dom at Lilith’s Den in my free time.”

Leonora flickered her gaze up to you in an instant.

“Lilith’s Den, as in you’re a…” she breathed out in stammering verbiage, “a dominatrix…?”

You pursed your lips and smirked wickedly, quirking your brows and nodding at Leonora. Leonora sucked in a breath and squirmed in her seat a little.

“Oh my... I’m... uh... speechless..” Leonora whimpered.

You then smiled softly at the woman, placing your hand on hers which was on the bar, squeezing its reassuringly.

“Don’t stress it. That’s completely normal, ‘hun.” You reassured the woman, then giving her a cheeky wink.

Before you were called back to the other paying customers, letting go of the redheads hand. You watched Leonora out of the corner of your eye while you worked. Now she was watching your every move…

Last calls eventually came around. You started to close out all accounts from the night. You were having one guy sign his check, and when you looked up into the expanse of the club, you realized that Leonora���s complicated friend Clarissa and her group of girls had left. You gritted your teeth together, and had to take a deep breath, before you closed out everyone else.

Soon, Leonora was the only one left and it was a couple minutes after close.

“Alright ‘Nor… It’s been fun, but I have to finish up closing and you need to get home…” you sighed, coming towards the redhead, still on the opposite end of the bar.

Leonora hummed and nodded in agreement, but looked sad. Her pout got to you.

“Let me finish up, and I’ll walk you out and get you a cab, hmmm…?” You offered.

The redhead smiled lightly and nodded.

“Thank you” she breathed out.

You nodded and told her it was no issue. It took you about 15 more minutes before you grabbed your things and were ready to go.

Leonora stood up on her wobbly legs, and you linked your arm to hers, guiding her towards the door and outside. You both shivered outside in the cold. You hailed a taxi and opened the door for Leonora.

Leonora thanked you again, but before she got in, she turned to you and pressed her lips flush against yours. You were shocked but content with the light kiss.

You both naturally pulled away.

“Join me…?” Leonora breathed out in a whisper.

You sucked your breath in and looked away in concern, biting your lip. You took a deep breath and meet Leonora’s gaze once more.

“Not tonight, ‘hun…” you sighed.

Leonora’s face pouted and she looked dejected and down.

“I… why…? Did I do something..?” She breathed out.

“No no, you’re perfect, ‘Nor—! I just…” you sighed again, “I’m… I’m afraid I might hurt or break you tonight.” You explained.

Leonora met your gaze with glossy eyes, with a light smile now on her face from your compliment.

“Maybe you can come visit me at Lilith’s one day…” you comforted the woman.

This idea seemed to perk Leonora up. She agreed and with that, she got into her cab, and it drove away.

You watched on the sidewalk as the cab drove into the distance. You sighed again.

God… in a matter of one night, you were completely hooked…

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Leonora Lesso Masterlist

[m-ayo-o]

₊⋆ satoru gojo ⋆₊

sfw

weightless ⋆ leo x sagittarius ⋆ ⋆ taurus x sagittarius ⋆ white tee

nsfw 1k & ↓

fragile morning megumi's girl cuffing him party new car yandere kitty possessed

thoughts 💬

scary boys... ft. suguru now! swimming

what should i write for satoru next?

sfw prompts:

1 if you're having a tough day you only need to think of him

smut prompts:

2 breaking him - overstimulation, sub!satoru R 3 threesome, guidance ft. ...tbc

jjk | m.list

[v3nusxsky]

Hi I was wondering if I could request a pretty detailed lesso smut

Basically it’s dom lesso x sub reader and r is originally very innocent and inexperienced so she’s a very good and obedient sub for lesso but recently r read fanfics abt bratting and found brat taming very attractive so she wanted to try it w lesso

R starts off by not wearing the remote control vibe that lesso told her to wear, sending explicit videos to her in the middle of work and when lesso gets her in a room at the end of the day, r doesn’t assume her usual position of submission and instead touches herself on their bed

Leonora is probably more of a quietly strict dom and manhandles r over her work table and makes r spread her legs and spanks her w a belt, occasionally smacking her cunt (ofc it would be super hot of lesso to make r count and thank her for each stroke)

After that it’s just a lot of cockwarming and and Leo putting r in her place w the vibes of “my sweet slut just needed a good fucking, didn’t she?” HHHHH and yes all that good stuff, would love it to be a longer fic so I can drown my sorrows in lady lesso

P.s would be amazing if u included an authority/ strict dom kink and r is only allowed to call Leo Lady Lesso or mistress

SORRY FOR THE LONG ASS REQUEST I just had a very specific daydream, with that said Tysm for hearing me out and have a lovely day <3

Breaking rules 18+

*Authors note~ Birthday fic:))) never be sorry for a longer prompt request, I absolutely love the detail to it which helps me ensure I don't stray from what you desire unless you want me to go nuts on it. However I will admit some of this I changed slightly due to personal reasons, enjoy the fic*

Trigger warnings~ strict mommy vibe dom leo brat subby r, mistress kink mentions corruption kink and virgin r remote control vibe phone sex? Videos ;) submissive positions. Punishments, spanking (hand and cane) cock warming edging Dacryphilia kink manhandling praise and degrading kinks I think that's it.

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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You remember the first time you and Lady Lesso slept together, how she taught you everything you needed to know, how she mollified you until you were no longer the innocent woman you were but now a perfect submissive for her. Every single action was carefully crafted to have you being a good girl for her. You'd never had a taste of punishment so maybe that's why the fan fiction enticed you so much. You'd never considered the outcome of what would happened to you if you broke the rules. But here and now you sat hot and bothered by the idea of that very thing.

You knew what she expected of you, the directions were clear, and normally you'd do exactly as asked but the fic had awoken the bratty beast inside you. You got dressed for your day but forgoing on the remote control vibrator which caused excited chills to run through your body. How could being so bad feel so good? You couldn't help but wonder how much more you'd escape with. What would be the consequences to your actions?

By your lunch period you were ready to do some more rule breaking, the overwhelming thrill you received from disobeying your lover was certainly indescribable, you were so sure that this is your best idea yet. Perhaps that's why you snuck off to your old room and began to touch yourself after setting up the camera. You made sure to be vocal and after the camera capturing exactly how much you were enjoying your mid day fun. With a quick press of a few buttons, Leonora was graced with those video's just a few moments before she was expected to teach curses and death traps. For the life of her she couldn't work out why you were doing this. After all the first time lesso touched you, you were a virgin, and so willing to do whatever she demanded out of you. To submit so easily just to please her. And that was so unusual but not something she couldn't handle.

The final straw for Leonora was when you didn't kneel by the bed as she entered the room, no. Instead you lay there lazily circling your clit and teasing your soaking slit. Back arched and head tilted back in pleasure. It was as if she'd never even entered the room. "What the hell are you doing" she growled snapping you out from your blissed out mindset. "I uh I'm sorry Lady Lesso, I just I wanted to-" you mumbled trying to explain the situation. "I don't care. Up" she cut you off immediately reaching down to grab your arm and drag you where she wanted you. "Leo" you whimpered causing the red heads eyes to darken. "Excuse me?! How dare you address your superior so casually. You're below me and it's about time I reminded you do that fact."

Being forced over the desk in your shared bedroom all exposed while she remains fully clothed only added to the power play here. You had no choice but spread your legs when she kicked them apart. "Mistress please! I'm sorry" you whined unhappily. "Oh no pet, no. You can't act like a little slut and play the innocent card now darling. You will count your punishment and use my titles. Should you fail we will restart."

The first crack sounded across the room causing a sting to run over your ass. "One mistress" you mumbled gasping as three hits of her hands rained down on you. "Fuck two three four lady lesso" your tears now falling. The next hit was something different, the cool feeling of her cane touching your sore globes. The cool sensation only providing a small bit of relief before the pain outweighed the cool feeling. Hit after hit you counted every one bent over her desk. "Lady lesso" you sobbed unhappily. "Shush shush shush little girl, just a couple more okay?" She whispered before yanking you to lay on your back before three quick hits were placed on your aching clit. "Mistress, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" you blabbered hiccuping through your tears. "Shhh I know you are sweet girl, you have to learn this isn't okay darling. Be my sweet little girl, and then mistress can reward her good girl."

You were swiftly guided to lay on the bed, your ass on fire as it rubbed against the sheets. Only to watch Leonora strip to show her favourite strap on. "Now be a pretty whore and let mistress use your pretty holes" she purred before teasing your slit with the bulbous head of her faux enchanted cock. Lesso immediately set a punishing pace as she drilled into your aching cunt, "fuck so pretty when you cry sweet slut" she murmured when she noticed the tears falling slightly, "pretty tears."

Leonora continued to fuck you ruthlessly until she came first. Spurting cum from her faux cock as she painted your insides white. "Mistress" you whined hoping she'd finally let you come, after all the punishment and being used for her pleasure left you hanging on the edge. "Okay darling, this is your chance to be a good girl, I'm gonna fuck you so well darling, you'll forget your own name." Leonora was the one to keep to her promise. You came over and over again, some just on her cock and others with a small little vibe that would sit on your puffy clit.

"Oh my sweet slut just needed a good fucking? Didn't she?" She cooed looking at your pupils being blown wide and eyes glazed over indicating just how deep in your sub space you truly are. "Okay love, I'm going to pull out now" you whined in response. "Okay okay we can stay like this but let's get comfortable beautiful" she murmured shifting to settle you both comfortably for the night as she held you, you both drifted off for the night.

Word count~ 1368

[mindless-existence1]

Master List

Includes: Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academy, IF, Spiderman, Deadpool and Wolverine, Criminal minds, Assassination Classroom, rottmnt, Twisters, and more to be included!

☆This will be updated as I continue to make stories!☆

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Fics

Tokoyami/reader- Preening Feathers fluff

Tokoyami/reader- First Molt fluff

Aizawa/reader- Tied up and overstimmed smut

Tenya Iida/reader- After training massages fluff

SubIzuku x reader imagines smut

SubIzuku x reader thigh riding smut

Tamaki Amajiki x reader praise/assisted masturbation kinktober

Bakugo in the winter x reader headcannons fluff

Bakugo is a pretty boy fluff

Kiribaku fluff headcannons

Incorrect Quotes

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Jujutsu Kaisen

Fics

Toji/reader- Aladin au smut

SubGojo x reader imagines smut

Reader takes Gojo's V Card smut

Perv Roomate Gojo x reader smut

Teen Gojo x reader first date fluff

Yuji x reader Ruined Orgasms kinktober

SubYuji x reader headcannons smut

SubMegumi x reader imagines smut

Incorrect Quotes

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15

Spiderman

Miles Morales/Reader- Headcannons fluff

Peter Parker x reader Sleepy Sex kinktober

Deadpool x Wolverine

Deadpool x Wolverine Honda Odessy Scene smut

IF

Headcannons- Calvin/reader, Blossum/reader (sperate) platonic or romantic, Guardian Dog Platonic fluff

Criminal Minds

Imagine Post Prison Reid fluff

Secret relationship with Spencer being revealed fluff

Spencer Reid x reader Lazy Mornings fluff

Assassination Classroom

Imagine Karma x short reader imagines fluff

Karma Akabane NSFW Alphabet smut

Rottmnt

Sick Leo x reader fluff

Cuddle Sesh with Leo fluff

First kiss/confession with Leo fluff

Falling asleep on working Donnies lap fluff

Donatello x reader sex pollen kinktober

Sick Raph x reader fluff

Twisters-2024

Tyler Owens x reader cockwarming kinktober

Sub Serises

Submissive Men Stories

SubGojo x reader

SubYuji x reader

SubMegumi x reader

SubIzuku x reader

Rottmnt Sick Fics

Leo x reader version

Raph x Reader version

Drabbles

Aizawa spicy wedding day pictures suggestive

Sukuna kisses

Bakugo kisses

Bakugo vs. Paparazzi

College Sukuna getting jealous at a party

Nanami is a slut idc what anyone says

Jjk men working out is smth else

Playing with Suguru Getos hair

Megumi's love langue is gift giving

Todoroki fluffy stuff idk

[rosesradio]

Hello rose I hope you are doing well I'm curious in what is your most favourite ship to least favourite ship

Or to better phrase which ship is more interesting to least interesting to write about

hi anon ! i'm doing well, thanks, & i hope you are too 💌

sometimes i find the most interesting ships to write about aren't always my favorite ships, so that in itself is interesting. & ofc i have to make things convoluted lol, so i'll start by saying that certain ships are best in certain categories. some ships are my favorite for fluff, others for angst, others for smut, so on and so forth.

so, to have some fun with organization (i was the kid that seperated their skittles by color & then ate them one by one in case you couldn't tell lol), i'll seperate them into lists. ofc, my tastes change over time, and i tend to have a bias towards my most recent fics, though here are my thoughts atm:

fluff:

1.) valgrace

2.) valdangelo

3.) jasico

angst/darkfic:

1.) lukabeth (fortunately/unfortunately i have to be in a Really Bad mental space to write these two, but if you're rooting for my downfall feel free to sub to my ao3 for when i have my next mental breakdown lol)

2.) lukethan

3.) lukercy

(don't ask me what i have against luke i love him but also that's between me and my nonexistent therapist jdskjdkj)

smut:

1.) lukercy

2.) jercy

3.) jasico

4.) valgrace

overall:

1.) valdangelo (while i wouldn't put valdangelo as my favorite in any one category, it's still my fave overall. the ceaselessverse has its share of both fluff and angst, and i think for their character development in that fic you can't have one without the other)

2.) valgrace (friends to lovers, an unbeatable classic. they have my heart—unfotunately i was too late on the "hey wait jason is actually super nuanced and cool" wave, so they'll never be able to beat my love for valdangelo. but One Day perhaps i'll write more with them)

3.) jasico (i think it's hard for me to capture the right dynamic between these two (perhaps because leo's not in this ship lol), but when i do i really enjoy it. i'm probably only a prompt away from going down a rabbit hole about these two)

4.) jercy (i can't believe like 3(?) months ago i was like "lol they're just Bros"—what a close-minded Fool i was. thank you @theburningsunset for sending me that one prompt that unlocked a dormant part of my brain. i should write more with these two)

5.) lukercy (there's so much to explore with this dynamic in angst & smut & so many other things...though it's gotta rank below my other pairings as the ones above are fluffier and easier on the psyche to write)

6.) lukethan (if i wrote more with them they would be higher on the list...i need to find the lukethan corner of the fandom & let them unlock this part of my brain)

(i feel like i'm forgetting a couple ships but these are probably the ones i write about the most :-) thanks for the ask ! )

[goosewriting]

Scenario 3 with Leo please? Where purple prompt 38 is said by him as he realizes he can't defeat the monster alone and has to leave the reader behind for some reason, so he has to go get the others?

Run away (rottmnt Leo x reader)

scenario 3: Running from dangerous person or monster. prompt 38: “I’ll come back for you, I promise.”

summary: Leo has to leave reader behind when fighting a monster.

relationship: Rise!Leo x GN reader

warnings: no happy ending ig, it’s very short sorry ;c;

word count: ~390

A/N: i found this poor request from the 500 subs event hidden away. i’m so sorry it took so long and that i didn’t see it earlier!! it’s short but i hope it’s along the lines of what you imagined. thank you for requesting and i hope you’re still around ;;v;;

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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This was not how Leo imagined the date would go.

It all started perfectly good: he picked you up and you went on a walk. You wandered around, without a care in the world, chatting and laughing. Then you wanted to buy some food for on the go, but the place you were craving was closed. So he suggested going into the Hidden City, where the food was great as well.

Once you got there, you decided to eat at a secluded part of the park where there was a lake. And everything would have been perfect if not for that sea monster suddenly appearing from the water. You didn't know what its deal was, since it attacked you out of seemingly nowhere. 

But now here Leo was, fighting a creature easily five times his size. He tried portalling around it to hit it with his swords, but the beast seemed to anticipate all of his movements. To make things worse, it was pretty bulky too, with an armour-like skin full of spikes. Whenever it moved around, it would send chunks of dirt and rocks flying. One of them ended up hitting you, making you lose your balance and twist your ankle in the fall.

Leo called your name, asking if you're okay.

You answered that you can't stand up.

Suddenly the monster turned towards you and snorted, a cloud of smoke coming out of its nostrils. It seemed to be about to attack you. You were frozen in place, unable to hide anywhere or crawl away on time.

Leo realised he couldn’t fight the beast alone, so he called his brothers through his shellphone, telling them to get down here as quickly as possible. Until they arrived, he’d have to get the monster away from you though. So he yelled at it and threw some stones, which seemed to do the trick. The beast turned around, roaring at Leo. 

As he was calling the beast names to rile it up and have it chase him, the turtle gave you one last look. 

“I’ll come back for you, I promise!” he shouted over his shoulder towards you.

“No, Leo, wait–!” you called back but winced at the sting in your ankle.

You only saw the monster charging up at the turtle, cutting a corner, and then disappearing from your sight.

“Please don’t leave me alone…” you sniffled.

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Exposed Lies

Title: Exposed Lies Day: Febuwhump 2024, Day 6 Prompt: “You lied to me” Fandom:  TMNT 2003 Word Count: 3970  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating:  T Characters: Donatello, Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, Splinter, April O’Neil, Casey Jones Warning: Summary: Now that their lives are settling into the new normal since Karai’s attack and Leonardo’s return, everyone has time to compare stories and let events settle in. However, one realization exposes a thread of lies that have been covering up one turtle’s secrets for years.    Notes:     ff.net || AO3

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Exposed Lies

“I’m so glad that you guys found a way to be here!” April said as she passed out drinks to everyone. “And that we finally have the time to catch up without interruptions. You have no idea how worried I was.”

“Sorry about that, April,” Leo said, accepting the drink she gave him. “We couldn’t risk it. Not only would it put you in danger, but it would have exposed us as well. It wasn’t worth the risk to any of us.”

“I understand,” she said, settling next to Casey. “It was just hard.”

The brothers and Splinter exchanged glances.

“Yeah,” Raph said after a beat of silence. “We get that.”

For a moment, no one said anything, although it was clear that memories were hanging heavily over them all.

“So…” Casey said after a moment. “You never said. Just what happened anyway?”

Again, all of the turtles and Splinter looked at each other, as if trying to figure out what they wanted to say.

“It started with the proximity alarms going off,” Don said, looking at his cup for a moment, and then back up at April and Casey. “They only went off for a second, maybe two, and then they shut off.”

“Shut off?” April said. “They’re not supposed to do that.”

Don nodded. “I know. I immediately headed over to my computer, but before I could so anything, the Foot burst in.”

“They had, like, huge mechs, and lasers!” Mikey said.

“Not to mention all the regular Foot,” Raph growled out, his free hand going to his sai. “They swarmed the place, and there wasn’t anything we could do about it.”

“Partway through, Karai appeared, in the Shredder’s armor,” Splinter said. “She demanded to know where Leonardo was and ordered our deaths.”

“In the end, we had to retreat,” Don said. “Abandon our home.” He took a breath, and held it for a moment, it clearly hard for him to think about. “I took Master Splinter, and we got in the Shell Sub. But there were Foot waiting for us near the exit point. I tried to shake them, but I couldn’t. Eventually, I buried the sub in the silt at the bottom of the river, grabbed the porpoise device, and Sensei and I exited. Right before I went out, I set the sub to leave the area, and it took off while we stayed hidden.” He shook his head. “The Foot destroyed it.”

Splinter reached over and put a hand on Don’s arm. “But we lived,” he said. “And your quick thinking saved us both.” He looked back at the group. “From there, we ascended to the surface, where we found places to hide until Leonardo found us.”

“That sounds harrowing,” April said, reaching over to give Don’s shoulder a squeeze. “I’m sorry about the sub, Don.”

Don gave her a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes and shrugged. “I’m just glad that we managed to get away. I don’t know what we would have done if they hadn’t bought that.” He brought a hand down to idly rub his leg. “We weren’t in any shape to keep fighting.”

There was another beat of silence, and then Casey spoke up again.

“Okay, so that’s what happened to Donnie and Master Splinter, but what about the rest of you?” he asked.

“I booked it to the elevator,” Raph said, “and up to the garage. I hoped I’d have a moment to breath, but the Foot were up there, too.” He scowled as he continued. “I made my way to the Battleshell and busted out of there. But the Foot were waiting. They sent a freaking helicopter after me. The second I saw it shoot off its missiles I knew I had to jump ship. The Shell Cycle was in the back, so I jumped on it, and busted out the back just before the missiles hit the Battleshell and blew it up.”

He stood up, pacing just a little. “I booked it outta there, and I didn’t think they saw me, but I wasn’t gonna take any chances. I abandoned the bike and caught the D Train to Coney Island. I hid there, with no idea if anyone was alright or even how to find them, until Leo found me, and told me they were all right.” He balled up a fist and hit the back of one of April’s chairs.

“The Foot owe me a new bike,” he growled out, although it was clear to everyone that wasn’t really what he was upset about. Leo walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze as a look passed between the two of them.

There was a pause, and then, after a moment of silence, April looked back at Mikey. “What about you, Mikey?” she asked. “What happened to you?”

The orange banded turtle looked up at her from where he was sitting on the floor. “I grabbed Klunk,” he said. “Or, well, Klunk came to me, and he and jumped in the tunneler. You’d think,” he said, with an air of annoyance, “that a guy could get away in a thing that tunnels through solid rock, but nope, turns out, that’s not the case. One of those giant mechs followed me and stayed hot on my tail. I figured pretty quickly that there wasn’t going to be a way for me to get away, so when I saw a place, I grabbed Klunk, and we bailed.”

He shook his head. “Dude was so focused on the tunneler he never even saw us. I watched for a second, saw him trash the tunneler, and then I got the shell out there.” He shifted, pulling his knees up to him. “Klunk and I moved around a bit, trying not to stay in one place too long. When Leo found us, we’d been holed up in the subway tunnels for a couple of days. I was super glad to see him!”

Splinter reached out and put a hand on Mikey’s shoulder. “We are all thankful for Leonardo,” he said.

“I’m just glad everyone was alright,” Leo said, making his way back over to the group with Raph. “I was scared stiff when the Ancient One told me that you were all in danger, especially since it took so long to get back home from Japan. I held onto the hope that you were all alive, although I admit that I was even more worried about it when I got April’s note. But in the end, you were all aright and we’re all together again, and that’s what matters.”

“Yeah, but it had to be terrifyin’ to see all those vehicles trashed,” Casey said.

“Oh, you have no idea,” Leo said. “It sent a spike of fear through me every—"

A sharp gasp and a thud cut him off, and all eyes quickly turned to Don, who had suddenly stiffened up, his glass having fallen out of his hand and landed on the floor.

“Don?” Leo said.

Don didn’t look at him. He didn’t seem to be looking at anyone. “The tunneler’s been destroyed,” he said.

Everyone else exchanged a look.

“Um, yeah,” Mikey said carefully, laying napkins on the spill and sitting the cup up. “I told you that, bro. Like, a couple of weeks ago.”

Don took in a couple of sharp breaths, his chest heaving with them. He shook his head slightly. “No, no you don’t understand. The tunneler has been destroyed. That means—” He took another shuddering breath and brought a hand up to cover his mouth, curling into himself slightly.

“Means what?” Leo asked, but Don didn’t answer him, a slight shake starting up instead.

“My son?” Splinter asked.

Don let out a sharp breath that sounded more like a sob than anything. “It can’t happen,” he said, his voice choked up. “It means it can’t happen. I stopped it. It can’t—it won’t—happen! I—” This time Don did let out a sob, even as he curled over himself, his mask growing wet.

Everyone looked at each other, everyone clearly equally bewildered by Don’s behavior and words.

Raph moved next to Don, putting an arm across his shell. “Donnie, what are you talking about?” he said. “What can’t happen? We don’t understand.”

Don let out a sound that was half a sob and half a laugh. “You won’t die!” he exclaimed. “I won’t kill you! I stopped it! I stopped it from happening, and now I won’t have to go through it again and I can stop being so paranoid and scared because I won’t disappear, and I won’t kill all of you!”

Don laughed again, a slightly hysterical edge to it, nothing having been made clearer to his family.

Splinter moved closer, and Raph backed off, letting his father take his place. “My son,” Splinter said, placing a hand on Don. “Donatello. We do not understand. We do not know what you’re talking about.”

Don looked up, tears still falling from his eyes, and looked at everyone as if seeing them there for the first time. “When Drako and the Ultimate Ninja sent us away—I never told you where I went,” he said.

“Uh, yes you did,” Mikey said. “You said you found yourself in a world with a wizard who could make things come to life by drawing them, but didn’t realize that’s what he was doing, and you helped him stop his drawings and protect a city.”

Don shook his head. “No. No, I lied about where I went,” he said. “That’s what happened with Kirby.”

“Wait—my tenant?” April said surprised. “I thought—I didn’t know what happened to him! He just disappeared after the building blew up!”

Don shook his head. “No, I—I never told you. Because it hurt and then everything happened so fast after that I just didn’t think about it. No, he found a crystal, put it on his pencil, and drew things that came to life but disappeared after a little bit. Except a portal.” Don took another sharp breath, a shudder running through him. “We went through it, found another world on the other side, including a city that was under attack. It turned out that the things Kirby was drawing were traveling to that world when the disappeared and were attacking the city.”

Don looked back down at his hands. “I helped him defend it, we defeated them, but when we headed back to the portal, it was starting to shrink. Kirby insisted that I go through first, but by the time I got through, it had shrunk too small for him to come through.” Don’s fists clenched. “I couldn’t bring him back—I couldn’t save him. And I didn’t know how to deal with that. So, I just didn’t tell anyone.” His breath hitched. “And then—when I came back—I couldn’t—I couldn’t tell you all—I just told you that story instead.”

“You lied to us?” Leo asked. “But—why?”

Don let out a sob, closing his eyes even as the tears increased. “Because I couldn’t—I couldn’t let you know what I did. I couldn’t let it happen! Because—because—”

“Because you killed us?” Mikey said, recalling Don’s earlier words.

Another sob escaped Don, and he nodded.

“My son,” Splinter said, his voice soft. “Tell us, please. What happened?”

For a moment, Don didn’t say anything, just sat there, shuddering in his father’s hold. No one said anything, waiting until he was ready. Finally, Don began to speak.

“I arrived in the lair, but it was thirty years in the future,” he said. “It was trashed, everything destroyed—except the tunneler. I didn’t know what to do, so I headed topside. But as soon as I got up there some sort of police or security force was there, demanding that I come with them. I was going to comply until I saw the Foot insignia on their uniforms. Before I could do anything, though, they were attacked from the shadows. The attacker took them down quickly and efficiently.”

He looked up, locking eyes on Mikey. “It was Mikey. Only older. And missing an arm.”

Mikey’s eyes widened and he gulped, drawing his arms inward.

“We got out of there, and he explained what had happened. He told me that I had disappeared thirty years beforehand, and in those thirty years, that the Shredder had taken over. That he had gone back to the Utroms and enslaved them, and then come and enslaved the earth. It was an industrial wasteland. The people were forced to work eighteen-hour days, and he had complete control.” Don looked down. “But that wasn’t the worst of it.”

Don shuddered and leaned slightly into Splinter’s hold. “He took me to Sensei’s grave,” he said quietly. “He said that the lair was attacked, and that Sensei gave his life to protect the three of you. He said that after that, Raph and Leo split. ‘When you never came back, Donnie, well, everything just fell apart. We were a team. Without you, it just didn’t work. Guess we really needed that level head of yours.’ That’s what Mikey told me. That it all fell apart because I wasn’t there.”

“Donnie, no!” Raph said, kneeling in front of his brother. “Me and Leo, yeah, we’ve gotten crossways before, but we wouldn’t ever just abandon everything like that!”

“Never!” Leo said, coming up as well, laying a hand on Don’s shoulder.

“Good,” Don said, looking up at them, his mask damp. “That means that it worked.”

Raph and Leo exchanged a confused glanced.

“What worked?” Raph asked.

Don sniffed but didn’t take his eyes off of his brothers. “I couldn’t let the family fall apart like that,” he said. “So… so I found ways to try to strengthen our bonds. Or, well, all of your bonds. More suggestions for family activities. Suggesting activities that the two of you could bond over. Making sure that all of you spent good, quality, family time together.” He stared at them, eyes determined, even through their dampness. “I wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t tear apart.”

“Well, that explains a lot,” Mikey said. Heads whipped towards him, and Mikey just looked back at them. “What? You guys didn’t notice the way Don would be out of his lab more, or how he kept finding things to do that we all liked, or that you two could bind over?”

Raph and Leo looked at each other.

“I… guess we didn’t,” Leo said.

Mikey scoffed. “And you call me unobservant.”

“That still don’t explain what you mean by you killed everyone,” Casey said. “I mean, I guess I can see how you’d think about Splinter, maybe, but Mike was still alive, at least.”

Don sobered up and looked back at his hands. “No,” he said, his voice shaking. “It doesn’t.”

Everyone fell quiet and waited for Don to be ready to speak again.

“There was a resistance,” Don said. “Mikey was part of it. Angel, too, although I never saw her. April was heading it up.”

Casey gently elbowed April. “Hey, good on you, Babe!” he said. “I knew that you had it in you!”

April just shot him a look and shushed him.

“It was failing,” Don said, as if Casey hadn’t interrupted. “Not through any fault of April’s but just because of what they were all up against. The Foot had more troops and resources, and going after Shredder…” he looked up, and looked at Casey. “Their last attempt had killed Casey.”

Casey froze for a second, but this his face set. “I’d rather go out that way, then let the Shredder keep going.”

Don gave a nod, but continued on, once again looking down at his hands. “I asked April to get in touch with Raph and Leo. She did, but the moment they saw each other, they almost came to blows.” He looked up at his two brothers. “They were both horribly scarred. Raph… He was missing an eye,” Raph’s eyes widened, “and Leo was blind, or nearly so.” Leo shifted uncomfortably.

Don kept going. “I stopped them, and then I…” he paused, taking a breath in. “…I convinced them to go up against the Shredder again. They were all against it, Leo, Raph, Mikey, April, even Stockman and Hun.”

“Wait wait wait—” Mikey said. “Stockman and Hun?”

Don nodded his head once. “Yes. Shredder had fused them together, and the resistance had saved them from being executed.”

“Fun,” Mikey said sarcastically.

Don bowed his head again. “I should have listened to them. They should have pushed back on me more. But none of them did. I made a plan. I—” his voice got shaky, and he brought a hand up to his eyes. “They should never have listened to me.”

The tension in the room grew, as Don continued speaking.

“We used the tunneler to get into the Shredder’s throne room. I used a captured Karai Legionnaire to make an exosuit for myself. The plan was to tunnel into the throne room, let Shredder think he was getting the upper hand, and then get him into position to chain him to the tunneler and turn on the drill.” Don’s voice grew shakier. “And it worked. But… at a price.”

The tears fell faster from Don’s eyes as he continued, his voice shaking. “It didn’t take long for the tide to turn against us. Within moments Mikey was surrounded by the Legionnaires. He—he called out my name. He called to me and—” Don let out a sob. “I couldn’t do anything! They sliced him to pieces, killing him, and there was nothing I could do! He died calling for me to save him, and I couldn’t!”

Everyone stared at Don, horrified, but he continued, not even looking at them. “Leo and Karai were fighting. He had her, but then a Legionnaire came up behind him, and he turned to deal with it. She stabbed him in the back then and there. Raph saw, and he went after Karai. But she killed him, too, and he died crawling to Leo. April… April killed Karai with a rocket launcher.”

Don took another shuddering breath, forcing himself to keep speaking. “Then it was just me and the Shredder. He taunted me, called me the last of my kind. I tried to kill him then and there. But he didn’t die. He didn’t die! It was what we had expected, but I just wanted to end him.” Don’s voice turned hard in a way they hadn’t heard from him before. “But I still got him into position. I chained him to the tunneler, turned on the drill, and got out of my exosuit. Then I stood there and watched as it killed him.”

He shuddered. “I killed him. But—it was too late. It was too late for my brothers. They were all lying there, dead, and it was because of my plan, because they trusted me.” He shook his head. “I don’t care what April said about giving the world hope, what did it matter when I killed my entire family!”

Don leaned over again, his head in his hands. “I killed them! It was my plan, and they trusted me, when they absolutely should not have, because what did I know about their world? Nothing! I just pushed my way in and insisted on doing things my way, and it got them all killed!”

Don was sobbing by this point, taking shuddering breaths as he tried to breathe. Splinter’s arm curled around him, drawing Don closer to him.

“My son…” he said. “Why did you not tell us this? Why did you feel the need to lie?”

“I couldn’t face you,” he said, his voice strangled. “I disappeared, and the family fell apart. It was my fault! And then I got everyone killed, and it was my fault, my plan! How—how could I tell all of you that? How could I face you, knowing that it could all happen, and it would be my fault, I’d be the one to kill all of you? How could you ever trust me if that was the case? I—”

Don broke out in a sob again and shook his head. “But now it can’t happen! Don’t you see?” he asked, lifting his head, and looking at his family with desperate eyes. “The tunneler was essential to the plan! With it gone, the timeline’s been changed! And now—”

Don suddenly launched himself forward, grabbing onto Mikey. “Mikey, you don’t have to lose your arm! You don’t have to lose your happiness! You don’t have to die like that!”

He looked up at Raph and Leo and rocketed to his feet, putting desperate hands on the sides of their faces. “Raph, you don’t have to lose an eye! Leo, you don’t have to go blind! You two don’t have to become estranged! You don’t have to die by Karai’s sword, unreconciled!”

He whirled again and grabbed Casey by the shoulders. “You don’t have to die in a fruitless attempt to take down the Shredder!”

He turned to April, grabbing her hands. “You don’t have to run a failing resistance, and then build back a broken world!”

He turned Splinter, and practically collapsed in front of his father, pulling him in for a hug. “You don’t have to die defending your family, not knowing what happened to me!”

Don let out another sob, and clung to his father, even as his father’s arms wrapped around him. For a moment there was nothing but the sounds of Don’s sobs, and Splinter’s gentle comfort and reassurance. After a few minutes, though, Don calmed, and Splinter guided him back to sit on the couch. April draped a blanket across his shoulders as Splinter reached out and gently took Don’s chin into his hands.

“My son. You have carried this burden for far too long, alone. And while I am disappointed that you felt the need to lie to us and to hide this from us, I am also glad that you have shared it with us now.” Splinter’s face softened. “Know this, though. You were not at fault. If that family could not stay together when you disappeared, then they never had the strong bond you four have to begin with. That is not on you.”

Don shuddered and leaned his face into his father’s hand.

Splinter smiled at him, stroking his son’s face. “Furthermore, you were not responsible for their deaths. I understand why you feel as such. But in the end, just as we all made the decision on Shredder’s ship, they all made the decision when they went into battle, knowing what it could cost them and counting it worth it.”

Don shuddered again, his face twisting up as he let out another sob.

Leo moved in beside Splinter, wrapping an arm around Don. “Donnie. I know how you feel. You all know I do. But if I learned anything from my time with the Ancient One, it’s that beating yourself up about what happened, what could have been or could be, it helps nothing. And keeping a burden? All it does is break the person carrying it.” He smiled at Don and squeezed him. “Let us carry this burden with you, little brother.”

Don shuddered and nodded, leaning into Leo’s touch as well. It wasn’t long before his family pressed in close, all of them lending their support to Don. Maybe he had lied to them about what had happened, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that they were all here, they were all together, and they always would be. And that was exactly what Don needed.

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2003!Leonardo Dating/Romance HCs

(Heads up some of these are 18+)

I love this motherfucker so much let’s get into it

- Wants to train with you and if you already know martial arts to any extent he is so happy you have no idea. Martial arts isn’t just about fighting especially to Leo, but if you did fight by his side? !!! Boy would die for a ride or die he needs that in his life. He has dreams about making out with you on a dramatic battlefield. Never gonna actually happen though you two would get stabbed.

- Is so used to serving others getting him to not try to do everything in the relationship is difficult. But he also loves just doing acts of service. You just have to make him let you return the favor. It’s a balancing act that gets better with time.

-Speaking of he’s a service top in bed through and through so getting him to let you give him pleasure and focus solely on him is going to require an honest conversation and after that and an enthusiastic yes, ropes, headphones, and a blindfold so he can just focus on the moment. (He’s a switch sub leaning I will die on that hill)

- Arguments would be so rare. Leo wouldn’t date someone he didn’t agree with in important ways and respected a bunch. He believes in communication and talking things out. However, if you love this man and he loves you you’re both dramatic and will have extremely rare but huge blowouts about each others safety.

- Please let him have iced matcha lattes at your house. Splinter doesn’t believe in iced tea and Leo is queer he needs his iced drinks on occasion okay? (Listen this man is fruity in every version he is strongly bisexual and will love you in a poetic queer way no matter your gender)

- Loves spending time with you and getting a little goofy! With a romantic partner he can cut back in ways he can’t at home. He is a dork and date nights might lead to wacky adventures but he deserves to go on them and you’re gonna have fun.

- He’s autistic (I can and will elaborate if prompted) so the both of you can just talk about your passions together. He just wants to hear you talk about what you love and is more than willing to give it a try.

-If you have an event of any kind? He’s there. He’s present. He’s either hiding in the rafters or he’s in disguise. He can’t stand the texture of clothes but he’d do it a thousand times for you.

-Definitely writes you love letters leaves them on your windowsill. He’ll put a pretty rock or small trinket on top so it doesn’t blow away cause he learned from his first attempt.

-He can’t cook but he is great at chopping. So let him in the kitchen! Let him cook with you. Even if you just give him prep work. If you work with him really hard you can get him to be able to make soup and breakfast, but that’s it. (It’s for his own good if he knew how to cook he’d just try to do it for you every time my guy needs to chill).

-You’re sick? Period? Recovering from a meltdown? He is taking care of you and honestly liking it so much. He loves caring for the people in his life and making you feel better makes him feel like he’s meant for more than just violence.

-Part of the relationship balance is just the two of you getting each other to take breaks and stop beating yourself up. Leo doesn’t become one of your favorites unless you’re a perfectionist (I see you!)

-His flirting is so corny but he pulls it off. Lots of “Hey Gorgeous. Going somewhere?” With that voice he does for one liners and stuff.

-If you use your height against him in flirting (guy is 5’2” smol king) you will MELT him. Dance with him and lead and he’ll just want to go home to be with you that instant.

-Honestly doesn’t mind you pulling him around by his hand or grabbing him around his waist to direct him somewhere. As long as you’re not rough or rude he really digs it. He trusts you and likes when you’re assertive because it shows you’re comfortable with him. He doesn’t have to be a leader to you you’re both partners.

-He’s a huge simp your honor.

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I loved the larissa x lesso it was amazing!!!! Can we get another one, but maybe with the reader as well this time, and both lesso and larissa are submissive to the reader. Larissa is enjoying some pain and degrading and lesso prefering it softer with praise and degrading

My Good Little Sluts ~Sub!Larissa Weems x Sub!Lady Lesso xFem Dom!Reader

Summary— Reader helps Larissa and Leonora get some relief and destress in their free time. Both powerhouses just need some domination. Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! I love this request idea! Thank you! I know people have been talking about a Larissa drought, so I hope this fic feeds some of that Weems thirst you all are having. Enjoy! ♥️

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!!, smut, eating out, fingering, threesomes, sub/dom relations, pain, pain kink, crying, rope play, bondage/restraints, praise and degradation, gagging, gag ball use, orgasm denial, orgasm control, overstimulation, nipple clamps use, nipple play, implied smut, etc.

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Leonora let out a soft groan as your tongue gently lapped away at her clit.

“AhHhhH yesss…” she hissed.

Lesso’s hands were cuffed, one hand of each bedpost. She was leaning back again the headboard with her legs spread wide, where you sat in the middle, toying with her precious pussy.

“Such a good little slut for me…” you purred, as you ran your tongue up the length of her exposed body, stopping at her left nipple and latching your mouth onto her hard bud simultaneously as you slipped two fingers into her core.

“OoHhhhHh fuck yessss…!” Lesso groans, eagerly bucking and grinding her hips against your hand.

You chuckled and continued your soft fucking, continuing to give her a mix of praise and degradation.

Suddenly, you both were drawn out of the moment by a desperate mewl from Larissa. You huffed and much to Leonora’s dismay, you pulled away and tuned around to face the tied up blonde.

Both Larissa and Leonora came to you in their free time, searching for domination. But they didn’t exactly look for the same thing past that…

Larissa was on her stomache, hair down, had her hands tied with rope behind her back, connected to her feet which were bound and being held up in the air by her hands. The position was painful and pleasurable at the same time. Just what Larissa liked. She had a gag ball in, along with nipple clamps connected by a chain on her nipples.

Your gaze met the tied up blonde’s.

“Such a silly slut… So desperate, she can’t help but cry out for attention…!” You purred, followed by a backhand smack! to Larissa’s cheek.

Larissa’s cunt clenched around nothing as she cried out through the cherry red ball gag. Tears were starting to form amongst the creases of her eyes.

“Such a pathetic little whore… You get off on all this pain, I know it… you know it… You’re my dirty girl aren’t you…?” You cooed wickedly, tugging at her nipple chain and making Larissa cry out again as she nodded vigorously.

She needed stimulation, so very bad. And you knew it. You knew Larissa was drenched. And that’s why you made her watch as you made Leonora cum over and over.

“Be and good whore and cum for me again, Leo…” you cooed, pumping three fingers in and out of the redheads pussy.

Leonora obeyed you and came all over your fingers, even squirting across the bed.

“Good girl…” you purred, then turning back to Larissa, pulling the chain of her nipple clamp with a smirk.

Larissa let out a distraught moan, her eyes squeezing shut as she was hit with spikes of pleasurable pain.

“What do you think, Leo… Does ‘Rissa deserve to cum tonight…?” You cooed smirkingly, looking back at the redhead who was leaning against the headboard panting heavily and still recovering from her latest climax.

Larissa swiftly looked over to Leonora. Her eyes were begging, pleading with the redhead to take her side. Leonora pretended to think about for a moment, before smirking.

“Make her watch a couple more times… Then make her beg for it…” Lesso hummed wickedly.

You smirked and agreed eagerly.

By the time Larissa was untied and allowed to speak, she begged and begged to cum. She pleaded at your knees, her mascara running down her face and her lips trembling.

And of course, you kept to your word, allowing the desperate blonde some release, as your tugged on her nipple clamp chain once more, sending the woman over the edge as Leonora was your good slut and ate her out.

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Larissa Weems Masterlist

Leonora Lesso Masterlist

[sucrows]

Tier lists you say? Alrighty then! I'll give you some prompts you can think about ヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ

Hmmmhmm...perhaps how many kids the cast wants? In the near future, if they want to settle down or not interested in the idea of having kids (and/or owning pets and calling them their "children" instead)

Maybe a personal list of how you see characters either being dom, switches, subs, or leaning? You write for them being on both ends but I'm interested in seeing how you think!

Or maybe what kind of skimpy outfits they would wear? Lingerie, revealing outfits, etc etc

Ok these are a lot of good options but i'm going with the first one for simplicity

(elaboration under cut)

Nazuna + Madara are some of the biggest breeding kink lovers here and like children. Mika is just utterly obsessed with his partner and want's as many little thems as possible.

Chiaki, Kuro, and Mao like kids a lot but they also knows their limits, they might be a bit frazzled with more than 3. Rinne probably just wanted 2 but then was like hey i like this and asked for a third. Anzu was similar but was just like "only one" and then "ok fine two" but then "why not three" and tbh could probably go even higher.

1-2 is the biggest category. I think for Leo & Rei it's about having grown up with a sibling they were close to. I think Rei would be willing to have only one but for Leo its 2 or none because he doesn't want to doom his child to a siblingless life. Kaoru, Adonis, and Hiyori all also have siblings but it's not quite the same relationship. Kaoru probably starts on only 1 but then decides for more afterwards and absolutely adores them, but refuses more so he can focus on the 2 he has. Adonis has multiple siblings and knows the ins and outs of sibling life well and he doesn't want to subject his child(ren) to too much. Hiyori wants 2 so he can dress them up and keep them close to him easily.

Izumi falls head over heels for his first child and immediately wants a second. Arashi wants and likes kids but does not want to overload herself so 2 is her maximum. Souma thinks 2 is the perfect amount to be able to properly raise into good, even adults. Tatsumi believes in moderation and wants to have less so he can be closer to the ones he has. Yuzuru would probably opt for 1 by default, but is willing to go for two. He doesn't want too much on his plate as he will already be busy with his job and he absolutely does not want to leave the brunt of parenthood to his partner.

Natsume is a bit sentimental about wanting to pass on his magic to the next generation. He might already be training people but he wants his blood to go on too. Ibara and Eichi both want heirs. Eichi would like more than 1, but he's hesitant to do so due to his health. Ibara would like to not be a shitty parent and he thinks that with 1 kid, it would be literally impossible for him to make them feel neglected no matter how busy he is. Ritsu wants 1 kid for similar reasons to Eichi, but also because he flat out does not want to put in the effort for more than 1.

Hokuto is in here out of SPITE he is NOT passing down the Hidaka name. HiMERU's job is just too sketchy and he's not leaving it anytime soon. Koga does not have the patience (or maybe he does, but he still doesn't want children of his own), he wants to focus on other things. You can have dogs instead? Children are too messy and too much work for Shu.

No Opinion/Up to partner category is self explanatory. All characters who are chill with the idea of having or not having kids.

[v3nusxsky]

dom!lesso x dom!larissa x sub!reader smut plzzz maybe some angst ending in smut and fluff idk

Trapped in the chains of lust 18+

*Authors note~ back with another installment. I apologise for the delay but I’m now done with assignments just have a few more weeks left of university:)*

Trigger warnings~ dom (daddy/puppy) leaning switch lesso dom (mommy) larissa sub (baby girl) reader angsty ending oral (LW) fingering (R) thigh riding (LL) watching two people have sex overstimulation (r) strap on (LL-R) hair pulling praise kink marking kink degrading kink breast worship (R-LW) oral fixation eluded too

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Returning to Nevermore was an odd feeling, home, you hadn’t really had a home. Somewhere to feel safe and content in a while. Perhaps it’s because Nevermore is a school or perhaps it’s the woman you enter with. As soon as the thoughts claw their way into your mind you immediately slammed the barriers back up. Not here. Not now. Thankfully Larissa seemed to engrossed in the road and her own mind to notice the shift in behaviour so much so that you now lay with your head on her chest as she slept peacefully.

The scent of vanilla hit you as you nuzzled into the older woman’s neck, feelings of warmth and safety crashing into you like a tidal wave. In her slumber the blonde moved her arm to hold you closer to your chest and let out a tiny sigh of contentment. Yet you still feel a longing, a missing peace and you quickly identify that as your boss. With the raven haired club owner wrapped around you both, the night would’ve been perfect. But instead the space for her remains cold, for now, you trust Larissa and her plan so for now all you can do is cling to the warmth and love she showers you in and drift off into the darkness of sleep.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Leonora was recalling her encounter with the soft spoken principal. Her words running round her brain continuously, conflicting emotions causing the woman to be restless and feeling rather sea sick. Her slender fingers tracing the marking Larissa left her with. A foreign feeling of being wanted and angry swirling together at the blatantly obvious intent to own her. Dominance rising over everything else, how could Lesso be so weak? She never let anyone as much as leave a fingernail mark, absolutely not a hickey and yet she sat her branded with Larissa’s beautiful penmanship on her body. No man, woman or goddess would get away with this.

Blinking rapidly, you lost the pleasurable blanket of sleep due to an annoying melody blearing around Larissa’s quarters. When the haze cleared you immediately recognised the tone, Lesso, so ever so gently you fought your way out of the shifters grip to answer the call. Your boss hated when her dancers didn’t answer the call and made sure to install fear of her wrath. A wrath you had unknowingly signed up for.

“Leo?” You muttered, sleep still clinging to your words. It’s only then you caught the early hour, “it’s four in the morning, what on earth could you possibly want?” It was your gasp of realisation that cause your companion to stir awake.

“You” the line appeared to be dead, “and her” she practically growled the last two words. Clearly you’d missed a few chapters yesterday while at work. But it was weird how no one saw your boss lurking around yesterday and Larissa seeming stuck in her own head last night. A quick glance at your now smirking lover and it all became clear.

“Leo-I “ you started only to be cut off with her rough voice, “I don’t want to hear it! You her and me at rest your souls, this evening, six sharp” before hanging up the phone. A poor bewildered you and a curious blonde left to put the puzzle pieces together. Obviously you knew where you were going, the hotel being very popular for the dancers and clients to use as it was on the same street as the club.

“What happened dove? It’s much too early for you to be awake sweet girl? What did the lion want?” The blonde murmured gently, moving to press a sweet kiss to your shoulder blade in a hope you’d come out of your mind. “Us meeting her at “Rest Your Souls” tonight at six pm” you reiterated still trying to process what on earth caused such a reaction for the raven haired woman. “What happened tonight Rissa?”

From there you and Larissa snuggled back into bed as she filled you in on her “chat” with your boss. She explained how it was all part of the plan and well she couldn’t let anyone treat her sweet girl the way that woman had. She needed to be taught a lesson. And Larissa was more than content to do so. “Sleep baby girl, you’ll have your answer tomorrow evening on if she’ll join us on this beautiful adventure. For now my darling sleep, I’m right here” she murmured disguising a yawn as her hand stroked patterns on the exposed skin of your arm, lulling you into sleep once again.

After the phone call, Leonora found herself still unable to sleep, despite concocting the plan for revenge, to free herself from whatever spell you’d put her under, she couldn’t quite let the pleasant feelings of wearing the principals marking go. Maybe she did want this. Maybe. But if there’s one thing the woman knows is what she’s been told since she was young, “evil doesn’t get love, only the good get love” and she knew very well what category she resided in.

Thanks to the text from the other woman you and Larissa easily located the room 436 and got settled inside. Consistently tapping the heel of your foot to the ground as you sat on the edge of the bed, drowning in your anxious state, you couldn’t help but draw up multiple ways this would play out, all while Larissa looks as composed and unphased as ever. “Sweet girl, you don’t need to be nervous you know I’m right here with you. You’re safe love” she murmured to you gently placing a hand on your knee to stop the movement. You snapped your eyes up to meet her cyan coloured irises, the love swarming in them helping to comfort you slightly.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. The tell-tell sigh of someone unlocking the door ripped through the little bubble you two had unknowingly created and revealed a very pissed off Lesso. It’s almost as if time froze, your gaze flickering between both women as Larissa stood up to confront your boss. Only to be such down with the bang of the woman’s cane, “shut up!”

You couldn’t help the whimper of fear that you failed to hide, both pairs of eyes now raking over your form, you seemed small now, curling up into yourself and shaking. “ I call the shots now. You showed me what you can do, let’s see what we can do… together” the command clear, causing Larissa to smile warmly at you in reassurance. “You pup are pushing it today hmm? Why don’t you ask the poor girl if she wants that?”

With a small grunt of pain your boss knelt down in front of you. “Your hurt” you gasped in shock knowing of her knee injury a few years ago. “I’m fine. Can we play with you sweetheart?” She seemed to be softer now, the Leonora you had originally met at your interview returning right in front of you. Reminding you why you were so attracted to her. You gave a small nod of your head causing Larissa to speak up, “baby girl, words for mommy.”

“And daddy” lesso chirped up as she moved to stand again. Daddy? Well that was not expected. You’d always imagined she’d go with mistress. And why did Larissa call her pup, unless she was a switch. Oh. They’d both be dominant if you agreed. That realisation had you agreeing verbally in no time. From there you all seemed to slip into your roles with an almost perfect ease.

The raven haired woman immediately took to bossing you and larissa into losing the clothing, demanding she get to watch you start of pleading your mommy. The free rein leading you to kiss, suck, lick and nip her sensitive breasts making sure to drag your teeth over her pert nipples while her slender fingers gripped your hair. “Oh aren’t you so precious dove? You really love your mommy’s tits hm?” A muffled mhm was all you offered before bringing one of your hands to caress the neglected breast.

“So fucking pretty for me” she mumbled appreciatively, committing the sight to memory. “Oh Leo, I bet our baby girl is soaked just from this” Larissa panted for gently tugging your head away from her sensitive breasts. “Good girl baby, mommy needs you else where sweet girl” she chuckled at your whines in protest. “Don’t whine sweet dove, how about you make mommy feel good while daddy takes care of you hmm?”

Not needing to be told twice you immediately set to work kissing, sucking and nipping her pillowy thighs before diving into her soaked cunt. “Such a greedy girl” the raven haired woman muttered before moving your hips up allowing her access to your soaked core. “All for us dove?” She teased just trailing through the conspicuous amounts of slick there. “I think someone’s been wanting this for a while” Larissa panted causing you to suckle on her rock hard clit in agreement.

Feeling the woman slipping two fingers into your tight little hole caused you to moan into the blondes core creating even more pleasure for everyone In the room, you hardly had time to process that you were living your dream only focusing on pleasing both the women. Maybe if you did a good enough job this wouldn’t be the time you got them like this.

Leonora happily took orgasms after orgasm from you, now having a little taste it was clear you were an addiction that wouldn’t ever leave her. What was more intimate was she was also enjoying pleasing the principal, her moans of pleasure equally effecting the club owner. As talented as she is, her hand does cramp so after three effortless orgasms and a significantly drenched hand she removes herself form you both to remover her black trousers.

“Oh sweet girl, I think daddy has something you want” Larissa breathlessly teased as she fought to slow her breathing. God you were good at that. Eating her out like a starved kitten, the dumb smile plastered on your lips highlighting how pussy drunk you were. In fact, she needs to see you this way again, pupils blown wide, drunk on her pussy and happy with both your loves. It’s a must. A need. And most definitely a want.

It was your squeak of pained pleasure that pulled her from her mind, while she’d been distracted, the other woman had yanked you to the side of the bed and bent you over it before wetting her faux dick and slamming into you. The sight truly majestic and incredibly hot to watch. By now you were so far down in your submissive haze all you could do is reach for the blondes fingers and happily begin to suck on them, becoming more pliant to the rough fucking you were receiving. Any words long since stopped registering with you, but larissa could see how wound up Leonora was getting.

“Fucking dirty slut wanting daddy and mommy. Such a good little whore just taking everything I give you” she growled fighting harder to bring you over the edge again and again only stopping when you begged for mercy. Only then did she let up. Fully prepared for the night to end until she realised Larissa had other plans.

After getting you completely comfortable on the bed with the perfect view the blonde moved to the chair in the room, it wasn’t her office chair but it would do and commanded her pup to come and get her pleasure. “Poor puppy” she mumbled to lesso with faux sympathy, “no one’s made you feel good huh pup? Mommy can fix it, just say please.”

If you held more coherent thoughts behind your eyes you would’ve enjoyed the stand-off between the two women, battling for dominance, instead looking on with a goofy smile, “mommy please daddy good” was all you managed to form. “Sweet girl wants daddy to cum Leo, so what do you do?” Only then did she mutter a half hearted please. “Come here. Now.” She demanded and immediately took a hold of the raven haired woman’s hips to guide the movements with a dizzying amount of pressure. It was no surprise that the smaller of the women was falling apart in a matter of minutes, drenching the older woman’s toned thigh with ease. “God what a clear puppy you are” she praised before helping Leo back to the bed to join you.

During the show, your hand has made its way back to your mouth as you contentedly sucked on them. A dreamy far away look plastered on your beautiful features, one Larissa couldn’t help but admire until she heard movement around the room. “Leonora?”

“What” she snapped looking for one of her chains that must have fallen off on the ground. “What are you doing?” Larissa questioned although it was obvious. She was leaving. “This was a mistake. I can’t do this. I don’t want it.” A pregnant pause took over the room until you whimpered sensing the tension between them. “Cuddle?” You mumbled around your fingers still down deep into the submissive headspace.

“ I think you’re just afraid to let yourself be happy, to be loved, to feel wanted. And now you have those marks to remind you that if you walk out that door now, you lost a sweet girl who wants to give you the universe and a willing partner able to state all your needs. Your choice Lesso. But I choose her.” Larissa’s words hung heavy in the air, the raven haired woman seemingly stuck in her tracks. What could she do? What should she do? And what does she want to do?

The slamming of the hotel door was enough of an answer, the loud noise causing you to cry from fear and not understanding what had just occurred. All you knew is she left. Again. Played with you and walked away like you were insignificant. Rubbish. Worth nothing like you’d been told all your life. Leaving Larissa to not only battle her own feelings on the situation but to administer aftercare and look after her baby girl. Lesso may have left you. But she wouldn’t. Never. She just had to make sure you know that.

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[kc-anathema]

ANON Usagi, Leo on display, something with pretty knots (shibari)

Kinbaku

Every road-side inn of Usagi's world seemed the same—several tables and chairs in little clusters, a candle on each table, and a sake jug with two cups as soon as they sat down. The inns were always dim, even during the day, with the windows and doors open to the sunlight that barely came in. Behind one door, the kitchen clanked and splashed, and behind another door were the handful of rooms that one could rent for the night.

"Do you want the good news or the bad news?"

Leonardo glared at his traveling companion. "Now what?"

Usagi, a rabbit-eared ronin, sat down in front of him and generously poured out sake, taking a sip.

"We are on our last ryo." Usagi smiled despite the way his ears drooped down and his shoulders sank. "We will have enough to pay for this drink...and then we are broke."

Pushing the sake across to his friend, Leonardo leaned back in his chair.

"I could fix that," he offered.

"You're as bad as Kitsune,” Usagi said. "We do not need to resort to thievery."

"A bounty, then," Leonardo groaned. "A quick hunt—"

"We do not have the energy—"

"—we bring in some easy catch—"

"—I did not see any wanted posters here—"

"—and then we get a room—will you quit arguing?" Leonardo sighed.

"Do you honestly feel up to it tonight?" Usagi asked.

Leonardo glared at him from the corner of his eye. They were both covered in dust from the road, and they were both sore from wiping out two bandit clans along the way, and they were in the middle of an unspoken argument about the orphanage they'd passed and the reward money Usagi had completely given away.

Leonardo's look was hot enough to set the wooden building on fire.

"I don't feel up to a lot of things tonight," he growled.

Usagi paused, then nodded once in understanding and took another sip.

"So what's the bad news?" Leonardo asked. "Yokai down the road? Evil nobles? A poor mother of twenty kids on her last grain of rice?"

"You misunderstand," Usagi said with a small smile. "That was the bad news. But there is good news."

"Why do I think it's good news for everyone but me?"

"Ah, well. Not quite. In fact, you won't have to do anything but sit there. Easy work, actually."

Leonardo scoffed. "I need to meet this Kitsune. Sounds like he's more sensible."

"She," Usagi said. "And you'd probably like her. But we are getting away from the point. We weren't exactly paying attention when we walked in here."

"It was about to rain," Leonardo said. "Of course we weren't looking too carefully."

"So look now."

Leonardo almost didn't. They'd slept in the rain before. It was not that bad, not when there were abandoned farm houses and shrines everywhere. Usually haunted or filled with bandits. And scattered long distances apart. Far from the road.

He looked.

And shut his eyes tight.

In so many ways, his world and Usagi's were completely different. Anthropomorphic animals instead of humans, feudal instead of modern. But in other ways, they were exactly alike.

A bar full of nothing but bears with their kimono open in invitation, or worse, with nothing but a fundoshi, all watching the two young, dusty ronin drinking alone.

Leonardo leaned over the table and put his head down in his arms.

"No," Leonardo said. "Not again."

"You didn't object the last two times."

"I did," Leonardo said. "You ignored me."

"It will pay for the room."

"So would a quick walk outside."

"Without resorting to theft."

"Then you do it this time."

"If you know the knots...?"

Leonardo glared up from the table. Usagi's smile was confident and infuriating, even moreso as the rabbit gathered the ends of Leonardo's mask and rolled them around his white fingers.

Outside, lightning flashed and the rain came down in torrents.

"You'll keep it short," Leonardo demanded.

"Of course."

"Nothing painful."

"Never."

"Nothing...too bad."

"I'll even let you keep your legs closed."

Leonardo sighed and shut his eyes.

The worst inns, he'd come to realize, had a small space to one side for a musician or two, a performance, even a raised stage. Enough space for Leonardo to sit with his legs curled beneath himself, leaning on one side. The floor was hard and uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as the ropes Usagi bound around his plastron and shell.

"Perverted rabbits," he muttered under his breath, barely audible, certainly not visible to the audience. "Samurai bondage freaks. Exhibitionist—god, I hope that rope is clean—"

"Silence," Usagi whispered, "or I will put the rope through your mouth."

Leonardo grumbled but fell silent.

The room was quiet save for low murmurs and the soft clay clink of sake into cups. Leonardo refused to look up, jostled slightly as Usagi wound rope around him, twisting it in places, winding tight knots that pulled against his shell. Then Usagi reached around and pulled some of the rope into open diamond patterns on his front.

"The turtle pattern," Usagi said, to the laughing appreciation of the audience.

Leonardo flushed enough to show through his skin. That brought a murmur from the crowd as well.

Then came the box tie around his arms.

This part was harder with the shell in Usagi's way. He couldn't simply restrain Leonardo's hands behind his back...so he didn't even try, folding them in front of Leonardo as if the ninja was trying to cover himself in front of everyone.

Leonardo's wrists were bound, then his arms were tied to the diamond pattern down his chest, and then the rope was tied off behind his back where he couldn't reach. Breathing became a little harder as the rope pressed visibly into him. There would be bruises in the morning.

There was a roof beam above them. There was always a roof beam for this sort of thing. He felt the familiar tug on the center of his shell, drawing him upward just enough to take the weight off his legs.

His ankles were already crossed. They'd done this enough times that he knew how to make it go faster. The tie at his ankles wasn't too tight so he wouldn't be in pain, but the rope wound around his calves and knotted at his knees. An entirely different length of rope went around his thighs purely so that Usagi could bind them tightly and with several criss-crossings, then attach them to the ties around his knees.

Finally—finally they were almost done—his legs were pulled up higher than his head. Leonardo lay sideways in the air, uncomfortably upside down, refusing to open his eyes.

The audience took it for submission and reticence and paid well for the display. Leonardo heard the coins hitting the floor and heard Usagi step away from him to gather their earnings.

It was a long while for Usagi to return. Leonardo tried not to struggle as every twitch made the rope creak.

"We are in luck," Usagi said at last, kneeling down to better speak to him. "This is enough to stay here for a few days and eat. A few days of well earned rest, yes?"

"The next noble we pass on the road," Leonardo muttered, "I'm robbing him blind."

Usagi chuckled and glanced over his shoulder. The inn was dark and empty, its keeper having given him a key for the room to let and gone to bed. There was only the last candle here before them. With a mischievous smile, he gave Leonardo a small kiss, sending him turning slowly in the air.

"We're alone," Usagi warned him. "You should not test what I would do when you are like this."

From the back of the room, a match struck. The farthest candle lit, illuminating someone leaning back from the light, barely visible in the darkness.

"I dunno. What you got in mind?"

Leonardo froze, silent save for his heart suddenly pounding.

Usagi slowly stood, squinting into the shadows even though he knew that voice.

Raphael.

[venus616]

bro i fkn came at the thought of your blurb prompt fuck right off HAHA

the blurb prompt in question >:-)

cake; {p.p.}

Pairing: peter parker x f!reader (gif is tasm but you can interpret this as any peter parker)

Summary:  it's not even my birthday, but he wanna lick the icing off (lyrics by rihanna, birthday cake)

“Happy birthday Peter,” She speaks with her hands planted on her knees.  He gets on the bed, ready to pounce on her to her delight. “I think this will be my favorite gift yet,” He mutters while she leans back, elbows falling on his pillows.

Warnings: established relationship, smut, food mention, vaginal fingering, oral sex, light dom/sub dynamics if you squint, spanking, allusion to self esteem + body image insecurity, language, 18+, NSFW

Word Count: 3.1k (2.5k is smut... (i got carried away) (anyway))

A/N: decided to go with the birthday theme bc its leo season aka peter parker + spider-man season also happy birthday to mcu peter :') so feel free to imagine this as tom holland's peter cause it's canonically his day shdnsjd

It was Peter’s birthday and they were barely getting home from his celebration. It was an intimate gathering of his closest friends and his girlfriend at one of his favorite restaurants that wasn’t strictly Chinese takeout. 

To her satisfaction, this was after a few weeks of complaints from Peter of her going all for his birthday because he claimed it was “no big deal”. A few days beforehand, she eventually wore him down to allow her to do this one nice thing for him, mainly because he was able to piece two and two together and realized his objections fell on deaf ears.

He was still embarrassed from the singing from everyone in close proximity, followed by the cake play she teased him with when everyone was too distracted to tease them both about their PDA. 

Peter closes the door behind her, while she’s still holding onto his hand. All she wanted was to give him his final present for the night to remind him how grateful she was for his presence in her life. 

“Peter, c’mere,” She lightly whines while he locks the door of his apartment. 

“What is it baby?” He responds, looking down at her before she pretends to wipe away leftover frosting from his cheek. 

“You got a little something here,” She lies, making him look at her. He’s so tired from all the attention tonight, his face softens up from just staring at her. 

“Do I?” He smiles gently. She smiles back before trailing her fingers to his lips. 

“Yeah,” She whispers under her breath before bringing her other hand to the nape of his neck. She pulls him in to kiss her, inhaling the scent of his cologne. It was intoxicating being with him, and she swore it was something she’d never get used to. 

Peter smiles against her cheeks when you pull away to breathe, remembering her plans for the rest of the night. “Are you ready for your last present, birthday boy?” She smirks, feeling his hands grope her ass as he refuses to let her go. 

“You gave me like three this morning and threw me a birthday dinner,” He mumbles in her skin as he hangs his head in the crook of her neck with an iron grip on her waist. 

“Hence why I said “last”.” She reminds him. She hesitantly grabs Peter’s hands to detach himself from her, telling him to wait in his living room. 

She goes into the bag she brought earlier for tonight to get ready, looking at the lacy lingerie set in front of her. She had bought fishnet stockings that went up right below her ass, with a garter belt wrapping around her waist. There was a floral pattern tracing the lower half of the belt, complimenting the soft flesh of her stomach sitting underneath it. 

The underwear and bra were a matching set, barely leaving anything to imagination which she knew Peter would be delighted by. They both had the same flowers on her garter, but with the sheer fabric that graced her backside leaving her ass on display. 

She clasps the stockings to your garter and stares at herself in the mirror, making sure there wasn’t a hair out of place and that her makeup was still intact. She reapplies her lipstick from earlier and studies herself, feeling shy as she’s about to call him back in. 

Turning around to make sure her ass is complemented by the material, she spins back to the front. She’s still studying her nipples through the material, assessing the flowers that decorated the valley of her chest. 

She crawls onto his made bed, smiling to herself as she knows that won’t be the case for long. She kneels on this mattress before the door, fidgeting with her hands in her lap before she calls Peter. 

“Come in,” She yells out, focused on the way her thighs spilled out of her stockings due to the position she sat in. She tried not to pay it no mind, knowing that Peter didn’t care how her body looked, but it was hard not to feel particularly focused on every part of herself before they became intimate. She hears his steps pick up behind the door and feels her heart picking up at the doorknob turning. 

He comes in, staring at her with his lips being chewed between his lips. He silently huffed in surprise and a blush crept up his cheeks. She still avoids holding his gaze for too long, hoping he’d find the gesture sexy enough. She continues to be fidgety with the thin material of her set, looking at him with her eyes glassy and doe eyed. 

Peter strolls along his bed, loosening the buttons of his shirt. He sticks his tongue out licking his bottom lip, still not saying a thing. She looks up to see his eyes darken when his lips curl into a smile and feels her confidence rushing back, knowing he probably wanted nothing more than to take her right there. She sits up straighter, her chest on full display before she breaks the silence. 

“Happy birthday Peter,” She speaks with her hands planted on her knees. 

He gets on the bed, ready to pounce on her to her delight. “I think this will be my favorite gift yet,” He mutters while she leans back, elbows falling on his pillows. Peter attacks her with kisses, trailing down to her chest as he cups her breasts through the bralette.

“Yeah?” She asks, struggling to hide the excitement in her voice as he showers her in affection. She gasps out as she feels the wetness of his mouth devouring her nipple through the bra, feeling his tongue roll along her breast. Peter removes his mouth from her nipple and nods in between her tits and she can feel his smile when he does before she even looks down to see his eyes staring her down. 

She averts eye contact, closing her eyes and humming while she wraps her fingers into his hair, tugging at it lightly. 

“Don’t do that,” He quietly demands, much to her confusion. 

“What?” She pouts, furrowing her eyebrows at the absence of his body on hers. She opens her eyes and sees him shaking his head while he readjusts off to the side of the bed to take off his shirt. On a side note, she doesn’t think she’d ever get tired of seeing Peter shirtless, if she had it her way his physique would be in a museum. 

Peter’s answer takes her out of her daydream. “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.” He insists, to which she rolls her eyes to before staring at him. She clenches her thighs closer together at the sight of his body, muscles defined even in the low lighting of the room and his hair tousled (courtesy of her). 

She nods, biting the inside of her cheek, still captivated by the sight of him. Oppositely, Peter focused on the way her heart beat was picking up as he unbuckled his pants. While he pulls his pants down, he watches the way she crosses her foot behind her leg, shifting her weight on one arm to inch closer to the side of the bed he’s standing by. 

“That’s my girl,” He says smugly, making her thighs clench together again. She positions herself on all fours now, fingertips teasing the waistband of Peter’s boxers while you palm her erection through the fabric. She smirks as she feels his cock twitching at her touch, gripping tighter around him as she feels his veins through the material. He covers her hands mid stroke and gently gestures to her to stop, to her frustration. He half-smiles. 

“I think you’ve done enough today,” He playfully scolds, before kneeling on the bed, making her back away. She’s back to her original position on her knees, still sitting up to meet Peter on eye level. She shakes her head, laying back down in the pillows in defeat, knowing what he wanted to do. She knocks her knees together while flat on her back and feet planted in the bed. Peter maneuvers himself to separate her legs with himself, aiming his face to attack her heat. 

Then, Peter thinks better of it. “I wanna try something,” He declares. She starts to speak but he picks her up by the waist, replacing her previous position with himself. She finds herself with her legs on either side of his waist before she can think better of it. He’s now beneath her, smirking at her confusion before she asks. “What is it?”

“Sit on my face,” Peter says nonchalantly, almost shrugging as he plays with the straps connecting her stockings to the garter. She lets go of a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in and barely sets her weight on top of him, very hesitant about his request. Peter is trying to read her face and pouts slightly when he senses her discomfort. 

“What if I hurt you?” She seriously asks. Peter laughs a little too hard, causing her to fall forward to hide her face in his neck.

“Stop it, ‘m serious,” She mumbles against his skin when she feels his chest heaving slow down. Peter runs his hands along her spine, one eventually resting on her ass cheek to cup and squeeze it. She plants her hands on his pecs before raising herself from her previous position to face him again. She sees him grinning, still amused by her previous question to which she rolls her eyes at. 

“I know you are,” Peter lightly smacks her ass causing her to moan, mindlessly grinding on his lower abs. 

“But think about it as my final birthday gift, yeah?” Peter’s face lights up at the suggestion as she can feel him practically clawing at her backside, excited to readjust himself to place his mouth to her wet cunt once she says yes. 

“You won’t hurt me,” He adds seriously. She knew realistically she wouldn’t (or couldn’t), but there was a bit of self consciousness making her too afraid to put her entire weight on his face. The same fear that she had when she originally started sleeping with him and hated being on top for the same reason, until he displayed his insane strength and started slamming her own hips onto his. 

“Okay, yes.” She nods and exasperates jokingly before Peter quickly worms his way down his bed to position himself right underneath her slit. 

Her thighs were on either side of Peter’s head, he acknowledges this by peppering them in kisses, making her drip in anticipation. He wraps the back of her knees with his own arms, hands firmly grasping her hips before letting her put her weight onto him. 

“My pretty girl,” He murmurs underneath her, lips lightly grazing the fabric that separated her wetness from him. “Gorgeous body too,” He adds before giving her a much stronger smack on her ass, making her yelp out and lean forward in pleasure. 

Peter moves her panties to the side, finally lowering her body onto his mouth and forces her to rest her weight on his face. He savors her, licking long stripes on her slit making her squirm on top of him from under the amount of pressure he put on her sensitivity. She felt like her thighs were going to crush his head and attempted to not squeeze any further but he noticed this, shaking his head before he interrupted to speak. 

“What did I tell you?” He says, a deeper, domineering voice sending sharp vibrations through her body. 

She whimpers as an answer. Peter doesn’t like this. He slaps her ass again making her yell once again, unconsciously clenching Peter’s head around her thighs and he forces her to hold this position. She feels his mouth go to work on her as she mindlessly grinded against his tongue. 

She ruts onto his mouth from the strength Peter was displaying by not only holding her up, but squeezing her skin so hard she’d be sure to feel the bruises the next morning. Peter’s enjoyment could be heard through the room by the way he slurped down her wetness. He readjusts one of his hands to the front to play with her clit during, making her legs shake on top of him. 

She eventually stops fighting it and squeezes around Peter, only encouraging him further by as he applies pressure onto her cunt with his tongue and her clit with his thumb, She leans down grabbing his hair for some, any leverage as the sensation felt like she was about to see stars. She begins panting, begging Peter to relax. 

“Peter please slow down,” She cries, wanting to lift off but Peter refuses, keeping her on at the same amount of pressure. He only holds her tighter, shaking his head in between her thighs while his tongue thrusted further in her folds. He only let her lift off briefly, before bringing her back down to suck on her clit, slowly at her request. 

This bastard, she thought, but all that came out was a moan that could barely be heard. Her soft stomach heaving up and down from the contractions of her orgasm building up. 

She rocked her hips as slowly as she could in his hold, still not wanting to hurt him, but it became harder with the way his tongue skillfully rolls along her nub. He playfully grazes it along his teeth making her cry out louder. 

“Fuck,” is only one of the obscenities that was strewn along with his name. She removes her hands from his head, and moves to the headboard in front of them, and starts to actively grind against his mouth knowing what he wanted.  

“Faster,” She mutters, making the bed creak beneath her at the pace she was moving. 

Peter briefly pauses on her clit, fully maneuvering the hold he had her under to replace his mouth with his thumb and looks at her from below, grinning with a mouth and chin covered in her wetness. She still whimpers with his touch, feeling like she was going to cum soon off of the rubbing alone. 

“I still gotta prep you baby,” Peter says, making her dizzy. He uses his other hand for the prepping in question and slowly inserts one one of his long, calloused fingers inside of her. Without thinking, she reached down with one hand to spread her lips wider for his insertion, making him chuckle at her desperation. 

“My needy girl, want me to fill you up that bad?” Peter teases, shining his perfect smile at her. So perfect it only makes her more frantic. He quickens the thrust of his own finger, watching her carefully which makes her shy, but she knows he was gonna spank her if she avoided his eye contact. 

On second thought?

She looks back up, bracing herself for the loud smack that would send tingles right to her cunt. He bites his lower lip before fully removing his one finger and a loud blow is sent to her cheek. She clenches around nothing, leaning even further down with her forehead on the headboard, a loud curse being shouted in his bedroom. 

“Look at me,” Peter says in a much gentler tone than earlier, squeezing her burning flesh before movin one of his hands back to her desperate, dripping cunt. Her back straightens up, meeting his eyes when she looks down and nods, tears brimming her eyelashes from how good it feels, and how badly she wanted him to continue. 

“You want me to stop?” Peter seriously asks. She shakes her head profusely, before verbalizing. 

“I want you to continue Peter.” Her breath was ragged, reaching for his free hand, lacing his fingers with hers before kissing the front of his. He gives her a few more seconds to breathe which she takes to show how eager she was to continue. She sits back up, giving him space to fully readjust inserting his fingers in her, this time two. 

Bouncing up and down on them, she focuses on returning Peter’s intense gaze, finding it hard to compose her expressions. Peter found it hot, jaw practically on the floor while he stared up at her almost losing herself only on his fingers. He starts to curl his fingers inside of her, making her briefly throw her head back, breasts almost falling out of her lingerie. Peter was making a mental note to make that happen sooner or later. 

He soon adds a third finger which makes her hips stutter, a little too full inside of her to fully ride but Peter is determined to make her comfortable. He moves back within her thighs and places his mouth on her clit, holding her backside to make sure she was still able to feel his fingers within her. 

Soon she loosens up enough to continue grinding on his mouth and fingers, but feels herself heaving once again, an orgasm building up in her stomach which inevitable by the way Peter was repeatedly hitting all the right spots. 

“I’m gonna cum,” She gasps. She cuts Peter off by the smug look he has in his eyes and speaks again. 

“And I can’t hold it,” She moans, internally begging him to continue at the pace he was going at. He obliges, pumping in and out of her repeatedly until her orgasm is basically engulfing his fingers back in. She slows down her movements on his fingers, barely able to breathe or form a coherent thought at the moment. 

Peter removes his fingers from her cunt and raises her a few inches higher so he can worm his way back to a sitting position, back against the headboard and her in his lap. She’s already exhausted, trying to wake up from that orgasm because the night had just started and her set was still fully intact. Her head is resting on Peter’s collarbone running her hands against his chest while he holds her closely. 

“Tired?” He jokes. She can hear the smirk on his lips and wants to kick him right there. 

“Mm,” She grumbles. 

She trails down her hand to his boxers, slipping beneath the waistband and her fingers immediately feel the wetness of his precum leaking all over his erection. She playfully gasps in shock before tipping her head back to whisper in his ear. 

“Are you wet?” Her voice sounds as if it’s a scandal, trying to mimic the same teasing tone Peter loves to pull on her. His laugh fills the room, making all the energy from earlier come back to her body. He brings his hand up to her face, staring at her with love. 

“Ready for round two?” He questions, holding her chin in between his fingers to catch her gaze. Her eyes flicker in between his eyes and lips in a half lidded stare of lust. 

“Nuh uh, lay back down and get ready for a taste of your own medicine.” She grins, already getting a strained moan from Peter’s lips as she starts to tug at his cock.