#away from leo and let him be himself i <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[bombuni]

hi hi! what’re ur thoughts on needy mingi? i’m thinking he’s a whiner ^^

ofc he isss he’s a leo he wants all the attention on him<33

- needy! mingi

MDNI

I think Mingi is totally whiny when he’s needy, not letting you step away from him for 5 seconds.

I don’t think he’s necessarily a sub, but he’ll play into it for you and beg if you’re being bratty and not letting him touch you.

“Pretty baby,” he pouts as you swat his hand away for the 3rd time in the past 10 minutes, “why are you being like this?

You scoot away from him, laptop shifting along with you. His frown deepens and his arms cross and you can’t help but giggle because he’s unbearably cute, “I need to focus on work stuff, Min. Can’t have you distracting me,”

His frown is replaced by a playful smirk, leaning into your ear and hovering over you. He likes making you feel small, “‘Cause we both know how distracted you get with me, huh?”

Your typing stops, his breath hot on your cheek stirring something familiar deep inside you. He’s smirking right beside you with a knowing look in his eye. Mingi knows how to play you like a fiddle, unfortunately for you.

You don’t say anything, much to his dismay, and return to typing.

So, Mingi resorts to plan B. If you’re too busy to play with him, he’ll play with you instead. He sits for a moment, letting you believe that you’ve won and defeated him for a few minutes before sliding down the couch and in between your legs.

He bullies his way into you, jostling your laptop and important papers thrown haphazardly. You stop his big hands-which are already halfway through slipping your shorts off of your sides-and stare at him with the most resolve you can muster.

“Min. I have deadlines.”

Because it’s Mingi and because he knows every single one of your weak spots, he stares up at you with pouty lips and his best puppy dog eyes you’ve seen yet.

You don’t want to admit to the gush of wetness that came from just seeing him on his knees and begging for you out loud, so instead of saying anything you help him slip your shorts off.

He giggles, leaning up to kiss the shame off your face. “You’re gonna let me use you?”

He’s not letting you off that easy. Mingi waits for your voice to sound out, all the while sucking on your neck to satiate himself.

You’re too distracted by his possessive lips, so when he hears no answer he runs his big hands up and under your shirt, kneading your tits as if they’re his own personal toys. “Come on, baby, answer me,” he whines out.

He’s desperate to hear your approval, to hear you just as broken as him. He needs you to answer him.

Mingi knows exactly how to make you melt under him, how to make you his over and over again. “Ye-es you can use me, Min,” you breathe out.

He smiles into your neck, giddy at how you’re already putty in his hands. He rewards your answer by sliding a long finger into you. Slowly and languidly, taking his time to tease you and break you some more.

“I’m gonna take care of you, okay, baby? Just let me fuck the shit out of you first,”

You don’t meet your deadlines <3



#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #song mingi #ateez mingi #mingi x reader #mingi smut #mingi fanfic

[faeryarchives]

Stay with me (Leona Kingscholar x GN!Reader)

Summary: You know how your lover, Leona couldn't care less if he lost his belongings - jewelries, clothes or money because he could just replace them all. But one thing he will selfishly keep to himself is you. note: there will be a prequel to this work 👩🏻‍⚖️ + in this imagine all yuu's up to chap 3 are mentioned !! recent fics: more than words & heartslabyul with a furina-like female reader!

It was a known fact to most people that Leona didn't really care for any material value. And you, of all people, couldn't care less if he lost one of his belongings - jewelry, clothes, or even his money because he could replace them all. Living life as the second prince of Sunset Savanna has its perks, but honestly? Leona wouldn't even bat an eye at it because he longed to be recognized and prove that even if he was only the second prince, he was a worthy leader regardless of his method.

Deep down, Leona also loved and craved something - the one he would fight tooth and nail to reach, even if it was out of bounds or everyone saying how it was impossible. That one happened to be you, the standing older siblings to the students living in Ramshackle Dorm, despite having opposite views from each other. 

"Leona, come on. I told Yuuka that I am not staying over Savanaclaw today!" Leona lay down on his side, your back pressed against his chest. Hands gently pried the clingy lion with arms around your waist and his head nuzzling your shoulder. As if his arms weren't enough, his tail wrapped itself around your leg comfortably as the two of you stayed in the comfort of his bed. 

"And Yuuta asked me to taste some of his food later. It's not like I would be gone for a week."

"Denied. He has Herbivore #1 & #2 with him, plus their idiot friends. Stay with me instead."

"What did I deserve to end up with a clingy boyfriend like you?" You grab hold of his cheek and playfully pinched it and instead of getting angry - seeing your brows knitted tightly together and lips puckered in a pout made the lion laugh.

"Didn't you say something else when you confessed to me?" You could feel his chuckle rumbling on your back despite you wearing one of his thick hoodies, and hearing him right next to your ear sent shivers down your spine. "Would you like to remember what you said?"

"... that's embarrassing already." Leaning back into the warmth of his arms, you covered your eyes with his arm from the light of the sunset and sighed. "This isn't fair. You are still holding it against me!"

'it's because I want to hold on to your promise.' While you keep trying to get out of his grasp, your words go in from one ear to another as Leona looks at you, lost in his own world. You two were opposites when you first met, but an invisible magnet pulled you together, and Leona isn't a firm believer of fate.

"... you like me?"

"Ah, if you don't like it. Just pretend this didn't happen."

"No, wait! It's just that ... I know I am less rich or smart than most people here. I can't even use magic, for goodness sake! You are so out of my league. How can I stand next to you?"

"It doesn't matter because I like you because you are you."

"Leo, are you going to let me go now?" By the time he was brought back to reality, you were facing him with a worried expression as you held his cheeks in your hands. Leona felt drawn into your gaze, an irresistible force pulling him closer to the love he'd been seeking all his life.

"Is this okay?"

"It's more than okay. I don't need anything - I just need you, and you can have all of me."

"... don't hesitate to take me away."

"Why are you making me look like an obssessive crush?"

With one swoop, the lion covered both of you under his covers and held you closer to his chest, his chin resting above your head. 

"Nah, the herbivores can take care of themselves. Just stay with me." Everything fell silent after that, and Leona couldn't help but smirk in victory when he felt you relax in his hold - accepting your defeat.

"I hate you."

"I love you too, (Name)."

Leona doesn't care about anything of material value, but he will always care for you, the one who taught him how to love.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst imagines #twst scenarios #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #faeryarchives #twst leona #twisted wonderland reader #twst x reader #twst fluff

[fluffytriceratops]

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 [𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞]

notes: donnie reacting to y/n pulling him in for a kiss by his belt. mikey is next~ i have so many requests to write asdfkjghjhfg. but i'm excited hehe. 

click here to read leo's ver.

click here to read mikey's ver.

click here to read raph's ver.

warnings: mature language, nsfw mentions/sexual themes.

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @s-s-ironnie @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mysticboombox @drowninghell @lec743 @raphielover  @raphslovemuffin80 @squirrelfurs @bibiz82 @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter

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i love you all sm! i hope you have a lovely day/night! i'm sending all the virtual hugs to you!! <3

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- immediately his eyebrows would raise. and he'd glance down at where your hands rested comfortably on his belt.

- he would gulp, taken aback by the move.

- hands raised, as he wouldn't be sure where to put them, too stunned in the moment to think straight.

- he'd be a flustered mess. stammering and continuously flicking his gaze from your face to your lips.

- if you smirked at him, you'd drive him absolutely nuts.

- he would let out a small groan at the feeling of your lips against his own. when you'd pull away, his hands would shoot to you and pull you against him again for more.

- he'd lick his lips after the kiss, voice caught in his throat.

- he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of you.

- you'd tilt your head to the side and look up at him with a flirtatious grin. "what's up, donnie?"

- you'd fake innocence, and he'd see straight through it. causing his grip to tighten on you. and a low churr to escape his chest.

- "you.." he swallowed thickly. "you shouldn't have done that.."

- blinking up at him, you stop yourself from smirking as you replied. "why not?"

- "it's a dangerous game." he'd murmur, bending himself downwards closer to you. eyes continuing to jump from your own to your lips.

- "i like danger." you'd whisper, gripping him tightly, tempting him even further as you swiped your tongue across your lower lip.

- as predicted, donnie watched the movement with a hitch of his breath.

- "you sure?" he hummed, nipping at your jawline and neck.

- your head lolled back, giving him more access.

- you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from moaning. "positive."

- all the while this was happening, he'd back you into a table (if you were in the lab/your room) or the wall.

- his arms would cage you between him, hands planted firmly on the wall or gripping the edge of the table. head tilted towards you as he traveled his mouth up from your exposed collar bone back to your lips.

- in all your haze, you wouldn't even notice your clothes had been removed.

- he'd fuck you into the wall. right where you stood.

- shaky legs, heavy pants and melodic moans would fill the room.

- music to both of your ears.

- and when you were done? he'd take you to a different spot and do it all over again.

- both you and donnie learned to love belt kisses. 

- but now you know it's only something you can do in private, when the others aren't around. because the outcome would definitely scar them~ 

#fluffytriceratops #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt imagine #tmnt oneshot #tmnt headcanons #tmnt headcannons #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donnie #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donatello #tmnt donatello x reader #donatello hamato #tmnt bay donnie #tmnt bay donatello #tmnt bayverse donnie #tmnt bayverse donatello #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt bayverse donnie x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014/ 2016 #tmnt 2014 donnie #tmnt 2016 donnie #tmnt x reader #tmnt donnie headcannons #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fanfiction

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hiiii! How are you hanging?

Warning: periods? Not sure if it’s a warning. If it is or it makes you uncomfortable I am so so sorry it was not my intention

Could you write for Leo Valdez being his s/o’s biggest simp and like acting as heater and heating pad especially when she’s on her period and building her lots of gadgets for basically anything he thinks she may need?

Feel free to skip this obviously!

Sorry again and have a lovely day!

Bye! (Ps I have reade your Nike one for about 20 times now and it still is so fun and amazing! ‘Cant wait for the Hypnos one!)

I'm working on so much rn so this is just a short head canon list that sort of derailed but it was so cute to write. I'm glad you liked the Nike one, and the Hypnos fic was just posted I hope you find it <3

And period talk doesn't make me uncomfortable don't worry I'm fine with writing lots of that kind of stuff I just have like, limits with smut and age gap kind of stuff [I'm also a minor]

This header just gave me like, hot water bottle cover vibes and matched the rest of it too, hope you enjoy!

Hotboy/Hotpack---Leo V x gn reader on their period

»»————-　★　————-««

-No but like he’s literally perfect for the job

-Who else is better at laying down as a weighted blanket and heating himself up to perfect temperature and then just literally fiddling with rubix cubes while you use him as a hot water bottle

-He’d be so happy to as well, like it was the best job in the world [which it is to him, he gets cuddles as well as being a good boyfriend. It’s a win win]. Even if you didn’t ask, he’d catch you microwaving a wheat pack while you take painkillers in the camp kitchen and sneak up behind you and hug you. Or maybe he’d lay across the counter dramatically, 

-‘mi amor are you replacing me? Why would you do this? I love you, and now there's other guys in your life!’

-‘it’s literally a hot water bottle’

-‘No! I must win you back!...Come on let’s go make out-’ 

-Then he’d take the hot water bottle away and smother you in kisses [if you felt like it] and drag you back to your cabin. He’d bring your favorite snacks and steal Pipers Ipad, the one with the hello kitty stickers, and you’d watch movies to pass the time. 

-He’s the type to try those different rubbing points on your stomach to help with cramps [gods his hands are so fine, but that’s besides the point] and even if they didn’t work you’d get a massage out of it <3

-So we’ve all agreed Leo is the little spoon, right? 

-He’d act so tough and macho, spooning you to heat up his hands on your stomach but then you rolled over in your sleep once and woke up to him grinning his head off while you hugged him

-Of course you figured it out and now you’re the big spoon because he’s just so small and cuddly, like a teddy bear [even if he’s a bit boney] and when you get cramps it works even better. He’s like a life sized heat pack pressed against you, and he always holds you hands as well because he’s just like that :D

-He has the softest curly hair when it isn’t covered in sawdust and grease, and when he lays his head on your chest or that little spot between your neck and your shoulder you could just run your hands through it. Or maybe put little plaits in it. He’d love that. Touch is definitely his love language, once he realizes he does deserve it, as well as gifts and acts of service.

-Gifts and acts of service is a subconscious thing for him that he doesn’t even realize he does and likes until he spots the shelf next to your bed filled with all the little things he’s made. Gold or silver jewelry [he quickly figured out which one was favorite through trial and error you didn’t even notice], little metal flowers he’d welded with his fingers, which were literally made with love. There’d be things like lollies and packets of gum he’d realized you liked and promptly bought when he went out, fairy lights he’d made in the shape of hearts, candles with your favorite scents he’d made from when Hazel had a wax-y crafts phase, and more. 

-If you ever gave him something in return, he’d probably cry

-But he knows you love him and he definitely knows he loves you [as well as the rest of CHB lol]

»»————-　★　————-««

#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #leovaldez #Leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x oc #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n #Leo valdez x gender neutral reader #reader on their period #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #but no y/n dw #lol

[sunnitheapollokid]

more leo x daughter of poseidon pls!!!

🐚┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。WHAT A GREEK TRAGEDY!

leo valdez x daughter of poseidon headcanons & bonus blurb for y’all <3

📬 sunni’s notes : you got it artist!!! i’m having so much fun writing these two NSBAHAB like cmon. but can we talk about HOW MUCH I LOVE AND MISS THE BEACH i haven’t seen the beach in like two years it makes me wanna curl up and cry </3 and this fireboy and watergirl thing RAAAHHH also which do you guys prefer as a leo face claim?? because i use benoftheweek alot (also bc hes one of my comfort ytbers) im totally not biased. THIS IS A LITTLE SHORT SO MAYBE ANOTHER PART??? guys i actually need to shut up why is this so long okay have fun with this teehee!! lub u!!

⊹ HERE WE GO LEO BF HCS!!

⊹ since most poseidon kids are from the beach, leo’s from texas, you would kind of see it as a teasing opportunity.

⊹ “how’s my lil cowboy?”

⊹ “i’m going to tape your mouth.”

⊹ even though this, leo wants to show you texas so bad.

⊹ he tells you all the good bbq places, the best rodeos in town, fucking buc-ee’s.

⊹ out of topic but yall i literally have the buc-ee’s easter shirt the hype is real i love that shirt <3

⊹ ACTUALLY,

⊹ leo gets you that exact shirt. for your birthday.

⊹ since it’s the color of seafoam and it matched your eyes, he flew across manhattan and the absolute sea to get that for you for your birthday.

⊹ you chuckled at the beaver at the front of the shirt but you loved the effort regardless.

⊹ if you could, you would wear that shirt to sleep every night.

⊹ it’s canon that leo cooks right?

⊹ good. because he loves cooking for you, not just any food, BLUE FOOD.

⊹ i’m slamming my credit card on the table.

⊹ blue pancakes, blue soup, blue tacos.

⊹ he does it just to see the smile on your face.

⊹ also, whenever he goes on quests, he manages to sneak in goldfish or whale crackers for you when he gets back because they don’t have it back at camp and they remind him of you.

⊹ leo’s on a quest with piper and jason right? they’re fighting monsters yada-yada, and they have to flee. they left their stuff behind but leo goes to grab his backpack and piper just goes,

⊹ “for zues’ sake leo, LEAVE THE BACKPACK!!”

⊹ “HELL NO MY GIRLFRIEND’S SNACKS ARE IN HERE!”

⊹ this goes for seashells too. if the quest happens to come across like a beach, he’ll collect shells for your hair or just to have you decorate in your room.

⊹ this man is so stupid in love with you.

⊹ i like to think that leo makes cute lil sea animals for you out of scrap metal.

⊹ you have a metal whale, an otter, and a jellyfish sitting by your lamp.

⊹ leo calls them your guys’ children.

⊹ you’ll accidentally slip out and cuss, and he’ll have his ears over the animals.

⊹ “don’t say that infront of bubbles baby!”

⊹ the giggle you’d let out.

⊹ gods, he’d be melting.

⊹ anyway, leo would ask percy to teach him surfing.

⊹ he can skate?

⊹ watch him surf too.

bonus blurb — longer showers? ✧˖*°࿐

leo knocked on the girls’ locker room, “she done yet?!” he yelled. piper opened the door, with a scream in leo’s face, “no buttface! go away!” leo groaned, burying his face in his hands as piper slammed the door.

when you’re a daughter of poseidon, who happened to be leo’s girlfriend, you usually take longer showers. like, long showers. showers that can maybe even last the whole day.

and poor leo was suffering by the other side of the door, his girlfriend already spending an hour and a half in the shower.

“i am going to die out here.” leo mumbled to himself. and after waiting another half an hour by the steps and getting weird stares from other campers, (name) stepped out with her hair dry, perfect, and covered in pretty white shells. “oh hey baby.”

leo lifted his head up and, “FINAAALLYY.”

#— sunni adores leo (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡ #sunni does not sleep #sunni takes reqs ✎ᝰ #pjoverse #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #percy jackson headcanon #leo valdez x daughter of poseidon

[gurugirl]

A Good Boy | 3. Overheard

Summary: Leo's out of town and someone finds out about their secret.

Note: This is stepmon!reader x stepson!harry - both are adults in this story but don't read if you don't like it.

Word Count: 14,412

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, inappropriate & forbidden relationship, age gap, cheating, lying

A Good Boy Masterlist

Waking up was easy and slow. Soft morning light filtered in her window when she read the time on the clock at her bedside. 8:15 am. Quite early still but as she yawned and stretched she felt Harry’s chest rise and fall a little harder as he began to wake up.

Leo would already be gone. His flight was at 8 am.

She’d had the good fortune to wake up next to Harry a few times. It was dreamy and gentle. Sexy. Foolish.

She was naked in Harry’s arms as he cracked his eyes open, “Morning,” he smiled and inhaled contentedly.

“Mmm… morning,” she whispered back, adjusting her head so she could look up at him.

Everything around them was quiet. Quiet breaths, quiet shuffling under the sheets, quiet hallway and house.

“He’s gone?”

Y/n nodded, “Should be. His flight was at 8.”

Being tired would never deter Harry from wanting Y/n to do the dirtiest things to him. He wanted her to ruin him. In every way. He was already imagining what it would be like to be with her later in life. Wake up with her each and every morning. Have her for good. But those thoughts were what he wanted to avoid and why he had waited so long to have sex in the first place. Feeling too deeply too soon. He thought that with Y/n being married to his dad it would make it easier but that wasn’t the case. He couldn’t help it. He could see that she needed love and she needed intimacy. She needed him. And he’d give and give and give until she was done. Until she decided there was nothing else for him to offer her. Until his heart was swollen with all the love he had in the world for her and turned away to mend himself alone.

And he wouldn’t say he was in love with her but looking into her eyes and seeing the flecks in her irises and the way her expression held something that felt so tender and loving… well he could certainly see himself going down that rabbit hole with her. Falling in love and making a scene. It’d be messy and the fallout would shatter them. Depending on which way it went. She’d break it off and Harry would go into a deep depression and swear off love and turn bitter. Or Leo would find out and he’d divorce Y/n and cut Harry out of his life. And then she’d wind up resenting Harry and they’d break up anyway because the way they’d gone about it had been all wrong. The secrecy the lies…

“Are you okay, Harry?” Y/n’s calming voice brought him back to the moment. Her hand wandered over his pecs and her sweet eyes stayed on his. Searching. Worried.

“Just… imagining what it’ll be like when you get tired of me.”

She propped herself up to look down at him, “What do you mean? Why are you thinking about that?”

Harry sighed and sat up, pulling at her hands to make sure she didn’t get too far, “Because I can’t see how it could ever work in the long run,” he ran a hand through his hair and shook his head, “I know we never discussed what this was but you’re married. To my father. I understand this is meant to be just a no-strings thing but I just think I’ll end up hurt.”

Yes, Y/n had thought about that too but she hadn’t let herself get too deep into that line of thinking. She didn’t like to think of them parting ways. Not yet anyway.

“Does no good to think like that. We don’t know what the future holds. Right now, though, It’s me and you, Harry. And it’s really good.”

He nodded and looked down over her tummy and her hips, “Yeah.”

He shifted so he could bring himself down her body and pressed his face into her belly button, wrapping his arms around her tight and pushing her back down into the mattress. She didn’t want him to start thinking that way yet. Everything was still so new and so fresh between them.

Running her fingers into his curls she let her nails gently scrape at his scalp. He nuzzled in more, his nose pressing into her skin and his eyes squeezed closed, “I know we don’t know the future but I’m just preparing for the worst.” He spoke into her tummy and then kissed the spot just above her belly button.

“Harry… let’s try and just focus on what’s happening now. Okay? Don’t want you all sad and pouty when we’re meant to be having fun. You’re having fun, right?”

Harry lifted his face and placed his chin over her stomach as he looked up at her, “It’s fun. But I’m not cut out for a no-strings thing. I’m not gonna fare well I’m afraid.”

She didn’t want to hurt him. Ever. She had no plans to stop their little affair at that moment but perhaps she should start thinking about what the future would look like and what was best for him. With her hands still in his thick hair she sighed and then brushed her fingers over his temple, “What should we do then? How should we go about this? Should we call it off now before we get hurt? Before we’re in too deep?”

Harry sat up abruptly and shook his head as he leaned into the headboard and pulled her with him into his chest, “No. God no. I’d rather be hurt and left in the dust as long as I could have you for a little while. Don’t let me go yet. Please.”

Y/n smiled and tilted her head up to look into his eyes, “I’m not. I just want to do what is best. If we continue this then it’ll only get more intense and feelings are bound to grow. But if we quit while we’re ahead-”

“Please don’t. Don’t want to hear it. Pretend like I didn’t say anything, okay? Let’s talk about anything else. I’m just a softy,” he smiled and flattened his palm over her back.

“A softy? Doesn’t feel very soft,” she joked as she pressed her thigh down over his erection with a grin. Y/n was happy to change the subject. She knew they should probably talk about what they were doing at some point but Harry was clearly thinking of other things when she felt how stiff he was against her.

Harry laughed, “That’s never going to be soft around you. Can’t help it.”

“Means he likes me,” she spoke as she pulled herself closer to his mouth before kissing him softly.

“He likes you all right,” Harry chuckled against her lips and then sucked in a sharp breath when her hand wrapped around him.

“I like him too.” Her whispered words were cut off as Harry’s mouth moved against hers with more haste and he deeply inhaled a breath through his nose.

Everything was dizzy and moist and hot. Harry brought his hand down to her bottom and pressed her over him as she spread her thighs to straddle him and have him centered perfectly under her body. Their mouths never stopped moving together and their tongues pressed and licked in desperate need.

“Please,” Harry moaned into her mouth, “Ride me. Fuck yourself on me. Use me.”

Y/n kicked the last bit of sheet down and pressed her knees into the bed as she slid her pussy over his shaft, “Use you?” The slow roll of her hips up and down his cock had him moaning, “What if I want you to use me? Give your cock a nice hole to fuck and come inside…” She pressed her palms over his chest and wet his cock with her arousal, “Someone to come to when you need to get your dick wet. You’ll be a good boy and come to me for that, won’t you?”

Harry nodded and groaned, “Fuck. Only you, Y/n. You’re all I want.”

Their synchronized moans as she grasped his dick and pushed herself down over him sounded in her room. It felt so good being connected to him. Being with him and having his hands on her hips and his eyes on her eyes. It was wrong and it was illicit but how could something so delicious and so intimate be bad ever?

“Fuck. Harry…” She gently rocked herself down, pushing him deeper inside, “Why are you so sweet? Gonna make me fall for you aren’t you?” She knew shouldn’t have said that but the things said just prior laid the groundwork for those sorts of thoughts to surface. Good or bad.

Probably bad.

Unfortunately.

Y/n rocked her hips over Harry and leaned down to lick the inked swallows at his clavicle. The whine that she felt vibrate from his chest as he pressed his fingers into her bottom was heavenly. She loved making him whine and whimper for her. She’d never had a lover that was so into her, so into everything she did. Whimpering could be seen as weak or vulnerable but Harry wasn’t worried about any of that. He was pliable and unguarded with her, yet he was so sure of himself at the same time. She didn’t think she’d ever get over the way they fit together so well and how easily they fell into their roles in bed.

But of course, the icing on the cake was how good of a lover he was. She needed to guide him a little but his enthusiasm and excitement outweighed any lack of experience he had. And his cock was something to be worshipped as well. So long and thick and he got so hard for her. She’d been with six men, seven counting Harry. None of them got as stiff and rigid for her as he did. Perhaps it was his age. Maybe he was just gifted in that department (he was certainly gifted with a nice cock) but her pussy was thriving when he was inside of her. He hit all her spots and then some.

When Harry slid one hand from her bottom up to the back of her neck and pushed her mouth to his she moaned his name and cupped his face as she continued fucking him with her tits pressed to his chest.

He kept his hand at the back of her neck as he licked into her mouth and began fucking up into her slowly, his other hand groping her bottom hard. He felt like his heart would give out he was so enamored and delirious for her. The way her pussy stretched over him and encased him with her creamy arousal, her breath, her skin, her moans… he just wanted to make her happy. Wanted to see her come and smile and laugh and have her attention on him. Wanted to be the one that made her do all those things. The only one.

Soft gasps and breaths, and squelches of wetness, and the sound of lips and tongues moving together filled the room.

The day was just getting started and Harry already had her on his cock. He was drunk on arousal and her. Her. She was what made it so hot. He thought that even if she didn’t want to have sex all day he’d be okay with it. Just to be able to see her smile and be near her would be enough. But she liked having sex with him, which blew his mind. She liked him. And he really liked her.

“Damn, baby…” she whispered over his puffy lips, “your cock is so fucking thick and hard. Can you feel that?”

Harry groaned and nodded, her lips moving against his still as he responded, “I feel it. How you’re wrapped around me so tight. You feel so good.”

Everything felt good. The worry of their future and all the things that surrounded them floated away into the ether when they were joined. Mouths connected, hearts beating together, fingers unable to find enough skin to touch…

“Yess… Mmm… it’s so tight because you’re so big, baby. Need you…” she gasped at his harsh hold on her bottom, the pads of his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he moved her over his shaft.

It was slow and soft and wet. Keeping their mouths together, tongues pressed and slipping along ridges of tastebuds and smooth teeth, chests rising and falling together, lazy but meaningful rocking and bumping and sliding in search of their first orgasm of the day was met with increasingly loud moans, faster movements, sharp inhales, pinched skin, mattress springs bouncing until they were finally met with the forceful and blurry-acute moment of coming together. Mouths paused and wide with gasps and moans and release. Ears ringing and hearts pounding and nipples hard.

Y/n collapsed her full weight over Harry’s chest and he smiled as he caught his breath. It was the first time they’d both come at the same time. Like they were delicately linked and in tune.

Sex with Y/n was heart-piercing. Knifelike into his body. Like she’d carved out a bit of him and fed on it. He’d offer it all to her if he knew he’d survive after.

Their late morning was lazy and spent barely dressed as they ate fruit and yogurt and leftovers from the dinner the night before.

“Let’s skinny dip!” Y/n grinned as she pulled her t-shirt off over her head and tossed it on the floor. She hadn’t been wearing a bra (which Harry had already been painfully aware of) and was only left in her panties as she hurriedly dashed toward the back door to go outside to the pool.

Harry was caught off guard by her sudden playful behavior. He let out a loud laugh as he peeled his own t-shirt off and quickly followed behind her to the pool.

By the time he got outside, he caught an eyeful of Y/n’s nude figure jumping into the deep-end pool.

Looking around the yard he realized there was only one neighbor up the hill and far enough away that it would be unlikely they’d see anything. Unlikely. Not impossible. The yard was well. hidden with a tall privacy wall all around but being in the hills meant some houses were at different heights.

Harry motioned toward the home sat back and a handful of houses away, “Can’t they see right into the yard?” His dimpled grin gave away that he didn’t care all that much.

“Maybe. If they step out to that balcony and hone in on us right here. Don’t worry. I never see anyone in that house. I think it’s like a second home or something.”

Harry was already slipping his boxers off and kicking them aside before jumping in with Y/n.

And as was the norm when their clothes were off they were drawn together like magnets. Her arms were over his shoulders as Harry held her hips and pulled her in close so she had to wrap her legs around his middle. The weightlessness of the water allowed Harry to easily move with her through the water toward the edge of the pool as his hands moved down to her bottom.

“Have you ever had sex in a pool?” Harry asked with a brow raised.

“No, I haven’t.”  

Harry wasn’t sure she’d want to. He’d heard that pool sex wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Pornos made it look so fun and easy but he understood the physics of it. Water, despite being wet, is not a great lubricant. For sex. And getting enough friction and pressure to make the motions necessary was even harder.

Harry squinted his eyes as he looked down at his lover. One side of his mouth quirked up as he pinched her bottom and she yelped.

“Hey!” She laughed and then removed her arms from his shoulders, quickly lowering them to his bottom, and returning the favor with a pinch that was twice as hard.

Harry guffawed and attempted to swat at her bottom but the momentum to get a good spanking in was hindered by the density of the water.

They laughed at the failed motion. Y/n held him tightly as he moved them so his back was at the wall of the pool and she brought her arms between their bodies and put her palms over his chest.

Their laughter began to die and she recognized the way he was looking at her. He was famished. But of course he was. He’d gone all these years without giving in to having sex and now that he was getting it he was addicted. It would be impossible for him to be overfed. He only wanted more as if he was malnourished. And the poor thing, who was she to deny him? A cock like that and a heart of gold.

“Wanna take my pool sex virginity?” Y/n chuckled through her smile.

“Mmm… yeah? Heard pool sex sucked.”

Y/n shrugged and tilted her neck to the side as she kept her gaze on his, “Wouldn’t know. Haven’t ever done it. Can’t know til we try.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

“And you’re already getting so hard for me. Might as well just give it a shot.” Y/n spoke softly as she swayed her hips against his, the water sloshing between their bodies.

Harry’s hands were cupping her bottom to hold her up. He squeezed her cheeks and licked his lips as he moved one hand inward, his long fingers reaching to find her labia and feeling the textural difference between the water and her arousal. He let out a puff of breath at how she was already wet and plunged his middle finger into her hole.

Y/n gripped his shoulder tight. Her eyes rounded and she gasped at the sudden intrusion.

“Yeah. Let’s give it a shot.” Harry spoke lowly as he brushed his lips over hers, “Just want to be good for you. Tell me what you want.”

She moaned and applied a sloppy kiss to his lips before parting to speak, “Finger me like that a little. Add another.”

Harry did as she said. Inserting his pointer and thrusting into her slowly, “Like that?”

“Yes. Yes, god,” she panted her words, “Such a good boy, Harry. Get me nice and opened up for you, baby.”

He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. He loved it when she started to talk that way. He never realized he’d like being called a good boy. Or baby. It had never once occurred to him. But ever since the first time Y/n said it he couldn’t get it out of his head. He loved it. He loved everything she did and said. She scratched all of his itches. His heart and prick had been neglected for too long and she filled in all his spots and soothed all the crevices he didn’t even know existed.

With their mouths connected and Harry’s fingers stuffed deep inside Y/n’s cunt the water dripped and trickled with each movement. The sun was bright in the sky and the sound of passing cars could be heard. And even though the wall surrounding the yard was tall, they were not soundproof. Harry imagined, as Y/n panted and keened in response to his fingers, that if anyone were close enough they’d hear her.

He did his best to keep them steady under the water. Y/n’s tits were bobbing and wiggling from the force of his hand and the buoyancy of the water. Her thighs tightened around him as she leaned back slightly and smoothed her hand down his torso to his cock.

He was warm and swollen. Deliciously hard.

“Want this now,” she breathed as she cupped his tip. “Are you ready?”

Was he ready? He scoffed at the question. Was he ready? The answer was obvious. Harry was a healthy, 21-year-old man with a hard cock and a hot wet woman with her legs wrapped around him asking him if he was ready.

“Yes ma’am,” he answered politely, despite the impolite thoughts going through his mind.

Y/n reached over his shoulders and put her palms on the edge of the pool behind him to lift herself upward for him as he angled his hips toward hers.

Pulling her down over him was warm and satisfying. Still wet and tight but also weightless. The water changed their motions together.

Harry rolled his hips into her and pressed her down until he was in to the hilt. And once he began thrusting into her he realized quickly it was going to be quite the feat. Maybe impossible. But he gave it his all. Harry was nothing if not determined.

It felt good to have him inside of her but her clit would never get attention. Her hands were steadying herself at the edge of the pool and Harry needed both hands to move her up and down his shaft like he was.

The small waves they made broke in small splashes against the wall of the pool behind Harry’s back and between their bodies.

Suddenly Harry turned them so Y/n’s back was to the wall and pulled her legs tighter around him as he kept one arm around her and then brought a hand to slip between them, thumbing at her clit.

“You feel so perfect around me, Y/n. I can come like this but need you to come too. Tell me what you need,” he groaned his words with his cock deep inside of her, pressing into her slippery, tight walls.

“Keep rubbing me like that, Harry. Fuck…” She threw her head back and moaned.

Harry’s thrusts were uncoordinated. He wanted to fuck into her harder and deeper to give her what she needed but the water made it impossible. He was feeling incredible. His cock was being sucked in by her and she clamped down over him each time he rutted upward. He would easily come, as seemed to be the norm for him, but he needed her to come too.

He kissed her neck as he stroked her button and his head spun. He was way too close, knowing she wasn’t quite there yet he was doing his best to hold back. But it was difficult with the way she felt around him, her legs wrapped around his waist, the moans that fell from her mouth, the way the skin of her neck felt under his lips, their wet bodies moving together under the water…

“I’m gonna come. Want you to come, Y/n…” Harry whimpered against her neck.

“It’s okay. Come in me, baby.”

He did not want to come first. Not again.

Suddenly Harry was moving them toward the shallow end of the pool and gripping under her thighs tight as he slowly stepped out of the pool, ascending the steps to the patio and her back hit the sun chair as he hovered over her and drove himself back into her.

“Gonna make you come. Need you to come…” Harry whispered as he began to thrust harshly and she gasped. It was far better out of the pool. The friction, the momentum, the gravity.

Her mouth dropped open and she was rendered silent as he fucked into her with heavy thuds. She was jolted upward each time his hips met hers. The hot drag of his pelvis over her clit each time he rolled into her fed her orgasm little by little.

Harry had one foot planted on the ground and the other leg his knee was dug into the cushion of the chair giving him the perfect leverage to rail her deeply.

She grasped her thighs to hold her legs apart and out slightly bent at the knee, allowing him access to her cunt. Looking down between their bodies his abs were clenching on each plunge and his thick cock was drenched in her. Each time his hips slammed into hers she keened and stretched her neck.

“Need you to come, Y/n. Please. Please come for me…” Harry begged.

Lulling her head back into the cushion she planted her gaze on his and the look on his face was pure sex lined with desperation. His forehead was scrunched as he was holding back from coming too soon and it had her heart throbbing in her chest. This boy was going to ruin her in so many ways.

She tried speaking but her words came out in punches and huffs from his harsh rhythm, “Fuck! Yes… keep… doing that! Mmmm…”

That was a good sign, Harry figured. He bucked into her and squeezed his eyes closed to try and focus his mind on thoughts of school and cold pepperoni and Professor Matthews who had a huge mole on his neck. But her pussy felt phenomenal around him. He could feel her opening up for him on each plunge and the way he was fucking into her made her little moans come out in coughs and gasps.

He looked back down at her and her tits were bouncing from his punishing thrusts and her lips were wide open, revealing her pink tongue. The slick noises of his cock entering her repeatedly and the thud of skin all made everything so much hotter.

The spark that started off tiny the moment he began to fuck her out of the water grew and grew in her tummy. It unfurled and spread and suctioned onto her insides and her thighs and slipped up into her chest and she ached from how deep he reached until it popped and cracked and she was finally coming.

Harry could tell right away when her pussy began to spasm and clamp over him. He thrust and pressed in deep as he moaned her name and began to orgasm into her. He couldn’t hold it back another second when he felt her around him.

His cock pumped into her as his muscled thighs held him in as deep as possible.

Y/n gasped at how his cock throbbed and pushed into her guts, “Holy, shit!”

They laughed after they settled and Harry pulled out to a messy scene. His come dribbled out and onto the sun chair.

“It’s fine. We can remove the cushion covers and wash it,” she was still a little breathless and wobbly as she sat up and scooched to the side so Harry could lie down next to her and give his thighs a break from the intense workout they’d just endured.

Facing each other in silence on the lounge chair Y/n ran her fingers into his hair and he brushed his hands over her hips. She was feeling things she knew she shouldn’t. She pushed it down but knew those things would surface again eventually. It wasn’t good.

They were pulled from their sweet reverie when Y/n’s cell phone rang loudly.

She imagined it was Leo calling her like he said he would but when she lifted the phone up she noticed it was Marla instead, “Hello?

Y/n sat back down on the lounge chair right next to Harry and listened to her friend.

“I don’t think so. Not tonight, Marla. Plus Cyndee wasn’t feeling well­­–“

“We haven’t had girl’s night in weeks!” Marla interrupted, “Cyndee said she’s feeling just fine now. Come on. If you can’t go then there’s no reason for us to go. It’s gotta be all four of us.”

Y/n sighed as she turned and looked at Harry. He was still lying down with his eyes closed. Naked and handsome.

Girl’s night sounded fun but she didn’t want to leave him. Wanted to wrap him up in her arms and lay with him and get into deep conversations with him like they tended to do when they weren’t fucking. Wanted to talk about their hypothetical little vacation together. Wanted to talk about what they’d do together if they didn’t have to hide.

“You three can go. I’m just not up for it tonight. I’m sorry.”

Harry popped an eye open when he heard Y/n say that. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair and caught her eye as he whispered, “You can go if you want. It’s fine.”

She shook her head and frowned at him and mouthed the word NO.

Harry cocked his head and watched her as she continued to speak, “Next week. Okay? I promise.”

She watched Harry with a grin as he smirked at her and shook his head.

But then she sat up straight and her eyes widened, “Well, no but… I’m not ready. I just wanted to lay low tonight. No. Marla… please.” She let out a frustrated sigh and shook her head as she looked at Harry with concern on her face.

“Fuck. Fine. But just so you know Harry’s here right now. So, it’s not just us.”

Harry’s ears perked up again when he heard his name.

“What? No! I was just relaxing. God, Marla. Come on. You know better.”

Harry tilted his head and looked at her in question as she put her finger up to her mouth in warning, pressing the speaker button so he could hear, “I’m teasing but it is a little suspicious. You don’t want to go to girl’s night, Leo’s out of town and his gorgeous, adult son is with you right now. Just saying…”

“Stop. Come over but please don’t tease like that in front of him. He’s a nice boy. It’s not like that.”

Harry frowned as he looked down at Y/n. He wanted to be able to tell everyone what was going on. He wouldn’t but he wished he could.

When Y/n hung up she pulled at Harry’s hands and shifted to face him, “Girls are coming over. They’ll be here in an hour. I’m sorry. I wanted to just chill with you but…”

“It’s fine, Y/n. I won’t get in the way.”

Shaking her head she cupped his jaw, “Get in the way all you want. The girls like you. Won’t be able to kiss you in front of them or anything, but… no need to hide away in your room. We’ll probably swim and drink and they’ll crash here tonight. But just have fun with us.”

Harry’s smile widened and he pulled at her hips, “As long as I can sleep next to you I’ll be a happy camper.”

“Oh. You just want to sleep next to me? Nothing more?” She grinned.

“You know I would happily do anything you wanted, Y/n. But all I want is to be next to you. At the least. Is that okay?”

It was more than okay. They could sneak to bed together. His or hers. Didn’t matter.

When the girls arrived, all piled into Gina’s Volkswagon Y/n ran out to greet them. She’d cleaned up and gotten herself dressed while Harry finished up some homework.

Harry chugged a glass of water to calm himself before everyone came inside. He heard their voices before he saw them. Marla and Cyndee walked into the kitchen first, both greeting Harry like he was a little boy, “There he is! How are you so adorable?” Cyndee chirped as she leaned against the counter and grinned up at Harry.

He shrugged his shoulders and Y/n walked in with Gina, “Put your stuff away upstairs in whichever guest rooms you want ladies. I’ll put on some music and we can go out to the pool.”

When they’d all gone upstairs Y/n tugged at the t-shirt he’d pulled on before they arrived, “You all right?”

Harry nodded as he put his hands on her hips, “Yes. I’m fine. Guess we should change so we can swim. If you don’t mind me joining.”

“I want you to join. So do they. We’ll have fun.”

It was fun. There was wine and sparkling seltzers and sun and music. And Harry cut up watermelon and strawberries to share.

The girls made it clear how attractive they all found Harry and Cyndee did nothing to hide her sudden interest, “I didn’t realize he had tattoos all over like that. Does Leo have them too?”

Y/n snorted as she splashed her feet into the water. She had pulled herself out of the pool to sit at the edge as she watched Harry blush and try to ignore the way he was being ogled.

“Tattoos aren’t hereditary you know,” she teased, “but Leo does has a few. Not as many, though.” Y/n answered honestly.

“God. He’s so attractive. No wonder you didn’t want to leave him for Murphy’s.”

Y/n shoved at Cyndee, sending her floating backward into the water a bit. She drifted her way toward Harry as Gina sat down next to Y/n, putting her legs into the pool.

“Work has been fucked lately,” Gina spoke as she leaned in close to Y/n, “I hate my boss. If he pisses me off one more time I’m going…” Gina continued speaking as Y/n zoned out in favor of watching the way Cyndee flirted with Harry. Her hands in his hair and laughter falling from her chest loudly. Harry’s grin was shy as he looked up at Y/n quickly, almost as if to check in with her.

“Let’s dance! Come on, Harry! Show me your moves, baby!” Cyndee pulled at his arm and began walking toward the shallow end of the pool to bring him out. Harry followed and laughed as he shook his head. Cyndee led him to the tiled space around the pool and began to dance a little to the music. Harry’s appeared to be a bit embarrassed but he was a good sport as he lifted his arms and started to move to the rhythm at Cyndee’s urging.

“And then Tony went and told him that I got off early last Friday and I was like…” Gina continued speaking about work as Y/n nodded.

Cyndee reached up and put her hand over Harry’s pec and moved with him as she swung her hair around and laughed, “Like this,” she said as she pulled at his arm and placed his hand on her hip. Y/n sat up straight and cinched her brows together. She knew there was nothing to worry about but Cyndee was a big flirt. And she was hot. And Y/n didn’t enjoy the way Harry was looking down at her friend as he kept his hand at her hip.

Marla pulled herself out of the pool and sat on Y/n’s other side and began talking to Gina about her work. She was glad she didn't have to sit and listen and pay too much attention now that Marla was there.

The scene was pretty innocent at first. Cyndee was just having fun and Harry was getting into it slowly, though he continued to look over at Y/n occasionally.

When Cyndee lowered her hand down over the big butterfly tattoo she suddenly pulled him down and spoke something into his ear quietly. Harry’s eyes widened for a second and then he darted his gaze to Y/n before responding quietly to Cyndee.

Harry stood up to his full height to put distance between Cyndee’s mouth and his ear as they continued swaying. Cyndee turned to look at Y/n and grinned, “Of course, he’s got a girlfriend,” then she looked back up at Harry, putting her hand back over his chest, “But she’s not here now. Ever been with someone a little older?”

Y/n stood up quickly and walked toward them, feeling like she needed to intervene, “Leave him alone, Cyndee. He’s my stepson,” she gestured toward Harry and feigned composure.

“He knows I’m just teasing. Right, Harry?” She spoke as she looked at Harry.

He nodded and smiled as he looked at Y/n, but his eyes told her something more. He wasn’t going to call Cyndee out in front of everyone but she could see that Harry wanted to say more to her.

Y/n ordered pizza and salads as the sun went down and everyone sat on the lounge chairs near the pool. Harry shared the lounge chair with Y/n (the one they’d had sex on just hours earlier) and the music continued to play. Gina was still talking about her job and Marla was refilling her glass of wine as she plopped on the chair closest to the one Y/n and Harry were seated on. Cyndee was happily munching on pizza.

“Bet you eat pizza a lot don’t you, Harry?” Marla asked as she took a bite of her slice.

Harry nodded and laughed quietly, “Yeah I guess. Typical college food. I like nice meals, too, though. Some of my friends are pretty snobby.”

“I bet they are. All your friends are probably rich with Daddy’s money like you, huh?” Cyndee laughed as she spoke.

Harry’s smile fell from his face as he chewed his bite.

“Harry’s a very responsible young man. He’s never once acted like a spoiled brat just because his dad has money.” Y/n chimed in as she kept her eyes on Harry. She didn’t want anyone to think he was spoiled or rude. Harry had access to his dad’s money, but he was kind and genuine.

He smiled at Y/n as he swallowed his bite, “Mmm…” he looked at Cyndee, “Most of my friends are at school on scholarship or worked hard for what they have. So no. I wouldn’t say they’re rich with their parent’s money.”

Cyndee nodded and Y/n could tell that she regretted what she’d said. She was good at putting her foot in her mouth at times.

Harry reached out a hand and stopped short of touching Y/n’s knee with the tips of his fingers, “Can I talk to you? Just inside real quick.”

Y/n followed Harry into the back of the house and they entered the hallway next to the kitchen. Harry kept his voice down as he spoke and placed his hand on the wall next to Y/n’s shoulder, “I know she’s just flirting and being funny but she did mention that she saw how I was looking at you. I guess I wasn’t being careful but she brought it up twice. I just wanted you to know. I’m trying so hard to be good.” He licked his lips and used his free hand to pluck at the spandex of her bikini bottom at her hip, “It’s really hard.”

Y/n smoothed her hands up his chest and pulled him down to kiss. She’d been wanting to press her lips onto his for half of the night. Their hot little make-out session was cut short when Y/n begrudgingly peeled herself away from him, “I know. It’s hard for me too. Just be good until everyone’s in bed. Okay?” She cupped his jaw and grinned up at him.

Harry nudged his nose against hers, not wanting her to pull away just yet, feeling her breath against his skin, “Yes, ma’am.”

But everyone didn’t go to bed for what felt like way too long. Marla and Gina continued dancing and Cyndee urged Harry and Y/n into the pool as she uncorked another bottle of wine.

And when Cyndee’s bikini top was peeled off and tossed at Harry as she laughed and raised her arms overhead, “Come on, Y/n! Let’s see those perfect tits! I just know Harry’s dying to see them!”

Of course, at that moment Gina and Marla stopped dancing to gawk at the scene. Y/n felt herself flush and Harry began to back away toward the edge of the pool to put distance between him and the tipsy topless woman.

“No, Cyndee. He’s not dying to see me. Just…” she sighed as she bounced in the water toward Cyndee’s bikini top to hand it back, “put it back on. I don’t need him telling Leo about his stepmom’s horny friends.”

 Normally Cyndee’s antics wouldn’t have Y/n so bothered. But when it directly involved Harry in this way she couldn’t let it continue. She felt she had a duty to protect him in some way.

“Fiiine!” Cyndee spoke loudly. Everyone could see she was a bit drunk, “Sorry, Harry. Just a horny friend here. But you want to see Y/n’s tits. I can tell. She’s hot, isn’t she? Body like that.”

“Stop it, Cyndee!” Y/n spoke clearly, “I think it’s time for us to go inside.”

When the music was shut off and everyone was wrapped in towels inside (and Cyndee’s top was back on) Y/n brought out a pitcher of water for everyone to drink and packed the leftover pizza away into the fridge.

“Cyndee is really having a time teasing Harry isn’t she?” Gina spoke as they walked from the kitchen to the living room.

Y/n nodded, “She’s a little drunk. I know she’s just having fun.”

Gina grasped Y/n’s elbow to stop her movements, “But she’s not wrong about the way Harry’s looking at you. Be careful. I know nothing would ever happen but that boy’s got puppy dog eyes that are following you around any time you make a move. Even now. Look.”

Y/n looked from Gina into the living room where Harry was seated in the corner and his eyes were already on hers. He was shit at hiding his feelings. This was going to be a lot harder to keep secret than they originally thought.

“Uh… water?” Y/n spoke as she pulled herself from Gina’s grip. She wasn’t even going to address what was said. It was best to pretend she hadn’t heard it, “I’ve got juice too if you want.” She placed the pitcher down on the coffee table and smiled innocently at everyone.

But she was far from innocent. She was a terrible person who’d taken her stepson’s virginity and had him in her bed all morning with his cock inside of her cunt. She was far from innocent when she couldn’t stop imagining what she was going to do to him the moment the door was closed and locked and her friends were in their prospective rooms for the night. Far from innocent when her stepson was the only person she wanted to share her bed with.

Her tummy swirled with arousal just looking at him. And every time their eyes met it was as if they were having an entire conversation in silence amongst her friends. His longing looks, almost as if to say please, and her heated gaze that dined on his want on his sweetness.

“So Harry. This girlfriend... What’s she doing tonight? Why aren’t you hanging out with her? When I was your age I never wanted to be away from my boyfriend.” Marla pried.

Harry looked at Y/n softly and all he could think to himself was that she was his girlfriend, even though she wasn’t and never would be. He turned his head and looked to Marla, “Uh… she was busy. So I came here to just chill. Swim a bit.” He shrugged as he sipped his water.

“And check out hot stepmom,” Cyndee laughed and then slapped her palm over her mouth, “Sorry. Sorry.”

Y/n sighed and rolled her eyes, “You should be sorry. You’re embarrassing him.”

Harry laughed and shook his head, “Nah. It’s fine. I’m not embarrassed. I know she’s just joking.”

But she wasn’t joking. Cyndee had seen Harry watching Y/n. Had seen how he would follow her every move. Would pay close attention as she spoke and how he barely even glanced at any of the other ladies. And they were all pretty, especially dawning bikinis. Especially with the way Cyndee had been flirting with him. Harry hardly responded to her teases, though. Instead, he kept finding Y/n and looking at her for permission or to check-in. Kind of like what lovers do when they’re in a crowded room talking to other people and glancing at one another knowingly. But what really had Cyndee thinking there was more there was when she watched Harry put his hand on the back of Y/n’s thigh when no one was paying attention and the way that Y/n casually turned and looked up at him as if the touch had been welcomed. As if he'd touched her in that way before. It wasn’t much. It might have been nothing. But Cyndee was observant. Annoying sure. Tipsy definitely. But certainly observant.

When the ladies had tucked themselves away in their rooms and Y/n had brushed her teeth and pulled on her tank top and night shorts she shut her bedroom door behind her before quietly making her way to Harry’s room.

One knock on the door signaled her arrival and Harry opened up and pulled her inside with a broad grin and adorable dimples.

They acted as if they hadn’t seen one another in weeks, yet they’d been together all day. The newness and excitement of everything had them desperate for more and more and more.

And it was dangerous and wrong. Risky. There were three other nosy women in the house and here Y/n was urging Harry to stick his cock deeper down her throat as she gagged and coughed.

“Sorry! You okay?” Harry spoke breathlessly, pulling her off of him. He was spread out on his bed with his stepmom between his legs and strings of saliva dripping from her lips with watery eyes.

She smiled fondly and nodded, “So good. Love giving you blow jobs, Harry,” she said as she wrapped her palm around his thick shaft and slid it up and down, “Your cock fits so good in my throat.”

Harry breathed out a laugh and shook his head, “You’re straight out of a porno, Y/n. But even better cause you’re actually pretty.”

When he sat up and pulled her by her ankles and tore her shorts down her legs she gasped at the quick position change as he put his mouth over her cunt. She had to keep it down because she knew someone might hear.

Her slick center was licked and kissed on until her moans became too loud to keep down. She sat up and pushed at Harry’s forehead as she panted her words, “We can’t. I’m too loud.”

Harry pouted as he shifted and sat up. His cock was still hard and leaking as he hadn’t come yet. Neither of them had. They were both on edge. Dripping, aching, throbbing.

“What do you mean?”

Y/n grinned and lifted her hand to his face, “So sweet. Don’t worry. We can still come. Just… I’m too loud if my mouth isn’t covered. You’re much better at keeping the volume down than I am. Gonna lay flat on my tummy and have you push my face into the blankets to keep me quiet. And then we can both get what we want.”

Harry blinked and cinched his brows together, “I don’t want to hurt you, though. That doesn’t sound comfortable.”

“You won’t hurt me. Just want you to fuck me into the mattress so we can both come. If you prefer you can just put your hand over my mouth when I start getting too loud instead.”

Harry grinned and let his palms travel from her hips up to her soft breasts and leaned in to kiss her nipples. The kiss turned into him pulling at her buds and nipping the slightest before sucking them into his mouth.

She moaned softly and put her hands into his hair. He had been giving her tits a lot of attention. She loved it.

They both shifted on the bed as Harry dug his face in closer and looked up at her with her nipple in his mouth. Lewd.

“Oooh, baby. That’s enough for now. I’m aching for you.” She whispered as Harry sat up and replaced his mouth with his hands at her breasts, “Now, be a good boy and fuck me into the mattress like I told you to.”

Harry’s smirk was mischievous as he gripped her hips and flipped her to her tummy. A squeal fell from her lips as she bounced over his comforter and laughed.

“Yes ma’am. I’ll get right to it.” He spoke into her ear as he positioned himself over her.

First, she felt his hands on her bottom, spreading her for his access, and then she felt his warm cock fitting through her folds before he nudged his smooth, swollen mushroom tip into her cunt slowly.

She gasped and turned her face into his blankets and reached back so she could pull at her cheeks for him.

Harry’s thighs were spread, caging her in as her own thighs were pushed together between his. It was tight and he had to work himself in with a bit of force to bottom out. But once he got going the bed was bouncing from his effortful momentum.

He did his best to keep quiet. He panted and let out small groans as Y/n moaned and cooed into the bed with muffled restraint.

“Fuck, m’gonna come!” Harry stopped driving into her, stilling his hips for a moment as Y/n let go of one side of her bottom and brought her hand underneath herself to finger her wet clit.

She turned her head and spoke in a whisper, “Come inside of me, baby. I’m gonna come too. I’m right there. Cover my mouth.”

Harry leaned over her and gently placed his big palm over her lips with his thumb cradling her cheekbone. She was already shaking and her hips were stuttering as she rubbed her clit with perfect pressure. The shift in position with Harry leaning over her stuffed him deeper yet and she felt his cock poking through her walls, pushing her apart from the insides.

Harry groaned when he felt her tighten around him and he gasped as his own orgasm began to pour out of him. Suddenly he was crashing his hips into hers with a punishing methodic thud and his bed creaked and bounced under them. Harry bit his lip to keep quiet but the sound of wet skin smacking and sticking and deep breaths and palm-muffled screeches from Y/n was anything but quiet in the sleepy, silent house.

But at least they both got to come.

When the bed stilled and their breaths calmed he finally pulled himself out of her and grasped her bottom to watch his warm sperm slowly ooze from her cunt. Shiny and slippery and scandalous. And that was just part of the fun of it all. The scandal. The secrecy.

He kissed her bottom and then licked upward from her weepy hole to her anus and she laughed, “You’re so debauched Harry,” she whispered as they both slowly got up to use his bathroom and clean themselves before finally wrapping themselves up in one another falling asleep.

When Y/n woke up just as the sun began to peek over the horizon she kissed Harry’s jaw and whispered, “I have to go back to my bed, Harry.” She let her hand drag over his chest as he slowly stirred and adjusted his head into the pillow so he could see her.

“Mmm… Don’t leave yet. Stay just a little longer. Please?” He lazily wrapped his arms around her and sighed, “Need you.”

Y/n pressed her face into his neck and felt his warmth take over her insides. She had been so long without those butterflies, that feeling of being wanted, that feeling of wanting. She didn’t want to leave his bed. Leave his arms. But Marla was an early riser and Cyndee and Gina had been on to them. She couldn’t risk it.

“Harry…” she spoke softly and pressed her lips to his neck, “I have to. They’ll be leaving together in a few hours and we’ll have the whole day together. Just you and me. I promise.”

He reluctantly loosened his arms as she slid out of his bed and tiptoed her way back to her room.

But as she turned the corner toward her room she realized her bedroom door was open. Stopping short she looked down over her body. She was wearing night shorts and a tank top with no bra. Bare feet. Everything appeared normal but the problem was she hadn’t been in her room all night and if her door was open that meant that either someone was in there or someone had been in there and noticed her absence.

Peeking around the door frame she jumped back when she realized Marla was there. Lying on her bed. Marla looked to be asleep but she couldn’t be sure. She stepped back and leaned into the wall next to the door and took a deep breath. Perhaps she could just go downstairs and say she’d slept on the couch. Yes. That’s what she’d do. Quickly moving past the doorway so she wouldn’t get spotted she heard Marla call her name.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!

“Y/n. I know you heard me. Come here please.” It sounded like the voice of her mother about to scold her.

Closing her eyes, she stepped backward and into the doorway. She’d been caught. Maybe. Probably. Certainly.

“Come sit down,” Marla patted the bed as Y/n opened her eyes and looked at her best friend in shame. Regret. “Sit, please. I’m not going to say anything to anyone. You know I won’t. I just think we should talk.”

Closing the door before padding her way slowly across the room toward Marla she felt like she was about to explode with embarrassment. Shame. She knew that look on Marla’s face. It was like pity but soaked with love and understanding. Marla was her best friend for a reason after all.

“I don’t know what to say,” she sat down and looked at her fingers as she began, “But… yeah I don’t know.”

Marla took Y/n’s hand, “You and Harry, then. How did that happen?”

Looking at her friend she shrugged and shook her head, “I don’t know. We both found each other attractive and… I don’t know. It just happened.”

Nodding, Marla spoke quietly, “And you’re lonely. I’ve seen that for a while. But… Harry?”

“Yeah, I know. It’s bad. I resisted. I turned him down and then he got drunk— you know that night at his birthday party, and he came to my room. It’s a long story but the following morning Leo was gone and it was just me and Harry and it felt good to be with him. Felt really good. He’s… I like him a lot. And it’s such a bad idea. I know.”

“Yes. It’s a bad idea. I mean, it’s just something for fun, right?” Marla squeezed her hand, “I know you’re allowed to sleep with other people but this? If Leo found out he’d flip out. Yeah?”

Y/n nodded and looked down at her lap, “He would divorce me I’m sure. It would be terrible. And poor Harry too,” she glanced at Marla and squished her brows together, “How did… how did you know? You just assumed because I wasn’t in here?”

Marla huffed a small breath from her nose and shook her head, “I heard. Thought he was listening to porn quietly at first and… I’m so fucking nosy, I’m sorry for that, but I couldn’t help myself when I walked to his door and listened closer. I knew what was going on in there wasn’t just porn playing on a laptop. So I went to your room,” Marla paused and looked at Y/n with sorrowful eyes, “I had a feeling it was you in there. I just… had this… gut feeling. I didn’t think he'd go for Cyndee and Gina’s, well Gina, so I knew it wasn’t her.”

The realization was sobering. Her best friend knew it was her before she even really knew. Was it a character flaw? How had she been so careless, “You knew? But why?”

“Because I see things, Y/n. You danced with him on our last girl’s night and that was not the kind of dancing a stepmom and a stepson do together. How long has this been going on anyway?”

Y/n nodded, “Like I said. The night of his birthday party was kind of when it started. Well, the morning after technically. The night at the bar was when I started to look at him differently. He kissed me in my room the day of his party and I rejected him but then… anyway,” she sighed and let go of Marla’s hand to put her face in her palms. It was a disaster.

Her best friend’s hand rubbed up and down her back, “Look. I’m here for you. I’m not gonna say anything to anyone but you can talk to me. I’ll tell you the honest truth but I’m not going to rat you out or hate you for this.”

It felt good to say something to someone. Though she hadn’t intended on anyone ever learning of her secret, she’d been too careless with three perceptive women in the house. Women were far more observant and cunning than men. Leo would probably never think to notice anything between Harry and Y/n. She hoped.

And what was meant to be a very easy affair to hide was suddenly an affair that a third person knew about. Y/n trusted Marla completely but now she needed to tell Harry that she knew too. And if Y/n had someone to confide in and talk to she knew Harry would probably want one too. That was only fair. But that was dangerous. Letting more people in on their little secret.

When the girls left a couple of hours after Marla confronted Y/n, Harry was sitting at the kitchen island with a mug of coffee looking at his laptop. He’d noticed the way Marla was acting. He picked up on something but he wasn’t sure what it was.

“Everything okay with them?” He asked as Y/n sat next to him with her own mug of coffee.

“What do you mean?”

Harry shrugged, “Marla was… extra… I don’t know. Just something seemed a little different about how she treated me.”

Y/n nodded and took a breath as she blinked her eyes and looked into her porcelain mug, “She knows.”

Harry’s body language suddenly tightened as he turned his neck abruptly and grasped Y/n’s knee, “What? What do you mean? Did you tell her?”

Looking up at the handsome boy she shook her head and put her hand over his, “She heard us, Harry. We weren’t careful and she overheard and went to my room and… well so she asked me this morning and how could I lie about it? I’m sorry.”

Harry wasn’t sorry. He was of two minds about the affair. The part at the forefront was that he wanted to keep everything on the down low so he could continue being with Y/n for as long as possible. But the other part, that was nearly beginning to flank the one at the forefront, was that if people did find out then slowly and eventually his dad would, and then he’d divorce Y/n and Harry would be there for her and they could finally be together happily and openly. He knew in the second scenario that it wouldn’t be that simple but at least in the end of that fantasy he got to have her. So was it so bad that someone knew? Harry didn’t think it was.

Harry pulled at her hand and linked his fingers between hers as he looked at her and spoke, “Don’t be sorry. We can trust Marla. Right? And besides it probably is good to have someone to tell.”

Y/n nodded, “Yeah. I guess. And I’d understand if you wanted to confide in someone other than me. That’s what’s fair.”

Nodding his head he lifted her knuckles to his soft lips and kissed each one, keeping his fingers weaved in between hers, “We’ll see. Are you okay?”

She appreciated how thoughtful he was. How sweet.

“I’m okay. It was just a shock when she confronted me. I think we’re okay. But we just have to be really careful. Like… if someone’s in the house at all we can’t —”

“That’s fine. I’m okay with that. We’ll be careful,” Harry assured her as he grinned and released her hand, pulling at her hips to spin her on the stool to face him, “We’re fine.”

Y/n wasn’t sure how he did it. How he could make her feel so secure and content. She found it wild that she found comfort in the arms of a 21-year-old man. A college boy. But he was convincing and confident and that bled out onto her own psyche. She nodded and smiled, “We’re fine.”

They made breakfast together in the kitchen. It wasn’t anything elaborate. Eggs with biscuits and fruit and more coffee. Harry was mostly useless in the kitchen. He chopped fruit and turned on the oven and made another pot of coffee. But it was still nice having his company. Despite how distracting he was.

“I’m going to burn the eggs!” Y/n giggled as Harry stuffed his face into her neck, his scruff scratching her skin and he laughed with her, his arms around her front as he stood behind her, chest pressed into her back. She couldn’t be mad at him. He was playful and couldn’t keep his hands off of her but she loved it. She loved little moments like this in all her past relationships. She didn’t have much of that with Leo.

Her heart only swelled at each passing minute with him. He was too perfect. Except for the few minor details of him being only 21 and that he was her stepson.

“I was thinking about Spring break the other day. And I was invited to come along with you and Dad to Greece. Said I could invite a friend if I wanted. Would that be weird if I came?”

Y/n pursed her lips to the side and took his empty plate as she considered the idea. She knew Harry had been invited, but that was before they’d gotten involved. And now that they were having a secret affair, having him along on the Greece vacation sounded like more of a disaster than a dream. How would they sneak away to see each other? How would Harry feel if Leo wanted to be sweet with Y/n? Usually, vacations with Leo meant that he was a little less stressed and a little more affectionate (a little more). It also meant he wanted to have sex with her more often.

“It would be hard. I think. Like… it’s for two whole weeks and you and I would have to pretend to be normal. How do you feel about it?”

Harry sighed, “That’s what I’ve been thinking about. I’m… trying to figure out if I can handle it. And I know this,” he gestured between them, “is just temporary. But I’d be jealous I think. Seeing you and my dad together. Plus… I don’t even want to go there in my mind but you’ll be in bed with him and not me. I don’t know. It would be weird right?”

Nodding her head she leaned on the island next to where he was seated and pushed the hair from his forehead with her fingers, “I wouldn’t want to make you jealous. Or hurt you. I don’t want that. But it would be nice for you to be there. It’s just too bad the circumstances make this… not ideal. Do you want to come?”

Harry looked at Y/n and frowned as he thought about that question in earnest, “I did. Invited Tyler to come. We’ve already started making plans for it. Sort of. But now… I think I’d just be a depressed mess the whole time. No one would know what was wrong with me except you. I don’t want to drag you down either. I probably shouldn’t go.”

Y/n pushed his legs apart and fit her hips in between them before draping her arms over his shoulder, “I’m leaving that decision up to you. It’s over a month away anyway. There’s still time to think about it.”

He nodded and, “I’ll weigh it out. We’ll see if Tyler can really go or not. He said yes at first but then he was talking about his job and I don’t know. I’ll decide soon.”

“Let’s go shopping. I need to get some groceries and I think it would be nice for us to walk around the plaza a bit. Get some air. Do something other than have sex,” she giggled as Harry pinched the back of her love handles with a grin.

“You want to go out? With me?”

She shrugged, “Why not? LA’s so big it’s unlikely anyone would see us and even if they did there’s nothing wrong with an outing with my stepson is there?”

Harry shook his head and breathed out a laugh through his nostrils, “Guess not. But that means you’ll probably put that stupidly massive ring on your finger that I loathe.”

She’d taken her wedding ring off with Harry around. When the girls came for the night it was still off but her excuse was that she was swimming and didn’t want to lose it in the pool (which was a believable reason).

“Maybe. I don’t know. Think I’ll leave it off actually.”

.           .           .

Getting out of the house with Harry was a needed reprieve. Her mind was swelling with his attention (physical and mental) and the change of scenery was refreshing.

And Y/n was right. They didn’t see anyone they knew. They walked along the streets that took them through the shops and the cafes at The Grove. Harry kept bumping his hip to hers and grazing his fingers along her arm. He didn’t want to do anything too obvious (like hold hands or make out in front of everyone, well, okay he did want to but he couldn’t) just in case there was someone that recognized them. But he did allow himself to subtly flirt with her. Remind her of who she was with. Keep her attention on him.

And that wasn’t a problem. She knew exactly who she was with. She was enjoying his company. A lot. They’d slowly started to get to know one another since they began their lurid tryst and she found him to be very fun and easy to talk to. She’d always liked him before and enjoyed his company, but now she really liked him. Really liked him. And that was a shame.

They stopped at the Diamond Bakery and picked up carby sweets and bread to take home, each getting a big pretzel and coffee in paper cups to go. When Harry ordered his Shappy everything bagel Y/n let out a surprised little laugh. Because that was her order. She always picked up the everything bagel, dry, with a black coffee.

“Are you kidding me? How do you know about the Shappy everything bagel?” She spoke after ordering for herself.

“Everyone knows about it, dummy. You’re not the only person in LA who comes here. This is like legendary Jewish bakery fair at its finest my dear.”

Y/n scoffed, “Yeah, but you’re getting it dry like I do. And most people order the original, not the everything.”

It wasn’t too wild of a coincidence really, but all the tiny coincidences added up. Like that Harry and Y/n both used the same Shu Uemura shampoo and conditioner or that they both had a tattoo of a palm tree on the back of their right arm in very similar spots, and that they both used the same Tom Ford cologne.

None of those coincidences were something to put much weight to on their own. But they kept finding things about one another, preferences really, that were the same.

Sitting down in the park on a bench and eating their bagels and drinking their coffee felt so natural. Normal. They chatted about a movie Y/n had seen with Marla the week earlier and then they got onto the subject of Harry’s friend Jay and Murphy’s Lounge. Which led to them reminiscing about that night.

“I didn’t expect to see you there. Couldn’t believe it when I saw you at the bar. Nearly fell out of my chair,” Harry laughed and ripped a bite off his pretzel.

Y/n leaned back into the bench seat and crossed her leg toward Harry, “You did not almost fall off your chair! I saw you casually nod to me and say something to Jay and then you sauntered over to me and Marla with that smirk you wear so well.” Her eyes glistened as she licked her lips and watched the young man chew the bite he’d just taken, jaw grinding and clenching.

“Smirk? Probably just trying to keep my grin in control. I was happy to see you.” He laughed.

“You surprised me with your hair. I had no idea you’d gotten it cut. Also surprised me you didn’t go enjoy yourself and dance with one of the many girls trying to get your attention,” Y/n swung her leg gently and let her foot tap Harry’s shin as she spoke.

He crumpled up the paper wrapper and stuffed it into the bag when he’d finished his last bite and put his arm along the bench behind Y/n’s back, “Didn’t want to dance with anyone but you.”

Y/n playfully smacked his thigh, “Yeah right.”

Harry kept the grin on his face as he tilted his head looking at her like she was crazy, “What do you mean yeah right? It’s quite obvious I have the hots for you. Or was all the sex not enough of a hint?”

A loud bubble of laughter fell from her lips as she looked up at the man. He was sitting a bit closer to her than they had been when they first sat down and she liked it.

“Okay. Fine. So you had it all planned all along? You were gonna play coy and make me ask you to dance and then start dirty dancing with me on the dance floor in front of dozens of other people?”

Harry looked down at his lap and then back into her eyes as he pulled a bit of the ends of her hair that fell over his hand on the back of the bench, “I had no idea that was going to happen. But I always found you attractive.”

Y/n could feel the way he was tugging at her strands, the action hidden from view of anyone around, and how it pricked softy at the skin at the nape of her neck. That, in turn, sent an icy trickle of heat down her back. Or maybe it was his bright eyes locked on hers. Or both. He was easily the smoothest flirt she’d ever met. It was so smooth because it was so subtle but at the same time, he made it crystal clear what he was doing.

“Yeah? Had no idea. I thought you were cute when I first met you. The long hair, tattoos… Thought you were kind of a bad boy or something before I got to know you.”

Harry chuckled, “Kind of miss the bad boy look. But I’ve never been much for getting into trouble. I’m like, more of a good boy. As you know.” He licked his lips and kept his eyes on her, a straight face.

She felt her cheeks flush and the icy heat down her back started to burn as his fingers grasped a bit more of her hair and his fingertips brushed against her neck.

She’d forgotten about her coffee and her half-finished bagel as her heart began to trollop a little harder. She laughed in disbelief as she watched him slowly crack a grin, “Right? I’m a good boy, aren’t I? S’what you’ve been telling me lately anyway.”

Harry was so close she could smell the coffee on his breath as he spoke. She wanted to lean in and kiss his raspberry-tinted lips just to feel them right then and there. Just a peck. A show of affection. She wanted to pull his hand into her lap and link their fingers and stare at his features in the late afternoon light and then walk with him hand in hand to the farmer's market without worrying that anyone would see or care.

She grinned at him with a nod, “Yes. A very good boy, Harry.”

He could see the heat in her eyes. Could tell that he was working his way under her skin just like she had done to him. “Wish I could kiss you.”

Y/n licked her lips and raised her brows subtly at the suggestion, “So do I.”

Harry’s fingers combed through her hair at the back of her head before returning his fingertips to her neck, nails scraping lightly at her skin. She leaned into his touch and found that she was unable to remove her gaze from his.

“We’re sat too close aren’t we?” He asked, making no attempt to move himself away to a safe distance.

She nodded, “Yeah.”

Instead of moving away, Harry brought his free arm across his body and let his fingertips ghost over her knuckles, “I should definitely scooch away so no one gets any ideas.”

Y/n looked down at her hand and Harry’s and lifted her fingers into his, “Probably,” she spoke quietly as she looked back up at him.

“But what if I didn’t?”

The sound of a child screaming caught their attention and they both turned to watch a little boy run past and into the grass toward a bird. The child’s guardian running after them.

When they both looked back at one another they laughed, “We should go to the farmer’s market before the stalls are all closed up. Can get some veggies and fruit for dinner tonight.”

Harry insisted on carrying all the bags, including Y/n’s purse as they walked back to her car.

“Probably went overboard on the strawberries but they looked so good,” she said, taking one of the bags from him and loading it into her trunk. “We could make smoothies tomorrow. I know we won’t be able to go through all of them before you leave.”

Harry paused for a moment at her words. He realized that their time together was fleeting. He’d be leaving to go back to his dorm tomorrow night or Monday morning, depending on how things played out. Depending on if she was okay that he stayed until Monday.

“Yeah. Smoothies sound good,” he smiled and closed her trunk.

In her car, Harry was free to put his hand on her lap and she was free to fold her fingers in between his. She leaned across the console and kissed him deeply before they drove off, leaving him breathless.

Y/n couldn’t believe this was her life. She couldn’t believe that she was married to a super-rich and influential man and given everything she could want (monetarily) and that she was fucking her husband's son. Couldn’t believe that she was developing deep feelings so fast for a guy in college who was 6 and a half years younger than her. Feelings for her stepson. It was insane. She never would have imagined this for herself.

Yet here she was taking his cock as she was leaned over the kitchen island. She wouldn’t have ever expected to be the type to get so wound up from any man that she couldn’t even put away groceries before she was being fucked.

But that’s just what happened. She opened the door and turned to let Harry in with his arms full of bags. She teased him that he was trying to show off and that he was only doing it to get on her good side.

“Did it work?” He smirked as he placed the bags down on the counter and stood over her, caging her against the island and rubbing his nose against hers.

“Huh?” She’d lost her train of thought almost immediately when he crowded her space and pressed his hips to hers.

He laughed and kisses her jaw, “Did I get on your good side? Made you happy?”

She felt his warm lips on her neck before she could answer and the moment he found her sweet spot she melted completely. He was already catching on to what she liked. What she loved. He knew pressing his lips to her neck at her pulse point and licking over the spot before sucking lightly was like turning on a switch.

Her hands smoothed up the expanse of his back, his wide, strong lats as she stretched her neck out for him, “You make me happy. Yes.” She panted her words.

Harry grinned into her neck as he continued kissing over her soft spot. Making her weaker for him by the second.

“Oh god, Harry…” breathy words turned into a moan as she shifted her hips toward his gently.

And somehow she found herself turned around, bent at the waist, leaned over the marble island with her panties down around her ankles as Harry’s cock was slipping into her cunt deliciously. The way he pulled out to his crown and thrust back in balls deep slowly, over and over again was driving her nuts. To feel his long and thick cock parting her pussy from tip to hilt was unrivaled. She had never been fucked with such enthusiasm ever in her life. Harry was full of enthusiasm and he was thankful to be on the receiving end of it.

She kept her left arm on the countertop to steady herself as she used her right hand to finger her clit.

“Can feel your fingers on my balls, Y/n. Fuck… I’m gonna fill you up so deep, get it all the way in there.” He punctuated his words with each inward plunge as his tip reached into her guts.

“Fuck, yes, Harry! Come inside of me. Wanna milk every drop from you.”

Harry choked out an astonished laugh, “Yeah? Every drop? You’re greedy, aren’t you?”

“Yes...” she groaned. “Greedy for your cock and all your come.”

The sun was going down and they hadn’t bothered to turn on any lights when they stepped into the kitchen so the shadows were beginning to spread into the space slowly as the light from outside seeped away. Their bodies kissing each time Harry pressed in with wet slushy sounds coming from them.

She rested her face into the crook of her left arm. Harry had his right hand gripping the counter as his left stayed at her hip. He was breathing hard at the exertion but his cock was throbbing inside of her.

“Making me so wet, Harry. Your cock is so good. Gonna make me come…” Her words were mumbled into her arm but Harry heard her well and making her come was his goal.

Their bodies thudded together in the golden light of sundown, the shadows hiding their infidelities as they both came. The moment he felt her flutter around him and she moaned loudly, babbling “yes yes yes yes yes…” he drove into her a small handful of times before finally draining his come inside of her guts. He gasped and bent his knees the slightest to hold himself steady as he pressed in, tucking his balls against her.

Leaning over her back he kissed her shoulder blade and then her neck before whispering into her ear, “Get what you wanted?”

Her mind was still loopy and buzzing as she opened her eyes, “What?”

He pressed his chest to her back and kissed her lobe as he gently moved his hips into her, “Said you were greedy for my cock and my come. Just making sure you got what you wanted.” He teased.

A smile that lifted the edges of her mouth took over her face, “Mhmm… So good, Harry. The best actually. You gave me just what I wanted.”

Harry closed his eyes, keeping his lips at her neck. The best actually. He’d take those words with him through the week.

Music and dinner, flirting and more sex. Slower and softer. The TV show they’d been watching was just a placeholder. Background noise.

Y/n straddled him and hung onto his shoulders and fucked him deep inside of her. She barely moved off of him as she shifted and ground herself over him. They went from staring at one another and panting praises and dirty words to wet tongues and lips moving and pressing together.

Harry’s feet were flat on the floor as he held onto her bottom. Spreading his legs a bit to get leverage he began to roll his hips upward into her and she gasped at how deep he felt.

“I’m the best ever? Is that true, Y/n?” He spoke as he watched her face scrunch up in ecstasy, his thighs working hard to keep pace as he fucked into her.

“Yes, you... You’re so good, Harry. Never gonna want anyone else…” She moaned.

“Fuck… That makes me feel so good,” he pushed his mouth to hers as he groaned and basked in how it felt to have Y/n riding him. How good she felt. How much he liked her. “M’never gonna want anyone else either. I’m fucked for you.”

They were speaking in the heat of the moment. Of course, lust had crowded their senses and their sanity. Those things should have never been spoken but it was too late. And even though lust had guided their discretion it was all true. Heat of the moment or not.

“Harry, I’m fucked for you. Need you every day.” She was so close and she knew better. She might have been on the verge of her orgasm but she still knew better. It wasn’t that she was leading him on, because what she said was the truth. But it was more that she shouldn’t say things like that when they couldn’t be.

When their mouths collided again, the connection of their hot centers and wet mouths was all too much. Bodies pressed together, beating, throbbing, shaking, fusing, melting…  

They both came with moans mixing into their mouths, skin slipping together and pulsing pleasure dripping and releasing.

Gasps fell from their chests when they parted from the kiss as their bodies slowly caught air and their brains sobered up. But it was Y/n’s phone ringing that sobered them up even faster. Caught them before they started admitting more reckless things to one another. Things that were dangerous and foolish. Words that couldn’t be taken back.

With Harry still inside of her, she reached to the arm of the couch and plucked her phone up. It was Leo. He hadn’t called her on Friday to check in with her like he said he would, but she’d been a bit too occupied to notice or even care.

“Hi, hon. How’s it going?”

Harry watched her face as Y/n listened to his dad speak, looking at Harry with her pretty eyes.

“Oh, that’s okay. I was busy yesterday anyway. The girls came over here last night instead of us going out. Was really fun.”

The sound of the TV on in the background drowned out anything Harry might have been able to hear from the phone.

“Oh, yeah. Of course. That’s okay. Who did you say it was with?” She shot her gaze toward the front of the living room and then back to Harry, “No. I’m sure I’ve never met her.”

Harry brushed his thumbs over her naked thighs as he kept his attention on her. It felt strange knowing his cock was inside of his stepmother while she was on the phone with his dad.

“Right… Well, it sounds like fun. I’d be happy to go.”

When she got off the phone she slowly leaned forward into Harry, wrapping her arms around his neck and laying her head on his shoulder, “Forgot Valentine’s Day is coming. Leo’s been invited to some party at a woman’s house in Beverly Hills and I’m going too. He said he’s there with her. Heard her voice in the background and that’s when he mentioned the Valentine’s Day party.”

Y/n had thought very little about what Harry said on Thursday night when he overheard Leo on the phone. A small part of her was curious but she was mostly busy being enamored with her stepson. But now that she’d just been on the phone with him and learned that he was in the Hampton’s with a woman that lived nearby in LA was… well it was interesting. A thing to keep in mind. She didn’t know what it meant. He was allowed to do as he pleased with discretion and so was she. If he was starting to have an emotional sort of romance with another woman that could turn into a problem, but then it was also a problem that Y/n was sleeping with his son and quickly finding his company to be her favorite.

“I forgot about it as well. So you’ll be busy with my dad?”

She nodded into his neck, “Yeah,” she lifted her head to look at him as she carded her fingers through the back of his hair, “Honestly, though? Wish I could spend it with you.”

Harry smiled, “Me too. Are you worried at all about this woman?”

Shaking her head she spoke, “No. He can do what he wants. I’m more worried about the next time you and I can have together alone more than anything.”

“You keep saying things that make me think you’re really into me, Y/n.” He grinned with a laugh.

“Well, I kinda am really into you. I don’t think it was my intention at first but… here we are,” she laughed and gestured at their naked bodies, still connected.

Harry softly squeezed a bit of skin at her bottom making her laugh, “So you like me then? Wanna keep me around?”

“Isn’t it obvious how much I like you?” she chuckled and grazed her free hand over his pecs, “What do you think? Wanna stick around? See what happens?”

Harry’s grin deepened causing the dimples on his cheeks to dig into his face, “That was my plan all along. Couldn’t get rid of me even if you wanted to.”

“Oh is that so? You’d just keep crawling back to me?”

“You know I would. M’obsessed. Addicted.” Harry tilted his forehead to hers as he spoke.

“Good. Because I am too.”

4. A Mistake

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[evanhamato]

OK, I have a personal headcannon that the turtles are super tall- like- raph is 10f ish, Donnie 8ft, leo a little shorter, and Mikey is at LEAST 6ft.

So the turtles interacting with the world being tall mf's and as well as their s/o (like throwing them over their shoulder or air jailing them

Bounus points is S/O is short by normal standards.

THIS IS NOT MENT TO BE SMUT. At all. I request wholesome and Mischievous content.

Well wishes: SBF🐍

[ Ankle Biter ]

Future!ROTTMNT x GN!Reader who is short

A/N: i assume you meant the future turts? im so sorry if this is wrong! we're gonna assume the reader is between 5'0 - 5'3! thank you for requesting SBF!! <3

Relationship: Romantic

TW: Fluff, kisses, cuddling, slight panic (?), affectionate teasing.

Future Raph

He adores your short size.

Hug? You get a bear hug regardless of how gentle he is.

Cuddling? No, weighted blanket in the form of a humanoid turtle.

Kisses? He has to bend over or pick you up to do so.

He gets a little anxious in crowds.

Being so tall means you can see everyone so, you'll be easy to spot, right?

No, not when everyone blurs together.

He once lost you at a festival and...

It was not pretty for the other turtles.

Certainly. Not pretty.

Future Leo

One word.

Air jail.

Your crimes are condemned to punishment, being held like a soggy cat for 5 minutes.

You are also an arm extension.

Something (surprisingly) too high to grab?

Fetch it for him.

If you guys are hanging out with shared friends, he ALWAYS has to sweep you of your feet.

Show-off.

That is until you start to rebel.

When you start to rebel, the only thing Leo can do is pray.

Future Donnie

Height doesn't really affect you two.

Kisses are a little harder but, Donnie is flexible.

Plus, carrying all those junkyard scraps beefed him up a little.

Along with training and fighting.

However, he doesn't hesitate to bring up your height in banter.

"I'm not sure how your opinion matters when you still aren't fully grown. Oh wait, you are."

Simply uses his robotic arms to shove you away once he gets your temper going.

Aside from that, he thinks its a convivence that you are short.

He's making something for you? Less materials used compared to his brothers.

He's also more lenient on repairs or replacements when it comes to you for the same reasons.

Future Mikey

Lets be real, if anyone is gonna tease you the most, it's Mikey.

Backtalk? On top of the fridge you go.

"Are you sure you don't need a stool to see? Just making sure."

He is so smug about it.

Growing up the shortest, it's funny to see the tables turn on someone else.

But he makes sure to never go to far, no feelings will be wounded by Dr. Feelings himself.

He really likes you on his shoulders, a simple lean and it's easy to kiss you.

Nicknames. It's always the nicknames.

With the teasing also comes the politeness.

Doors opened for you, stuff moved out the way, he can't have the ankle biter themself getting hurt!

#rise donatello x reader #rise michelangelo x reader #rise raphael x reader #rise leonardo x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise leo x reader #rise mikey x reader #future donnie x reader #future raph x reader #future leo x reader #future mikey x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise tmnt #rise of tmnt #2018 tmnt #tmnt 2018 #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

[noirleo]

confessions pt. 2

(bayverse & reader are all adults <3)

leonardo

leonardo has saved the city of new york—and the world, by association, because what kind of world would be left without his precious city—twice before even entering adulthood. since the age of fifteen he’s saved countless lives and can tell stories that would leave even the most seasoned police officers lying awake at night.

nothing in his repertoire of harrowing life experiences has prepared him for the gut-wrenching experience of catching feelings for his best friend.

leo had been the last of the brothers to trust you after mikey had cheerily, thoughtlessly, brought you unannounced to the lair one night. his decision had led to several hours in the hashi after you’d left, but leo couldn’t stop you from coming back. eventually, reluctant trust transformed into a friendship, easygoing and natural in a way that he didn’t know friendships could be.

when you first met leo, he could count everything he cared about in the world on one hand—his family, his training, and his city, in that order. the world he lived in was small, but it was his. his to understand, to care for and protect. he would never have dreamed of describing himself as lonely until meeting you. how infuriating, then, was your insistence on worming your way into that shadow-hidden world, cracking it wide open and exposing that loneliness to the sunlight of your smile.

so here he was, laying on the floor of his own bedroom, hugging a pillow while you painted gentle brush strokes across his shell.

you’d been begging him to let you paint his shell for ages, promising not to listening to any of mikey’s explicit suggestions of what to paint. after years of experience telling his brother’s ‘no’, he’d thought he was immune to pouting.

evidently not.

“you still awake?” you paused for a moment, looking up from your work to check on him, and received a muffled hum in response from where leo’s face was buried into the crook of his elbow. you were kneeling at his side, one hand on his shell to support your weight as you focused on the task at hand.

for the first several minutes, his entire body had been tensed up. leo was never more aware of his hulking size and strength than when he was next to you. however, he had quickly melted into your touch, hypnotized by the swirling brush strokes and comfortable silence in the room.

how long had he been laying here? seconds, hours, years—leo had no idea, and he didn’t care. nirvana was definitely a real thing, he decided, and he’d found it under your gentle touch against his shell.

“alright, i’m finished,” your voice broke through his thoughts and he lifted his head to look at you. paint bottles and cups of water surrounded where you were kneeling at his side, and were all being whisked away to the side.

“wait, wait, wait, don’t move yet—it still has to dry,” you urged him as he began to lift himself up on his elbows. he huffed in response, letting his face hit the pillow he had been laying on unceremoniously, and side-eyed you.

“i didn’t realize this would be an all-day event, or i would have brought some entertainment,” he mumbled dryly. you laid on the ground next to him, arms folded under the back of your head, and looked over to grin at him. he tried to ignore the crackle of electricity under his skin as your arm grazed his, your faces just inches away from each other.

“i’m pretty sure i’m all the entertainment you need, actually,” you replied cheekily, making him smile and roll his eyes.

his gaze lingered on you just a moment too long. it had taken him ages to slow down his racing heartbeat when you had first begun, and now it threatened to beat out of his chest again as he listened to you begin to delve into your creative thought process, careful not to give away all of the details of your work before he could see it for himself. he watched the corners of your eyes crinkle, the furrow of your brow and the way your fingers traced the air as you always did when you started talking about the things you love. where leo was collected and calculated, you were animated and colorful. all of the best parts of being alive begin and end behind your eyes, he thought to himself.

“i think it should be good now,” you decided, leaning up on one elbow to gingerly touch the paint on his shell before nodding, a look of excitement and nervousness crossing your face as you crouched down and extended your hands. “wanna take a look?”

he accepted, taking your small hands in his, rose to his feet and walked over to the mirror propped up against the wall.

leo stood in awe of the swirl of colors painted across the back of his shell. a city skyline in shades of blues and purples was splashed against a dark sky, and he could make out four small figures standing side by side on a rooftop in familiar colors.

“it’s new york,” he breathed, eyebrow ridges raised as he craned his neck, trying to see it more clearly in the mirror.

“you like it?” you asked in a hopeful voice, swaying in place as one hand tapped your cheek in anticipation.

“it’s fine,” he said finally, earning a smack on his bicep from you. he turned to you, grinning ear to ear. “it’s amazing. you’re amazing. the guys are gonna be so jealous.”

he turned down to look at you, towering over you as you beamed that sunshine smile at the praise. amused, he noticed a splatter of bright blue on your cheek and gently wiped it away with his thumb. had he imagined the scarlet blush of your cheeks as you turned your eyes away from him?

did it matter?

“c’mon, i wanna go show the others,” you decided, turning past him towards his bedroom door. without thinking, his hand shot out of its own volition to grab yours. you froze at the large hand gently holding your wrist, rooting you to the spot.

“wait, just…wait,” leo rasped, immediately ashamed at the edge of desperation creeping into his voice. you turned to face him, brow furrowed slightly in curiosity. that familiar stinging that he felt every time you left the lair bubbled up in his chest. he didn’t want to go back to the others and have to see them crowd around you, begging you to do the same for them. for once, just once, he wanted a moment that he didn’t have to share with his brothers. he wanted something to just be his.

he wanted that something to be you.

he wasn’t thinking properly, he knew it, but he never really was thinking clearly around you.

you began to ask if he was okay, your lips forming around the words, but never made it to the end of the sentence as his hands reached up to your face, cradling you in his hands. your eyes widened a little at the touch, but you made no effort to pull away.

“leo?”

the sound of his name rolled off of your tongue so easily, so effortlessly breaking down his usual barriers of self discipline that dictated his every waking moment, and finally he released himself to his impulses as he leaned down to kiss you.

you tensed up in surprise the moment his lips touched yours, and he pulled away as quickly as it began. his fearful thoughts began to race, screaming at him for being so selfish. the one friend he’d ever made for himself, and he’d ruined it.

“i—shit, i’m sorry. i don’t know why i…”

his regretful rambling was stopped midsentence by your hand on his plastron, his chest heaving as your gaze followed a trail from his eyes to his lips.

“leo. shut up.”

it was his turn to be surprised as you stood on your toes, pressing your lips against his.

he poured all of his feelings, the long months of pining and languishing over his certainly-unrequited feelings into the kiss, grabbing you by the waist with one arm and moving the other to quietly shut the door again.

the others could wait a little longer.

#leo’s always angry because hes gods perfect killing machine but you keep calling him baby and doing his makeup #i dont know how i feel about this one #i like the idea that leo is a little bit terrified by having feelings for someone bc hes supposed to be the Big Fearless Leader #and then comes along his s/o #moon.txt #my writing #bayverse x reader #bayverse leo #bayverse leo x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt leonardo #leonardo 2014 #leonardo 2016 #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt x gn reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #bayverse tmnt #tmnt bayverse

[rottmntsimp]

Donnie x (gn) reader, where the reader is feeling particularly self concious? feeling as tho they don't contribute enough to the team due to not having mystic powers or not knowing how to fight, maybe they feel as tho they get in the way a lot? I know donnie isn't always great with feelings but I feel like he would relate to this problem and would know how to solve it in his own special way?

Much needed reassurance

Donnie x Insecure!Reader

TW: A bit of cursing (projecting cuz it's just smth i do when feeling a strong emotion lmao), using the lord's name in vain ( bro im atheist idk if this is a tw?), uh light jealousy (APRIL MAH QUEEN <33), mentions of stitching up cuts ig, light angst with fluff end <3 Oh and a pretty rushed ending lmao. Plus some slight ADHD projecting?? [Yes I got this req in September. Shh-] Thanks to @sleepytime-fics for title inspiration <3 /p

Donnie

You wince, letting out a hiss, as your cut stung in pain. Peeking out from in between your fingers, you see Donnie’s frown, not processing any of the words he rambled on to you. He let go of your hand, putting down the bandages, before moving onto your face to disinfect the scrapes along the side of your face, making you flinch in pain, listening to him chastise you for how careless you were.

“-I thought I’d told you to stay in corners. They can’t sneak up on you, if your back is against a wall.”

Sinking deeper into the mattress of the bed, you sigh, running a finger over the bandaging on your forearm, only for Donnie to slap your hand away. Rolling your eyes, you let him patch up your face, avoiding eye contact, because you knew as soon as you did, shit would hit the fan.

After what seemed like hours of nonstop admonishing and multiple rolls of bandages (which in all reality was only a few minutes), Donnie finally packs up the first aid kit, having finished patching you up. You stretch a little, before reaching for your phone, which lay on the far end of the mattress. Just as you were about to pick it up, a metal arm suddenly swipes it off of the sheets, holding it up.

“Hey-”

As you go to reach for the phone again, he just brings the phone higher up, farther out of your reach.

“So…” the mutant started, busying himself with putting supplies back into the first aid kit. “Leo informed me you, uh…got jumped-”

“Please, don’t remind me-” you sighed, the memory of being unable to defend yourself flashing behind your closed eyelids. Not only had Leo been struggling to take care of his share of the ninjas, he had to make sure you weren’t getting hurt too.

 Opening your eyes once more, you frown at the floor, listening to Donnie go on.

“Scoff,” Donnie scoffs, voicing his actions, “Well, if you let me finish, you would've heard me say ‘-you got jumped, are you feeling ok?’ It’s unlike you to get taken advantage of like this in combat.”

“Stop it,” You mumble, not wanting to hear about how you were unable to help, frustration rising as Donnie went on, not having heard you.

“I mean, it was just a couple of foot ninjas, and statistically speaking, you’ve done better before-”

“Donnie-” You frown, speaking a bit louder, but your words went unheard as Donnie’s rambling went on.

“I’m just thankful Nardo was there for you, don’t tell him I said that though-”

“Donnie!”

He freezes, facing you as his rambing comes to an abrupt end. Seeing the frown on your face as you shifted in your seat, your head held down, Donnie was riddled with guilt. “Were you,” he clears his throat, “Were you about to say something…?”

Silence.

That’s all he got in return, before soft mumbles could be heard, “It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve told me, it just won’t get in my head alright? I’m not a ninja, I’ve never gotten training-,” you muttered, as Donnie stopped what he was doing, focusing on your words- “Hell, I don’t even have a proper weapon!” you scoff, gesturing to Donnie’s tech bo, which lay messily on his desk, piles of unorganized blueprints and tech scattered around it. “Even April has one! April!” 

“Well, that is an issue can easily be resolved by simply paying a visit to the local sports store-”

Donnie’s words were cut short by the glare you gave him, as you went on. “But that makes perfect sense, since she’s just…so perfect,” you chuckled dryly, jealousy creeping into your voice, or maybe it was just self-pity.

Running a hand through your hair, you pause to take a deep breath, knowing you’ve already said too much; but fuck it, if you were going to get reprimanded for something out of your control, might as well let out some of those pent up feelings…right?

The only noise that could be heard was the soft whirring of the vents filtering air, and the sound of you guys’ breathing. The silence was eating you up from the inside, uneasiness hanging in the air. After a whole two minutes of silent torture, Donnie lets out a sigh, biting his tongue so that he doesn’t say anything he might regret, before finally speaking again.

“Where…where are you going with this?”

“Fucking christ, Donnie-” you snap, your head in your hands, as you let out a strong exhale. Looking up at him, you took a deep breath, trying to stabilize your voice, as a lump formed in your throat.

You mumbled under your breath, trying not to break down as tears of frustration formed in the corners of your eyes, your vision slowly going blurry. Why? The hell if you knew, all you could process was the fact that you were practically useless, and if that wasn’t enough to make you break down…

“I’m not as strong as you guys and I sure as hell don’t have any mystic powers,” you say, as a tear finally falls. One turns to two, and two turns to four, and before you know it, tears streamed silently down your face, as you tried to stop; but you both knew it was pointless.

Panic flashed behind his eyes as he noticed you crying. What was it you do when people cry? Talk to them? No, no, he was pretty sure you give them space.

“I always need at least two people out with me when I join you guys for patrol, and I always get hurt, and end up being more of a burden than a help…” You clear your throat, cursing at yourself as your voice cracks.

Once again, silence.

Looking down at the floor, you sniffled, using the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe your tears away. White floods your vision, looking up, you see one of Donnie’s mechanical spider arms holding a tissue out in front of you, his eyes averted to the side.

Nodding your thanks, you blow your nose, as quiet ensued once more. You both sat there, your minds occupied by your own racing thoughts respectively.

After what seemed like hours, Donnie spoke up, his voice soft, but firm, as though he were deep in thought, “I…apologize, for not realizing how you felt earlier. I should have been more observant, I should have been able to notice how you felt about all of this much earlier on… I’m sorry for being a terrible partner-”

“Donnie-” You just sigh, the adrenaline from earlier wearing off, as a wave of exhaustion washed over you. “I’m not calling you a bad partner, I’m just saying that…maybe I shouldn’t go out on missions with you guys anymore. I’ll just hold you all back, and-” 

“Hold us back?-” Donnie interrupts, his face going from that of understanding and thoughtful to utterly flabbergasted. Standing up from his seat on the mattress, he has a robotic arm shoot out of his battle shell and yank a chair over, as he took a seat across from your place on the mattress. He faced you, arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, renewed confusion apparent, “You believe that you’re…holding us back?”

“...Well, yeah-”

“SCOFF! Never have I heard such malarkey- Oh Y/N, you are anything but deadweight!-”

You could only listen as he went on, giving up on trying to get your point across as he never gave you the chance to. Yet despite the affirmations, a nagging feeling stuck in the back of your mind, refusing to leave as he rambled on about your strengths, physically and intellectually.

His voice became nothing but a soft hum in the background, accompanying the buzz of the vents, as you spaced out. Why was he doing this? You aren’t worth the struggle, the effort… He’s always had to help you catch up, get up to speed on things. Homework, fights, hell- even simple things like staying on task, giving you something to do, to think about…

“-And just because you don't have mystic potential, doesn't mean you aren't a valuable asset to our group. There are plenty of other ways you make up for it..."

The nerve of this hypocrite; saying you’re useful while still in doubt of his own abilities.

"I mean," Donnie went on, putting a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to look at him, "It's not like you're the only human in our little posse. April's our friend too, and she's just as important as the rest of us-"

"She doesn't count-" You snap, your voice raising to a higher volume. Donnie flinched, his hand retracting in shock. Wincing, you mumble a quiet apology, feeling a wave of disappointment and regret wash over you before going on.

"April's been training with you guys since she’s met you, she doesn't count…" You mumbled, trying to keep control of how loud you spoke. “She’s been there since the beginning, basically on you guys’ level. She’s known you all since you were young, grew up with you guys, trained with you guys, fights with you guys…all while kicking ass and looking good…all I do is stand in the back and cheer you guys on…”

“Oh my sweet Y/N,” Donnie sighs, looking up at you again. “What will it take for you to understand that moral support is better than no support whatsoever?” The pleading look in his eyes, the desperation in his voice for you to understand just how valuable you are didn’t go overlooked by you, as you just sighed in response.

“I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again, darling. You are as valuable to our bunch as any of us are. Learning to fight takes time, time which you never gave yourself, which I’m gladly willing to change.

“And as for getting hurt…” Donnie put a hand on yours, making you look at him as he let himself smile, “I guess we’ll just have to start training.”

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[sturniolowhore]

☁️ BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND #1

summary ⎯ venus has had her eyes on her brother's best friend chris for as long as she can remember but she is far too scared that's all she is to him, his best friend's little sister. what happens when she realises he sees her in a different light and how will she and chris keep it hidden from her brother who has always told his friends never to meddle about with his sister?

part two! ♯ part three! ♯ part four! ♯ part five!

♯ part six!

warnings ⎯ suggestive and sexual, eventual smut, chris x fem!oc, fluff, cursing, kind of angst (?), not proofread

A/N ⎯ finally working on something with parts to it so i'm excited!! as a reminder, leo and venus do not exist irl, i just chose any random names for the sake of the story.

i hope you enjoy <3

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

"vee! i think that's chris, can you let him in and tell him i'll be down in five minutes?" venus' brother leo asks her from upstairs, most likely doing something last minute as he always is.

she yells a quick response before heading towards the door, a nervous feeling bubbling up inside of her that always forms when she so much as thinks about chris. honestly speaking, she's liked him for years and everytime he comes over to hang out with her brother, she has to try and act as though she doesn't feel anything towards him. it's hard to do so when he's just so fucking hot and everything about him sends her into a spiral from his voice to his personality and everything in between.

she puts her thoughts aside quickly and opens the door after a brief nervous exhale and comes face to face with what she can only describe as the most gorgeous being she has ever seen, literally. he grins at her with that beautiful smile and she tries her utmost hardest not to fold right then and there at the sight.

"alright saturn?" he asks her, ruffling her hair in greeting as he steps into the house, shutting the door behind him and sliding his shoes off in the meantime.

chris and leo have been friends since they were very young and with that came a friendship between chris and venus. venus likes to think they're close given how long they've known each other but she knows her friendship with him will never surpass the one with him and her brother. he's basically acted like she's leo's little sister for their entire lives so she always doubts things but at the same time, it's reassuring to know chris will never hurt her because of leo.

she isn't actually sure when the nickname saturn appeared but as much as she pretends it annoys her, she's grown rather fond of it. maybe it's the way chris thinks it's the funniest thing in the world that expands her love for it but who's really paying any mind to that?

she smiles softly at him and nods her head before she can stare at him for too long and dwell on the feeling of his hand on her head, "i'm good, how are you?"

"i'm good, better now that i'm not arguing with nick and matt about pointless shit," his tone is slightly angry as he speaks about them and she mentally scolds herself for finding it attractive.

"lee's said he's going to be like five minutes, you can just wait in the living room," she tells him before making her way to the stairs in the hallway to get away without embarrassing herself somehow but before she can get too far, his hand catches her wrist and she turns to face him with somewhat wide eyes.

"don't leave me all bored, come sit with me," he says it as though he hasn't just made her heart race at a million beats per minute so she has no choice but to act nonchalant, offering him a small smile and following him to the living room in a silence that should be comforting but just makes her think about being in close proximity with him and alone at that.

she follows him to the couch and it's slightly amusing because well this is meant to be her house but it seems he's taking control entirely, not that she minds anyway. she'd pretty much do anything for chris, even if he himself is not aware of that fact. she does however sit first, leaving him to decide the distance between the two of them but it seems he isn't one for a lot of space and sits right beside her, his thigh lightly pressing into hers.

she tries not to think about it too much but she can't help it, there's something about chris that just sprouts these sexual thoughts in her head instantly and the fact that her thighs are barely covered with her shorts is just fuelling everything that much more. his hands are placed in his lap and she has to fight the urge to replace them with her own. just his best friend's little sister, she reminds herself mentally and tries not to sigh at the thought.

he turns to her with a curious look on his face and her eyes flicker to the slightest stubble decorating his chin, "lee told me you won the volleyball tournament, that's so fucking sick. i'm so proud of you."

chris sturniolo is proud of her. god he needs to get away immediately so she can scream her happiness into a pillow. but of course, he's right here so she remains calm, still beaming at him but not scaring him off in the process. she gives him a large grin that he returns so fucking beautifully.

"thank you," is all she can manage to get out, too occupied by the way his body is extremely close to hers.

he evidently isn't done with the conversation though because he starts to speak again easily, "so what's next? are you going to become a famous player so i can come to your games and cheer you on from the crowds?"

her heart flutters at the thought of chris coming to watch her play, coming to a game just for her but she quickly stops before she gets too far ahead. he isn't saying anything in the way she wants, he's just being his pure and friendly self.

"oh yeah, nevermind that, i'll give you special vip passes and you can watch from a private area and greet me after every match with signature goldfish," she jokes, remembering their common love for goldfish.

"goldfish? after you won a match? lame! i'll give you a little kiss instead," he beams at her and she rolls her eyes at him as a response.

there's also that. chris jokingly flirts with venus at every opportunity he gets and if she wasn't so used to seeing him flirt with other people, she might even think it was real but no such luck. all she can do when he acts in such a manner is shut him down instantly and act like her heart doesn't beat to the sound of his voice.

"c'mon saturn, you know you want it," he teases and all she can think is i really fucking do.

but of course she can't tell him that so she lies straight though her teeth, "as if i want that stinking mouth anywhere near me."

he laughs at her words before he settles on his own, "i'll get you to crack one day just wait for it. i'll make the fuck out with-" and then he stops mid sentence because leo walks in and honestly, venus thanks him internally because there's no way chris could have finished that sentence without her melting onto the couch in heat.

"chris sorry man, i was feeding lilo," he apologises, referring to the cat, and chris casts it aside instantly, standing up to pull leo into a short hug like usual.

"you could have just told me to do it," venus points out with a shrug but she's also not fussed that he didn't seeing as she spent even a little amount of time with chris.

"isn't lilo venus' cat anyway?" chris raises his brow because that's literally what he's been told ever since they got her.

"she is but lee steals her all the time. i keep telling him to get his own cat and then he can even name it stitch," she rambles excitedly before she gives chris a sheepish smile, knowing she probably seems too passionate about such a small thing.

instead of making fun of her though, chris instead praises her for the idea, "i fucking love lilo and stitch. lee you have to get a cat now and name it stitch."

lee shakes his head at the two of them before slumping onto the couch on the other side of chris, "maybe one day."

"we're gonna watch a movie vee, you staying?" lee questions and that sounds very appealing right now, especially because that means she gets to sit next to chris the entire time.

"yeah i'd love to," naturally, she finds herself agreeing and that's that.

they search netflix for a while before they settle on a random movie that venus has never heard of. if she's being entirely truthful, she wasn't even listening when chris and leo were deciding, she was too preoccupied with staring at chris' flawless side profile.

a while into the movie, she feels her eyes growing heavy and she knows she should probably get up and go to her room to sleep but chris threw his arm over her shoulder a bit ago and the feelings of his body against hers is really fucking comfortable. she attempts to keep her focus on the movie and the characters speaking and the scenes playing out and⎯

she falls alseep, not realising and with her head resting on chris' chest. she of course doesn't know how anyone reacts seeing as she's fallen asleep but when she wakes up after some time, she finds herself in the same position with the tv turned off and chris and leo talking away. chris never moved. his arm is still around her and her head is still glued to his body. her insides feel warm in unexplainable ways but she knows she needs to leave him and lee alone so they can spend some time together without her.

she pretends she's just woken up after a few minutes. okay so her plan was to get up straight away but chris just felt so warm, she couldn't help it.

said boy turns to face her as she stirs and stretches her arms, a small smile planted on her face. he smiles so softly at her, "morning saturn."

she scowls at him but she's enjoying every moment on the down low, "you're so funny chris."

"that's no way to talk to someone who let you use them as a personal pillow for two hours, is it lee?" he turns to leo and of fucking course, leo instantly backs chris up with a teasing grin of his own.

he shakes his head, "really disrespectful chris, some people need to learn manners."

"fuck you guys, i'm going upstairs," she stands up whilst chris and lee laugh with one another as though they've made the funniest jokes in the universe.

"bye saturn."

"bye vee," the two of them say at the same time and so she mumbles a small goodbye in response, following through with her words and heading to her bedroom with a foolish grin that can't be stopped on her face.

for the rest of the day and days after that, she obsesses with the little moments she shared with chris in the way she always does. it may be a little unhealthy how much she thinks about him but who can blame her? he's just so perfect.

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

tags: @mattslolita

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[desceros]

oops you got something between your fingers there, let me get that for you real quick <3

evil evil evil evil evil evil strikes back out of self defense

It's not too uncommon that you wait for him to come home. Not only has his shitty apartment all but become a second home to you, but he's started making little jokes that you aren't completely sure are really jokes about you moving in with him instead.

As such, he doesn't say anything when he comes in through the door and finds you sitting at his kitchen table, scrolling through your phone looking at the cute dog pictures April's sending you from her latest venture to make ends meet as a dog walker. Not until you look up and smile as you see him, putting your phone down because he's infinitely more interesting.

"Why aren't you sitting on the couch where it's softer?" he asks, slowly stripping the outside world from himself as he gets close. His swords. His belt of medical supplies you keep stocked up nicely for him. A bag whose contents you don't know, but judging from the care with which he puts it down on the counter, you suspect is quite valuable.

"I thought you'd be hungry when you got back," you tell him, gesturing at a tupperware of food you'd brought over from the lair. Leo still doesn't have a decent set of pans, and you've forbidden him from buying any since you can cook just as well at the lair and bring things over. (You're surprised he's held out this long; though you suspect it may be because he has a not-too-incorrect mental image of Donnie's pissy face when he smells you cook something nice and learns it's for Leonardo, not him.)

Leo sits at the table adjacent to you, popping off the lid. It's still warm, thankfully, and his face gets a little softer when he starts to dig in like he's starving. He doesn't compliment it, but you don't need him to. The way he goes quiet, not even speaking in the interest of eating the stir fry you'd tossed together, is all the feedback you need.

Smiling fondly, you grab into the bag you'd brought and pull out an orange. Slowly, you start to peel it, piece by piece. The oil of the rind clings to your skin, making the air between you fragrant with citrus. All the way down to the juicy flesh, until you split it in half, then pluck out a single piece.

Reaching out between Leo's bites, you hold the piece between your fingers. He stares at it for a moment, glancing between it and your face, then opens his mouth so you can slide it inside.

"This was a really yummy batch," you tell him as he chews, eyes falling down to where you peel away another piece. It has a little string on it, which you pick away lovingly before holding out to him just like the one before. "Nice and juicy. I was surprised, considering the time of year."

Leo takes the second piece in his mouth, and the next time you look down to the orange to pull him away another piece, you feel the weight of his stare on the side of your face and the apartment falls silent. No longer do his chopsticks scratch away at the tupperware.

Still, you persist, relentless in your affectionate care. "I've been saving the peels to make a nice cleaning spray. Apparently, you can put them in a bottle with a bit of vinegar, and it smells really nice and works pretty well," you continue to ramble. You hold out another piece. He leans in, his teeth finding the soft flesh with a heavier purpose now. You avoid meeting his gaze, torn between enjoying this little dance and not wanting it to end too quickly.

Another piece hovers in the air, and this time, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and holds it in place. You look up, startled, only to stare with wide eyes as he slides your fingers and the orange slice into his mouth together. His tongue finds the fruit and brings it to his teeth, splitting it open and coating his mouth and your fingers with its sweet juice. Messily, it beads down your palm, to your wrist, tickling even as your breath catches in your throat when he glides his tongue along the webbing of your fingers to catch its origin. Hot, wet, he licks at your skin, suckling the love off of you like it's the waters of the fountain of life itself.

Your mouth falls open as his teeth scrape at your palm, the hitched breath coming out of your lungs on a jagged sound that sounds a bit like a whine in the dead air between you. Mouth curling into a smug smirk, he kisses down the line of the orange juice to your pulse, bending your hand back and sinking his teeth into your wrist hard enough to leave a mark.

It's then that you finally meet his gaze, and see in it the dangerous flame you'd stoked. You swallow thickly, pressing your thighs together beneath the table. Silly you to forget that it's always the little gestures that drive him the most mad.

Trailing his tongue up your hand to flick it between your fingers, Leo groans, squeezing his eyes shut like the taste of you wounds him. Maybe it does, in a way, you think, feeling the almost painful ache of your own arousal that he so easily calls to the surface.

Licking your lips, clumsy from the rushing blood beneath your skin when he slides your fingers into his mouth and begins to suck on them while bobbing his head slowly, you reach with shaking fingers to pull away another piece of the orange. When Leo looks at you—no doubt visibly affected, dilated pupils, bitten lips, chest rising with your accelerated breath—he chuckles before sinking his teeth into the flesh of your palm, lathing it with his tongue before he releases you.

"How many more do you think you'll be able to share before you break for me, mi corderita?" he asks slyly, taking the piece from you and resting it on your spit-soaked fingers, gliding them into his mouth to begin the process all over again to send you into a hazy, needy state.

The answer, you'll later bemoan as you stare, stunned, completely fucked out, at the ceiling of his bedroom with a familiar full-body ache and the smell of oranges strong in your nose, is one.

#ask tag #[said with love] you're a menace. consider this me walking up to you and slipping a grenade with heart stickers on it into your pants #blurple villain au #leonardo/reader #my fic #rating: m

[dancingdonatello]

HI ITS 🦆 ANON THE ONE WHO MADE AN AO3 CUZ OF YOU! AND YES I DID MEAN REQS I JUST CANT TYPE FOR SHIT 💀

I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO LIKE VILLIAN!TURTLES HEADCANONS?

LIKE DONNIE AND MIKEY MIGHT HAVE BEEN RAISED BY DRAXUM, AND DRAXUM NUTURED DONNIES LOVE FOR SCIENCE OR SMTH AND MIKEY MYSTIC POWERS WERE TRAINED BY DRAXUM TOO

AND MAYBE LEO WAS RAISED BY BIG MAMA

IDK ABOUT RAPH BUT YEAH!

BASICALLY THEY'RE RAISED TO HATE HUMANS, BUT THEN AFTER MEETING/ENCOUNTERING Y/N THEIR PERSPECTVIE CHANGES (ATLEAST ON THE READER)

MAYBE LIKE WRITE ABOUT THEIR VEIW ON THE READER, AND MAYBE THEY INVITE THE READER OVER TO THEIR HOME, OR MAYBE EVEN TELLING THEIR VILLAIN PAERNTS THEY LIKE A HUMAN, OR ALL 3!!!-

IM SORRY I JUST GET SO HYPED SEEING YOUR WORK AND I HAVENT REQUESTED ANYTHING IN A WHILE AND I JUST SAW ONE OF YOUR POSTS AND STIMMING AND KICKING MY FEET AND OVERALL JUST AKSJDHKJFHFKJH

ANYWAY THX FOR TAKING TIME TO READ THIS AND TYPE IT IF YOU DO! FEEL FREE TO PUT THIS ON PAUSE OR JUST DELETE IT

MAKE SURE TO DRINKS LOTS OF WATER, AND EAT! AND CHECK WHAT TIME IT IS, DONT WANNA FUCK UP UR SLEEP SCHEDULE ANYMORE THAN IT IS LMAO!!!

AND STRETCH YOUR WRISTS BESTIE

🦆 anon @duckanon

<3 <3 luv u duck anon.

villain rise turtles x reader

You have something that Raph needs. He’s been tracking you for months and he knows that you have a piece of the armor he needs for the resurrection of the Shredder.

And he’s never been one for plans, so…

He breaks in through your window.

You scream and then he screams and you’re holding on with an impressive grip on the armor piece and….

And you’re…. you’re so… cute. He suddenly lets go of the glove and you go flying back, knocking your head against the wall. He lets out an eep and rushes over, cradling your head.

You look pretty freaked out at his change of heart and he doesn’t blame you.

How he’s going to explain this to the Foot Lieutenant and the Foot Brute, he has no idea.

They take your introduction pretty well. So do you, by how you actually willingly hand over the glove.

But… your reaction when you find out about the Shredder at the baseball game destroys any loyalty he has left for the Foot Clan. He can’t bear to see that terrified expression on your face when you look at him.

Leo may have snuck up to the part of the hotel Big Mama told him to stay away from. But how could she blame him? People watching was his favorite past time! Who better to watch than some stupid humans?

And when his eyes landed on you, he just knew he had to have you. He wouldn’t regret it even when Big Mama punished him. If he hadn’t have snuck up to the floors above ground, he wouldn’t never seen you.

And anyways, his was birthday was coming up… and Big Mama said he could have anything he wanted. He grinned to himself, deciding to sneak into your room that night to ‘introduce’ himself. He’d leave a sticky note and scare you. Just a little.

Big Mama adored you. She gave you all these clothes so that you could look as perfect as her and Leo. She used for entertainment for the other Yokai, even when Leo glared on with jealously.

Soon enough, she was going to get her hands on some mysterious green ooze from three other turtles that looked suspiciously like Leo. As long as Leo didn’t find out about it, you would be the perfect test subject. And wouldn’t it be so sweet to see a lover’s quarrel in the Battle Nexus? She giggles at the thought.

Donatello has been bugged by you for a while.

In one of his rare outings to New York, obviously not letting Draxum know, he had run into you. He had been trying to break into a tech store and then you had appeared behind him.

He broke your nose but he hadn’t been left i scratched.

Then he just kept running into you again and again. He was half inclined just to kill you, but he feels like it would annoy him more with how much effort that would be towards someone like you.

You were annoying and just as mean as he was to you. It irritated him whenever you came back with a comment just as sharp as what he gave you.

One day, in one of his complaining rants to Mikey, Draxum overheard. Even though Donnie denied that it, Draxum was convinced he had a crush on a pathetic human. So, he decided he would kill you. As if you were nothing. Just scum on the Earth. All so Donnie wouldn’t be ‘distracted’ any longer. By that he meant he just wanted Donnie to work insane hours so Draxum wouldn’t have to work as hard.

And Donnie… couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let a single hair on you be injured.

There’s an angry turtle staring you down. Michelangelo and you had run into each other. One looking beat up and the other looking flabbergasted.

“You’re a… turtle?!”

Suddenly, you’re wrapped up in chains. That burnt badly.

“Ow!” you shriek and suddenly, just as quickly as they had come, they vanished. Big brown guilty eyes stare at you.

His face twitches before it turns disgusted. “Ugh. You smell disgusting.”

He was talking about the smell of your brunt skin. You glared at him angrily before seeing how bashed up he was. “What… happened to you?”

He was very reluctant to follow you home. And he kept asking you weird questions about other green turtles. Had you ever seen anyone that looked like him? Where? When? All these questions while you tried to stick a bandaid on him.

He also didn’t hold back on his mean comments about the human race. But as long as he sat still as you tried to rub the ash and debris off of him, you just let him talk.

Quickly, he warms up to you. It’s as if he never hated humans. He enjoys learning about everything you do and seeing all of what New York has to offer. He knows you can never meet Draxum. And even though he’s getting suspicious the more he leaves and the longer he’s out, Mikey continues to see you.

#rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #donatello x reader #rise leonardo x reader #leonardo x reader #rise tmnt x reader #rise donatello x reader #rise donnie x reader #raphael x reader #tmnt raphael x reader #tmnt michelangelo x reader #michelangelo x reader

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi!! I loved your Sons of Leo and Children of Rapheal stories! Could we maybe see Donnie's version? (P.s. I love all your wirttings sm) <3

Children of Donatello (Fluff/Crack)

Bayverse!Donatello x reader

A/N: The Donnie version is here! Galileo, Marie and Dorothy doing things they’re not allowed to (like so many kids does)💜

Warnings: Arguing kids😂💜

If there was one place Galileo liked spending time, finding comfort in the strangest of places, it was in Donnie’s lab. Sitting beside his father as he worked, at times even getting to help him. It was something Gali had loved doing ever since he was little, and as a 13 year old, he still found himself seeking out his father’s comfort in the safety of his lab, often far away from the noises of his cousins and siblings, that at times could overwhelm him.

But just as Gali enjoyed time with his father in the lab, so did his sisters. And none of the three kids wanted to share their alone time with their dad. Not even Marie or Dorothy was willing to share. And of course, it had started a lot of fights between the three kids, often ending with you and Donnie making a decision, setting a time for how long they could be in the lab with their father, before it was one of the other’s turn.

However, you and Donnie soon learned that your kids weren't just interested in the lab, because of the alone time they got to spend with their father. They were just as curious as Donnie, and to them the lab was a land of mystery they wanted to solve. But for many reasons, you and Donnie did not allow your kids to go in there, without parental supervision. You never knew what chemical they could get their hands on, or what machinery they accidentally could break or hurt themself with. And that was not a chance that neither you or Donnie was willing to take.

But that didn’t stop your kids from trying. Sometimes, when they’re curiosity had gotten the better of them, they would try to sneak into Donnie’s lab, thinking that none of you would notice. But of course you did, everytime.

Their curiosity came in waves. There were weeks where you and Donnie would have to keep a constant eye on the entrance to the lab, making sure no children had managed to make their way in, then followed by long periods of time, where none of your kids showed any interest in the lab, what so ever.

However, at the age of 10, Gali started to show a bigger fascination for Donnie’s lab, letting you and your husband know that he also wished to build a lab one day; “just like dad!” It was adorable and warmed Donnie’s heart, but he would still not let Gali walk into the lab without an adult. However, that didn’t stop Gali from trying, and time and time again, you and Donnie would catch him. You would also catch his sisters, as they tried to copy the actions of their big brother.

One day, a 13 year old Gali decided to try to seek into his father’s lab once again. He decided to wait until night, when he was sure his father and uncles would be out on patrol. He waited a little longer, just to be safe that you were soundly asleep inside your room, before he slowly sneaked out of his bed and out of his room. Gali went down the hallway, making sure to stay quiet as he passed you and Donnie’s shared room, staying absolutely silent when he passed his sisters’ rooms. The last thing Gali wanted at that moment was his sisters to bug him while he was trying to sneak into his father’s lab. Something his 8 year old sisters knew he very well wasn’t allowed to do.

Gali went down the metal stairs, cursing under his breath at the metal creaking under his feet, before hurrying through the living area, making sure that none of his cousins, aunts or grandfather heard him, as he made a straight line through the room, heading directly for the lab.

Gali pushed the heavy door open, making his way into the dark room he knew so well. Donnie’s monitors and computer was still on, a map showing where the Gali’s father and uncles was in New York City, making around in the shape of small dots. Machines were humming and small lamps were flickering in the dimp light that flowed in from the living area.

With a smile on his face, Gali did the first thing he could think of - taking a seat in his father’s big nice swivel chair. He looked on at the monitors, his eyes falling on the four colored dots, standing still on top of a building in mid Manhattan.

Looking down on the desk, Gali found his father’s headset, next to an empty cup that once held a strong coffee. It was rare for his father to leave his headset behind before patrol, but it did happen every once in a while, especially after too much strong coffee.

Chuckling to himself, Gali placed the headset onto his own head, moving the microphone down to his mouth, tapping on the keyboard in front of him, imitating what he had seen his father do several times.

“Two streets down”, he said into the microphone, tapping on the mouse, acting like Donnie would while tracking down a car of Purple Dragons of rouge Foot ninjas for Gali’s uncles to stop. “Their heading up generic New York avenue, at the corner that one pizzeria Mikey likes”.

“That’s not a real street!”, a voice sounded, causing Gali to jump in his seat, turning towards the door, where he found Marie and Dorothy standing.

“Get out!”, Gali said, trying to shoo his sisters out of the lab, scrambling with the headphones on his head. “You’re not allowed to be in here!”

“Neither are you”, Dorothy said, crossing her arms, looking very displeased with her brother.

Marie moved up next to Gali, trying to get a look on the screens in front of him. “What are you doing?”

“Helping dad!”, Gali lied. “Now get out of here!”

“I want to help dad too!”, Marie said, trying to move up on the seat Gali was sitting in, but Gali wouldn’t move.

“You can’t! I’m helping him!”

“The screen isn’t even turned on!”, Dorothy pointed out. “You’re lying! You’re not allowed to be in here, and you’re not helping dad!”

“You don’t know anything about that”, Gali said, pushing Marie off once again. “Leave me alone!”

“No! I want to sit in dad’s chair!”, Marie said, trying to shake Gali off the chair.

“Too bad! I was in it first!”, Gali said, trying to push her away again.

“Hey! I want to sit in dad’s chair too!”, Dorothy called out, entering the competition trying to shake Gali off the swivel chair.

A screaming match erupted, the three kids screaming and yelling at each other. Gali telling his little sisters to get out of the lab, that he himself knew he wasn’t allowed to be in, Dorothy and Marie using the broken rule as an excuse, giving them the right to sit in the chair too. They were all so caught up in the argument for their father’s chair, that they hadn't noticed the purple dot leaving the other three, or that it had been moving towards the lair. Therefore none of them noticed when Donnie entered the lair, walking to the lab with fast steps, finding his children still fighting over the chair. Leaning onto the door frame with crossed arms, Donnie waited for his kids to notice his arrival. But to his surprise, none of them did, swatting their arms at each other, Dorothy trying to grab a hold of the headphones that was still resting on Gali’s head. That was when Donnie decided to put an end to their fight.

“Since when have any of you been allowed to sit in that chair without me in the room?”

All three kids froze mid action, their eyes growing wide at the sound of their father’s voice. They turned and saw Donnie in the doorway, realizing that he had been standing there longer than any of them had noticed. They were caught red handed, and there was nothing they could say to get out of it.

“Hey, dad”, Marie said, giving Donnie a shy wave.

Donnie smiled slightly amused at her innocent wave, as if she wasn’t caught being somewhere she wasn’t allowed to be.

“Hey, Marie”, he smiled. “What are you doing to my chair?”

Marie looked at her hands for a moment before looking back at her father. “Shaking it”.

“And why are you shaking it?”, Donnie asked.

“To get Gali to jump off”, she answered slowly.

“Is that a nice thing to do?”

“Nooo”.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t be doing that”, Donnie said with a small smile, watching as she took her hands off the chair. Donnie moved his attention to Dorothy, who still stood with her hand reaching out for the headset on Gali’s head. “And what are you doing, Dorothy?”

“Trying to take the headphones”, Dorothy answered.

“Are those your headphones?”

“No”.

“Are they laying on the desk?”

“No, they’re on Gali’s head”.

“Is it nice to try to take them off of Gali’s head?”

Dorothy’s hand fell to her side, an irritated pout forming on her face as she knew her father was right. “No”.

“I’m happy that you can see that”, Donnie said, finally turning his attention to Gali. “What are you doing in my chair?”

“I just felt like doing it. No real reason for it”, Gali said, watching Donnie as he made his way over to him. “But how did you know we were in here anyway?”, he asked once Donnie stood by the chair, leaning over Gali in order to make sure he hadn’t accidently clicked on something.

With a chuckle Donnie held a hand out in front of Gali, asking him for the headphones. Gali did as his father asked, taking the headset off his head and handing it to Donnie. Donnie then turned to the computer, pressed a button and spoke into the microphone.

“Do you guys want to tell my kids the headset was on, or should I?”, Donnie asked, followed by the roaring laughter of the kids' uncles through the speaker.

“Gali!”, Mikey called out, Leo and Raph still laughing in the background. “What pizza place did you talk about? Are they still headed that way? Want me to bring back a slice?”

Embarrassed, Gali slides down the chair. Maybe he should have listened to his father and stayed out of the lab. And maybe he should have stayed in his bed.

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[fluffytriceratops]

Hi, I’m not sure if you’re still doing requests or not but if it’s okay, could I request a headcanon of maybe 2k12 and Rise!Leo x reader having a cuddle time? I don’t mind you choosing one of them, I totally understand. I love Leo so much he’s such a dork and needs to be protected at all costs 🥰 Thanks!

𝐆𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 [𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟐 & 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐞]

notes: yes, of course! i would love to write this for you!! i'll do them both since you asked so nicely hehe, but this is my first time doing a headcannon of rise leo so i apologize if it's a little ooc. ^^ i hope you enjoy! <3 [also photo is not mine fyi-] 

warnings: mature language/swearing, tooth rotting fluff,

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @s-s-ironnie @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mysticboombox @drowninghell @lec743 @raphielover  @raphslovemuffin80 @squirrelfurs @bibiz82 @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @moonsua1

(if you would like to be tagged in my future tmnt x reader related work, feel free to let me know and i'll happily add you!)

i love you all sm! i'm sending all the virtual hugs and well wishes to you!! <33

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2012 Leonardo:

- as a cuddle bug, you love a good cuddle session. and honestly, leo wont oppose to this as he too loves to cuddle with you. 

- plus how can he say no when you waddle up to him with a cute pout on your face? wondering why he had left you in the bed all alone?? 

- "you fell asleep and i wanted to make myself a cup of tea." he hummed, extending an arm and watching with a warm smile as you curled into his side and nuzzled against him. 

- "and? i don't see your point in leaving me. is tea more important than your beloved?" 

- leo fights the urge to roll his eyes and bites back a grin. "well..." 

- he lets out a laugh when you scowl and pull away from him, he catches you by the waist before you get too far. 

- "i'm kidding, nothing is more important than you." he hums, planting a sweet kiss to your temple. 

- you huff, puffing out your cheeks in agitation. "doesn't feel like it, leonardo." 

-  leo winces. "pulling out the full name, huh? that's a low blow, baby." 

- "you shouldn't of left me for a sack of crusty leaves, dickhole." 

- leo chuckles at this, shaking his head to himself. "i'll make it up to you, promise. shall we go back to cuddling?" 

- you glance up at him, taking in the way he gazes at you adoringly. his ocean eyes are so full of love it makes your heart ache. 

- with a soft smile and a nod of your head, you wait for him to grab his tea before making your way back to his bedroom. 

- he places his mug on his bedside table before climbing into his bed. you wait for him to get comfy before climbing in as well. planting yourself on top of his chest. 

- leo runs his hand up and down your back in a comforting manner. watching as you trace invisible patterns into his skin with your index finger. 

- he loves laying with you like this. the rest of world falls silent when the two of you get to cuddle. 

- it's like the only person in the world is you. you're all that matters. 

- leo see's you getting sleepy again, eyelids falling heavy. he lets out a breath of content when you nuzzle yourself further into him. pressing your face in the crook of his neck. 

- "i love you." you mumble, breath tickling him. 

- "i love you, too." he whispers, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. 

- cuddle sessions with you were the best. there was no place he'd rather be than here. with you safe in his arms. 

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2018/Rise Leonardo:

- leo's a clingy mother fucker. he loves a good cuddle. and honestly, he can be a tad clingy.

- but you can't complain, because you love cuddles too. and leo's good at cuddling. 

- sometimes, however, it can catch you off guard. 

- you're laying on the couch, scrolling through random tiktoks on your phone when out of nowhere a body practically launches itself on top of yours. 

- your breath leaves you and you grunt at the sudden weight. "holy fucking shit-" 

- you can't see leo's face, it's buried in your chest and your face heats at the sight. "what the fuck are you on?" 

- "cocaine." comes his muffled reply and it makes you snort and roll your eyes. 

- he tilts his head up, resting his chin against you as he stares up at you cheekily. 

- "you're such a shit." 

- "but i'm your shit. and you love me." he purrs, smirking at the way your face heats even more. 

- "shut up. you didn't have to launch yourself onto me like that. if you wanted cuddles so damn bad you could have asked, asshole." 

- your hand finds his shell and you begin to trace the grooves, knowing how much he likes it. leonardo practically melts in your arms. 

- "you would've said no-" 

- "that's a fat fucking lie and you know it." 

- leo pouts dramatically. "you've got such a potty mouth today." 

- "that's what happens whenever you're around." 

- it's leo's turn to roll his eyes. "not my fault i take your breath away~" 

- "only when you yeet your entire body mass onto mine without warning-" 

- "don't be so dramatic." he nuzzles further into you, wiggling to try and get more comfortable. 

- you sigh, "you're lucky i love you." 

- he beams at this. "see, what did i say-" 

- "i will throw your ass onto the floor." 

- leo shuts up at that. but you don't miss the massive shit eating smirk on his face. the sight makes you smile. 

- "i love you too." he says after a moment, pressing his face into the crook of your neck to plant a few tender kisses to your skin. 

- it's your turn to melt against him. "you better.." 

- tossing your phone onto the floor, you wrap your arms around him to the best of your ability. your legs are tangled together and your breathing evens out. hearts beating in perfect sync. 

- cuddling with leo felt like heaven. and while you'd never say it out loud, cuz he'd never let you live it down, you honestly adored every second of it. 

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[bagerfluff]

I Won't Say (I'm In Love)

Nico di Angelo x Son of Eros Reader

Inspiration - I Won't Say (I'm In Love) By Alan Menken and David Zippel

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

AN - If you have any ideas for a story with this reader then ask and you shall receive

Nico stood by his cabin as he watched you talk with some Aphrodite girls. It had been months since you had first came to camp and since Hazel had introduced you two and you were still the gossip of Camp Half-Blood and Nico could see why.

You were found a couple months ago and you hadn’t been claimed yet which was shocking since you had told everyone that you were fifteen. The Gods had said that they would claim any Half-Blood before they turned thirteen.

Chiron had asked you if you had been claimed but after he told you how half-bloods get claimed you sarcastically said “I think I would notice if a giant thing appeared above my head”, which Leo thought was funny.

So you were placed into Hermes cabin for about a week before you were claimed, but everyone was more shocked at that. You were claimed by Eros, or better known as Cupid.

That was a shock.

No one, not even Chiron had heard of this. And that guy was old, really old. It had been months since that happened but people still talked about you. You were in the Hermes cabin since there wasn’t a cabin for you but that only lasted for a month or two because it was getting quite crowded, so they placed you in a cabin that was almost empty.

Hades cabin, Nico’s cabin. This made Nico quite mad. But not for the reasons you think. Nico had nothing against you. You were nice, charming, funny, good looking.

That’s why Nico hated you.

You had tried to befriend him, with lots of flirting that Nico decided to ignore. Although Nico didn’t spend a lot of time at Camp Half-Blood, you still tried to be friends with him. But he never really talked to you, or hung out with you.

He mostly ignored you.

After a couple of weeks you had gotten the message and left him alone. But now Nico had wished that he didn’t act so cold to you. Watching you talk and laugh with other people made Nico feel weird. He didn’t know why he felt this way.

He did not like you.

Nico didn’t not have a crush on you. He had bad experiences with love, especially with Cupid. It never worked out well. So why did he feel his heart flutter when he was near you or when you smiled at him. No, Nico did not have a crush on you. He had too much to worry about in his life.

He was a child of The Big Three, his life was hard. He had to focus on keeping himself alive. But then why did he long to be next to you. You are like that stupid girl with her arms around your shoulder. Nico shook his head and looked away from you.

He should leave, he’s spent too much time at Camp Half-Blood anyway. “Hey Neeks”, Nico looked up to see Hazel running towards him. Nico smiled slightly and waved at her. “What are you doing?” Hazel asked, taking a place next to Nico.

“I was just about to leave, I have stuff to do”. Hazel laughed which confused Nico. “So you weren’t just looking at Y/n?” Hazel asked though it wasn’t a question. Nico blushed and looked away from Hazel but the damage had been done.

Hazel had her answer though Nico suspected that she already knew it. “Why don’t you just tell Y/n that you love him. He’s said he’s pansexual”, Hazel pointed out. Nico knew that, you had told him that when you first tried to talk to him.

Nico never knew why to tell him that, it wasn’t important. “I’m not going to confess to him because I don’t like him”, Nico told Hazel, looking back at her though he couldn’t meet her eyes. Hazel let out another laugh before looking at you.

Nico followed her gaze and he blushed again when he saw you. You weren’t doing anything special, which just made Nico more mad. You were just leaning on the railing for a cabin and talking to an Apollo kid.

Since your father struck people with arrows you were really good with a bow, which made you friends with almost all of the Apollo kids. But the way that the sun was shining on you made your eyes like gems and every once and a while you ran your hands through your hair, which was not helping Nico with his blush.

Hazel let out another laugh and that brought his attention back to her. “Yeah Nico, sure you don’t have a crush on him”, Hazel spoke before placing a kiss on Nico’s cheek and walking away. Nico grunting and muttered some things in Greek before looking back at you.

This time you caught his gaze and you smiled and waved at him. Nico turned away and walked away. Why did you have to look so good? Nico assumed it was because of your father, he was the son of Aphrodite.

But you didn’t change when people looked at you.

Normally the Aphrodite kids changed slightly depending on who looked at them. But you didn’t, which was weird since your father did that. You just looked good no matter what.

Though Nico didn’t know if this was true, this was just what he’s heard. Nico shook his head and looked back. He could see you entering the Hades Cabin and saying goodbye to your friend. You looked amazing.

Nico wished he was your friend, but he was too scared. Too scared of you, and his love for you. So maybe Nico did have a crush on you.

But he would never say that out loud.

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[sunnitheapollokid]

🍓┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ STRAWBERRIES ‘ND ALLERGIES

leo valdez x fem reader <3 lil oneshot / blurb!

📬 sunni’s notes : HEYYOO this is my first leo / pjo fic!!! bc hes actually my real bf (no cap, real not fake) i really hope you enjoy this!! i personally have allergies and wish someone would take care of me like this when i do [cry]

"oh god," (name) sneezed. "it's spring." she wiped the slight snot trailing off her nose. she held the crate of strawberries for mr. d, since she was on farming duty that day. although, she didn't usually complain about being out in thr fields, since she'd get to steal a few strawberries here and there. she'd only complain if it so happens to land on a spring day.

she couldn't refuse either, "don't do this and you lose your dessert privilages." in the words of mr. d. she stumbled over her feet a bit here and there because of her puffy eyes, catching herself before she could fall face-first on the muddy ground. "holy zues." she muttered or an, "oh my titan." about to fall again, she almost couldn't catch herself,

"oookay cariño!" leo had caught her. the crate still in her hands, leo had his arms around her torso and her waist.

the girl's eyes met leo's honey ones. "leo?" she asked, squinting her eyes with an unsure expression. "yeah?" he replied, a nervous smile that usually made (name) fold like crazy. "you okay sunshine? you literally tripped over yourself around seven times. in a row." he snickered, helping her lift her head and stand up.

"aller- ACHOO!"

"-gies." she sniffled. leo frowned, "ay.. come on, let's get you some meds." he tucked strands of her lose hair out of her face and kissed the side of her temple. (name) knew meds wouldn’t exactly cure her allergies, but she didn’t want to burst leo’s bubble.

"maybe some ambrosia." he kept his hand around her waist as he placed the crate of strawberries down on the ground away from her hands. "what are you doing out?" she asked her boyfriend, on their way to camp's infirmary. leo would usually lock himself in bunker 9, doing gods who knows what. the only person, to ever see him in days in a row would be (name).

"you didn't come around, so i looked for you." he beamed, (name) mirrored the smile, her nose and honestly, whole face was red. leo laughed, "you look so cute amor." she rolled her eyes, "my suffering is cute to you?" she shot. leo shrugged, noticing her sniffles. he offered her the side of his tank, it was dirty already with all the grease anyway. wiping her nose slightly at the grease-covered tank, she thanked him.

the two have been dating for a while, but (name) never mentioned her said allergies to him. “are you sure you’re okay cariño?” he asked, she didn’t respond, about to doze off. he snickered, “(name)!” he called, she shot awake. “wh-what?” she asked, frustration growing. leo rolled his eyes, “what are you even allergic to?” he asked with his brows furrowed and a smile planted.

“ah.. pollen, i think?” she questioned, leaning her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder and burying her face in his neck. leo noticed her tired state and picked her up bridal-style. “yeah, you definitely can’t walk.” he smiled, peppering her with kisses. “hey!! i have snot!!” she yelled, laughing at the touch and in attempts to push his face away.

“don’t care!” he kissed her on the cheek “just,” then on her temple, “snot!” then her lips. “leo!!” she yelled, a laugh escaping her lips.

“you sound cute when your nose is stuffed.” leo remarked, “and i stand by ‘you think my suffering is cute?’” leo smiled, “maybe.”

“wooow. good boyfriend you are.”

“i try.”

the two arrived at the infirmary shortly after, will standing before them with a bandaid container in his hands. “what’s going on lovebirds?” will asked. leo averted his gaze to a sleepy (name) then will.

“allergies.”

“ACHOO!”

will winced, “we can’t really—“ (name) shot him a look. a ‘let him have this.’ kind of look. will sighed as he exchanged faces with (name). “i’ll take care of her.” will snickered, taking (name)’s arm.

“w-wait, i’m still on farming duty.” she turned to leo. leo shook his head, “i’ll work something out.” he spoke, giving her a kiss before heading out of the infirmary.

will turned to (name) as he helped her down on one of the beds. “when are you going to tell him you can’t really cure allergies?” she giggled, “never.”

— end of the day.

after a good nap, (name) felt better already. she got up and thanked will and everybody else in the infirmary and went to go look for leo.

she looked at bunker 9, nobody.

the heph cabin, also nobody.

where in zues’ name was he?

“leo! stop stealing the strawberries!” she heard piper’s voice from across camp. she turned her head to whichever direction the aphrodite daughter’s voice came from. and at farm, there was leo, on strawberry duty. her jaw dropped slightly, realizing what he meant by ‘i’ll figure something out.’

she watched him carry more crates than she could ever carry, and his tank not just covered in grease anymore but sweat. how long had he been working?

as she stared, leo turned to her, probably feeling eyes on him. he beamed, “(name)!!”

#— sunni adores leo (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡ #sunni does not sleep #leo valdez #pjoverse #leo valdez x reader