“b-baby You, You Gotta—fuck—moveee”, Three Orgasms In And The Objects Around You Are Beginning

(THE AMOUNT OF FUCKING DELAYS I'VE HAD WITH THIS FIC IS INSANE.)

☆ Quit undressing me with your eyes!!

Yandere! '12 Michealangelo x Reader

Tws/cws: Yandere behaviour, AFAB reader, sexual innuendos, obsessive/posessive tendencies, sexual content, masturbation, nonconny thoughts, rape fantasies, Mikey got mad intrusive thoughts :3

Smut written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable.

Even though he's a teenager, Michealangelo never really got any sexual thoughts, that until he met you.

He's never ever thought or Shinigami or Renet in such lewd ways, but you...you were different.

He can't even look at you without being plagued by the thought of bending you over the nearest ledge and fucking you absolutely stupid.

Your beautiful face, your lovely curves, your bubbly personality - literally EVERYTHING about you got his dick hard.

But like, how could he not? You just looked absolutely gorgeous just sitting there comepletely oblivious to every fucked up and lewd thought going through his head.

You have no idea how much he wants to shove his cock down your throat, or force himself into you, with you holding onto him grabbing and clawing at whatever you can, begging him to stop, screaming for help only for no one to come to your aid.

Your teary eyed expression full of dread turning into one of ecstasy. Your sobs turning into pleasure filled moans, motivating him to fuck you even harder.

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"Mikey?"

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you. You were smiling at him with a bit of concern plastered on your face. "You're staring again, heh.." you laughed nervously, darting your eyes to the couch, "Hey, I bought you guys pizza!"

Quickly forgetting the vile imagery of you in his head, he grinned and bounced in the couch excitedly at the thought of his favourite food.

"Aww thanks dudette!" The turtle pulled you into an embrace, freezing as he feels your tits agaisnt his plastron.

Oh what he'd give to breed the fuck out of you right now. ♡

You pull away from the hug after a moment and pat Mikey on his head. "I'm gonna go hang out with Donnie in the lab, cya man!" Yeah that's probably be best for your safety anyway. Michealangelo doesn't think he could hold himself back much longer.

"Cya later dudette!" He waved at you as you left the living room, leaving him alone with his thoughts once more.

Oh.

And a box of pizza!

Whew. That took a lot out of me to finish 👁👁

Alright I hope y'all enjoy lmfao

walk me home (tmnt x gender neutral!reader)

haven’t written for the guys in a while and i’m a sucker for hurt/comfort, so here’s the result!

also, this one’s a little hard to tag because you can honestly interpret it however you wish - purely platonic, implications of romance with your favorite turtle, poly!turtles, whatever. enjoy!

You’re kidnapped by the Foot Clan on a sunny Saturday afternoon. 

Snatched off the street, stuffed in an unmarked van and blindfolded, you quickly lose track of where they’re taking you, and your only attempt to glean some information is swiftly discouraged by a fist to your jaw. 

You lose track of time from there, the only information available to you restricted to what you can hear, smell, and feel: the astringent scent of chemicals, the voices of your captors barking orders at each other, the cold concrete of the holding cell you’re tossed into and the scratch of the rope binding your wrists.

Your jaw hurts, the chill of your makeshift cell sinks into your bones and leaves you shivering, but you’re not afraid. Not really. You know the boys will come for you. 

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love's no problem in my hands

includes: barbatos x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: 1.5k | rated g | m.list | cross-posted on ao3

a/n: just had to get this out quick i swear im on hiatus lololol. for @messysketchyobeyme as part of the @omsecretsanta2022 event. i hope you enjoy!!

please reblog <33

Now, he keeps his feelings close to his chest, aware that he’s not the only one who holds them for you. That knowledge should be souring, should bring him to his senses, but it doesn’t. Maybe it’s because of you, because of how you make time for him, make him feel like the only demon in the world when you look at him, make him believe, if only for a second, that impossibilities are possible. Okay, yeah, it’s definitely because of you.

So he holds his feelings, keeps them to himself, and it’s okay. He’s not prone to jealousy, or possessiveness, has learned over the many, many years to be satisfied with what he has, and what he has is more than enough. He has Diavolo and a place in a wonderful community filled with wonderful people, and your friendship, which is more than he could’ve dreamed of.

Barbatos doesn’t know how it started. 

Well, alright, he knows when he first noticed it. But he has a feeling the feelings had been there, building, culminating, for a lot longer than that. 

He first noticed his affection for you on a spring day, one of the warmest the year had seen so far. You’d shed your uniform jacket, rolled up the sleeves, and gone outside during lunch, claiming the quad as your own. Claiming the attention of everyone on the quad. And like moths to a flame, everyone had followed, as they always did. Him included. 

“It feels so nice out,” you’d chirped, face turned up to the non-existent sun, and Barbatos had become aware of a buzz under his skin, a curious warmth that he’d never really felt before. It didn’t take a genius for him to place the feelings, and he accepted them a lot easier than he thought he would, with them clicking into place like the last piece of a previously hidden puzzle. He finally understood what everyone was talking about, finally understood why people were pushed to invent, to create, to conquer in the name of love.

Of course, while he was going through all of these realizations and acceptions, time had moved forward, and you were now surrounded by everyone, with him on the outside, like always, slightly distanced, the few feet like an uncrossable gorge. But you, you with your crooked half-smile and wonderful gleam in your eyes, had looked through, to him, smile somehow widening just for him, and that had made it all okay, made that gorge seem like nothing more than the few feet it actually was.

Now, he keeps his feelings close to his chest, aware that he’s not the only one who holds them for you. That knowledge should be souring, should bring him to his senses, but it doesn’t. Maybe it’s because of you, because of how you make time for him, make him feel like the only demon in the world when you look at him, make him believe, if only for a second, that impossibilities are possible. Okay, yeah, it’s definitely because of you.

So he holds his feelings, keeps them to himself, and it’s okay. He’s not prone to jealousy, or possessiveness, has learned over the many, many years to be satisfied with what he has, and what he has is more than enough. He has Diavolo and a place in a wonderful community filled with wonderful people, and your friendship, which is more than he could’ve dreamed of.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” you tease, poking him lightly with the blunt end of your pencil. He blinks, coming back to himself, coming back to the club meeting, and gives you a half smile. The club was one you both co-ran, some ‘community wellness’ thing that you were a lot more passionate about than he. But he put his everything in it, for you.

“I apologize, I must have been distracted. Remind me of our discussion,” 

“Barbatos? Distracted?” Your face is bright, cheerful. “Who are you and what have you done with the real Barbatos?” 

“Funny, really,” he returns, and the laugh he is gifted with is quickly saved, pressed into the scrapbook of his memories, to be taken out and admired every now and again, treasured close to his chest. 

“Anyway…” you pull him back into the meeting with vigor, with enthusiasm, as with everything you do, and he lets himself be pulled willingly. What a fool he must be, to take the chains from your hand and wrap them around his wrist himself.

Once the meeting is over you check your D.D.D., cursing. He directs an inquisitive look at you, and you grin guiltily. The school is dark, and mostly empty, and it feels like the two of you are the only ones in the world.

“It’s a lot later than I thought it was,” you explain. “Is there any way I can beg a ride off of you? I’d be really thankful.” 

“I suppose,” Barbatos replies, making a show of being long-suffering. You draw out his humor in a way no one else does, and he’s grateful, so immensely grateful, that you see his dry, deadpan remarks for what they are and don’t just think he’s dreadfully boring. 

“Thank you so much!” You squeeze his side in a hug, apparently not feeling the staggering static that emanates from where the two of you touch, that sends shivers of electricity up and down his entire frame. “I owe you one.” 

“You always say that,” he accuses lightly. “At this point, I believe you owe me a lot more than that.” 

“Probably.” You shrug, unrepentant. He really shouldn’t find that shamelessness so charming. 

Being in a car with you is like torture. Torture he can stand, revels in, delights in. 

You’re close, within touching range. Not that he’d ever put his hands on you without your express and explicit permission, but the forced intimacy gets to him. You’re so comfortable in his car, shown by the way you commandeer the radio, the way you dig through his glovebox like it was yours for the taking. 

(Everything of his is yours for the taking, for the having, for the keeping.) 

“What’s this?” you ask, more to yourself than anything, but he looks over anyway. You’ve got a CD in your grip, reading the back. 

“That,” he says, “is my favorite CD. So be careful with it, please.”

“It’s your favorite?” 

He nods, and you give him that crooked smile, ejecting the CD that was in the player, exchanging it out. 

“We don’t have to listen to it,” he tries, and you wave him off. 

“Of course we do! It’s your favorite, and I want to hear it too!” 

 You pull pieces of him to the surface, almost by accident, and he stands there in front of you, exposed. But you’re always careful with the new parts of him that are revealed, treating them as preciously and as kindly as you’d treat an invaluable glass sculpture.

The first track starts and he keeps his gaze on the road, humming along. He can feel your eyes on him, and eventually, eventually gives into the urge to look over, meeting your eyes. 

“I can see why you like it,” you murmur, quiet for once. “It’s very…” you hold the words in your mouth, tasting them, savoring them. “It’s very you.” 

“Thanks, I think.”

“You’re quite welcome.” 

It’s quiet in the car, aside from the CD, of course, but he doesn’t mind the silence. Never has. Others feel it as a pressure, but he doesn’t, and knows, despite your propensity to talk and laugh and be in constant motion, don’t either. It’s a comfort, to be in silence with you. 

The drive to the House of Lamentation takes forever. Isn’t nearly long enough.

When he pulls into the circle drive, past the immaculately pruned bushes and other ostentatious landscaping, he resists the urge to go slower, to coast at a snail’s pace. He’s better than that. Barely. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you say as he pulls to a stop, lowering the volume of the music. “I really appreciate it.” 

“Of course,” he says. “You know me. Barbatos: butler, glorified babysitter, and part-time chauffeur.” 

He’s rewarded again with your laugh, but it fades into something thoughtful, something intimate.

“You’re so much more than that,” you say, and when he looks over at you in muted surprise, you’re not returning his gaze, instead focused somewhere in the far-off distance, maybe in the far-off past. Either way, you blink and come out of it quickly, but don’t take your words back. Instead, you do something, that even with all of his overthinking, his planning, his habit of examining every possibility, he’d never seen coming: 

You lean over and kiss him on the cheek.

Your lips are warm, and dry, and un-lingering. He stares at you in shock as you pull away, heart pounding a mile a minute. 

“Well,” you say with another laugh, much more high-pitched and nervous than the others he’d heard from you, “thanks again. I’ll be going in now.” 

You slide out of his car quickly, crossing the distance between it and the door in seconds. He almost thinks you’re not going to look back, until you do, that damned crooked smile on your lips, fluttering your fingers in a wave, even as embarrassment and joy war in your eyes. 

It takes a long time, too long, for him to pull himself together enough to pull away from the House of Lamentation, and he has to take the most convoluted way home he can think of to fully rid himself of his blush– a herculean task, considering that kiss plays on repeat in his head, the memory of your smile almost tangible. Who would have thought a simple kiss on the cheek would have been enough to bring the always-composed, always-distant Barbatos back down to the realm of unstoppable, human emotion?

Maybe you returning his feelings isn’t as far-fetched a possibility as he’d thought. 

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𝟑:𝟑𝟑 𝐀𝐌 | 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋'𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

cw. f!reader, demon form!beel, size difference, dubcon, pussyjob, multiple orgasms, creampie, belly bulge 

an. since season two is coming out and i missed beel and i’m tired of reading him portrayed as a “pure angel" 

he doesn’t know if that is love.

he knows you make his heart beat fast every time he sees you; he knows his palms start to sweat when he watches you smile at men who are not him; he knows his stomach stops growling when your eyes meet by sheer coincidence and he knows his cock gets hard when he watches you sleep, hiding in the darkness of your bedroom.

he asked so many permissions to come to the human world, just for you.

he followed you around town while you ran errands in that nice short sundress and picturing how you were wearing nothing underneath. he’d learned the streets and routes you took when you went out shopping with your friends, the stores you liked best, the dishes you preferred to eat when you went out to lunch with them, the drinks you loved to sip on warm afternoons. he watched as you turned away men who approached you on the way home, the ones who whistled at you — and hell, he would have loved so much to step in and break their neck but it was too soon.

the way you smiled at some of them pissed him off. your smiles should have been just for him, not for men who wouldn’t even know how to treat a woman like you.

men who wouldn’t even know how to make you pleasure and satisfy. not the way he could.

when in the middle of the night you feel yourself being dragged out of your bed by a strange presence your first thought is that you might be dreaming. but the grip on your hips was too strong for it to be a dream.

the demon easily lifts you by the waist. he rips off your panties with his thick fingers, his chest is hard as he pulls you toward him, and a thick cock begins to rub between your folds.

“i’m gonna make you feel good,” he coos in your ear, “just … be a good girl.”

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Anything For You - Yandere!Yuta X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Smut (Very Passionate, Much Desire)

Pairing: Yuta X Reader

Words: 23,040

Warnings: Minor Fatphobia, Self-Esteem Issues, a long ass rant about beauty standards, mentions of mental health and a brief mention of suicide (in passing, really), a few instances that could be interpreted as eating disorders. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I am both super excited and nervous about this one! I will say, I am really proud with how this one turned out, and as this is the third time I am writing this post out, I really hope it works this time lol. I do apologize for taking so long to post, it turned out way longer than I anticipated, but I think it’s well worth the wait. I do not think Yuta would ever act like this, this is just my interpretation of the archetype (and also a very self indulgent fic). As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

Disclaimer: Everyone has their own definition of what they consider to be chubby. As a chubby person myself, I kept this in mind while writing, and did my best not to incorporate specific markers on the OC’s appearance. Just know that while there aren’t many explicit physical markers of the how chubby the reader is (other than the mention of plush thighs once, I think), this fic is meant to be read with the intention that the reader is chubby. Does this mean you cannot read this fic if you are not chubby or do not consider yourself chubby? Of course not!! I just thought that this was important to let you know. I also 1000% do not condone yandere behaviour.

This one is for the ones who feel like they cannot fit into a certain ideal or beauty standard society has deemed the norm. This one is for the ones that have felt, or continue to feel unworthy or deserving of love because of their weight, and/or how they look. This is for anyone who needs it.

This one’s for me.

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Can you do #46 for Raphael?

I most certainly can!

"They're gonna hear us." "Then I guess you better be quiet."

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

This was a bad idea.

Well it was also a very very good idea, but still terribly bad.

Staying up with Raphael was always a fun time, it finally meant some alone time once everyone would settle into their beds. Sure enough the hush conversation the two of you were having on couch in the living room had turned into some kissing.

Which eventually turned into a full blown make out session.

You could kiss Raph all day and night, amongst other things. As he kissed you, a slow sensual lip lock, you felt that large wandering hand of his slide onto your inner thigh. He more than felt your breath hitch against your lips. With a confident smirk against your lips you felt your cheeks flush crimson, just the color he loves so much on you. Slowly, feather like much to your enjoyment, he set about dropping soft chaste kisses across your jaw.

Just as that hand made a dangerous path upwards.

Your eyes find the nearest door in your sights and it no less belongs to the resident insomniac of the family. “Raph?” Your hushed albeit breathless voice feels too loud to you in the dark and quiet living area. You felt that treacherous voice of his close to your pulse point, an embarrassing gush of warmth pooling in your underwear. “What baby?” It was soft and smooth against your neck but it’s teasing undertone was very much there. He pressed a palm to your clothed sex, reveling in your much sharper intake of breath. Your eyes still stayed where the lab was.

“Your brother” You whispered with more urgency, even if your legs were spreading.

“Mikey sleeps like the dead,” He gently bit at your neck but you shook your head.

“No no the other one-“ Your eyes rolled back when you felt him sneak a finger into the pant leg of your sleep shorts and find your core.

“Leo? He ain’t waking up” Raph felt your hands smack his arm and then point towards the lab, you were too busy bitting your lower lip to speak. “Donnie? You worried he’s gonna catch us?” He wanted to truly laugh but he muffled said guffaws against your neck.

“He’s totally awake and you know it” It was a breathless reply, your tone going up before you slapped a hand over your mouth. The red banded brute had chosen to slip a thick digit into your heat. “He barely sleeps but he lives in there so we’re good” He licked the spot he bit on your neck before finding your lips and kissing them slowly, just as he hooked a finger and threw a breathy moan from you. There was simply no way you were going to be able to remain silent during this.

Even as a mischievous grin spread across Raph’s scarred lips.

Removing his finger from you, and highly enjoying your needy moan at the loss, he licked it clean. He got off the sofa and knelt in front of you.

Oh hell no.

“Turn around and bend over the couch” He grinned and even in the dimly lit space you could tell he was trying really hard not to laugh at your expense. You nudged him with your foot, barely moving him, but he grabbed your ankle. Fingers played with your skin, and just to drive his point further he placed a kiss on your knee.

“They’re gonna hear us” Was all your quiet suffering voice could manage.

Raph chuckled, large hand massaging your calf. “Then I guess you better be quiet”

You swallowed, another surge of heat filling you up as you got into position. On your knees with your arms resting on the back of the couch you watched the soft lighting in the lab. What if he came out to get a coffee? Or a snack? Or simply because this is home too. Just as nerves began to hit, you felt Raph slide your shorts down and a very enticing sigh left him.

You would kill Donnie if he came out now, you’d throttle him for sure.

Right now this is all your mind could concentrate on. A breathy ‘fuuuck’ that was whispered against your most intimate of places. Those very large hands of his you could never get enough landed on your cheeks, spreading them to his desire and soon enough to felt his hot breath against your folds. He gave a teasing flick of his tongue, enjoying the way you jumped a little. A few more teasing licks just for his own personal greed and enjoyment and you felt his full lips around the sensitive nub. He straight up kissed it, thankful of the meal he was about feast upon.

Meanwhile you where about bite your tongue off. Raph and you have always been vocal so keeping quiet was a true test of abilities, and right now he had the advantage of having his face buried in you.

You bit your forearm, thighs already shaky as he worked you over, tongue dipping into your folds with a groan. For Raph all he cared about was the taste of you, your scent engulfing him and the shudder he get your body give when his tongue dipped inside of you. A deep rumbling churr vibrated against your most intimate of parts, the very sensation of it making a much louder mewl escape you. You covered your mouth, eyes wide as you prayed that nobody had heard that. Raph couldn’t withstand the urge, drinking you like this, having you trying to hold back the desperate sounds of your pleasure. His already throbbing cock was proving to be a distraction, slipping a hand into his own shorts he gripped his hard length and pumped.

That itself made him moan against your cunt, tongue lapping greedily as you began to love your hips seeking more friction. The slick covering his hand wasn’t as good as your own, the way you engulfed him so perfectly and tight.

He needed you.

Flicking his tongue faster he felt you go rigid, thighs shaking and a gush of something so deliciously good hit his tongue. Whenever you came like this, breath still and body trembling, he loved it. Raphael ended your perfect torment with one last long lick.

As you recovered, more red faced than usual from holding in your sounds, you felt his hands travel up your body and grip your breasts. “How ‘bout we see just how quiet ya can be?” You felt him grin against your back.

“There’s no fucking way-“ You barely could finish your sentence when you felt him press up against you, that thick length of his making you whimper. He entered you like that, slow and steady. That first thrust only served to test your abilities to remain silent.

When he picked up speed, slamming into you in quick short thrusts you covered your mouth in hopes to quiet your increasing moans.

But you knew full well that wasn’t going to work for the rest of the night.

Freaky Ahhhh Headcanons

Wally Clark x AFAB!Reader

Warings: This is just pure smut. Oral (both giving and receiving) Overstimulation. Face sitting. Public Exhibition. Slight Dacryphilia. Kinda Rough. I think that's it.

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This man is a Freak with a capital F. Jaw dropping, eyes rolling back, sheet grabbing, pantie dropping, pussy dripping freak. 

Munch Munch Munch, idc if it's an outdated term it’s the only way i can describe him. He’d have you on your back or stomach for hours while he lays between your legs. He won't stop until you’re begging and crying for mercy. (I need a lobotomy)

With that being said he would beg you to sit on his face. He doesn't care how light or heavy you are, he needs your full weight pressed against him while he eats you out from below. He’d make a complete mess of you. Have you doubled over, body limp as you try to pull your hips away only for him to pull you back down begging to make you cum just one more time. 

He’s a romantic but the poor guys been dead for 40 years and there aren't a lot of options in the school so forgive him if he's a little selfish at first. He’d absolutely destroy you, a rough brutal pace while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. 

On that note he's very vocal. Loves telling you how beautiful you are especially when you’re on your knees for him. “Fuck baby, you look so beautiful taking me down your throat like that.” Said as he wipes away the tears gently running down your face. (Again SOMEBODY SEDATE ME)  

After your first time together he wouldn't know how to keep his hands off you. The memory of you beneath him constantly playing on repeat in his mind. 

He loves the idea of showing you off and since the living cant see either of you he uses it to his advantage. He will fuck you anywhere and everywhere. Over a desk in the middle of an active class? Why the hell not? In the pool while the swim teams practicing? He's diving right in. Teachers lounge while the sad sacks sit around drinking coffee? Absolutely. 

Lets not forget about the resets. The body never changes aka infinite energy. Round after round after round. 

(Okay I’m done. I wrote this at work so sorry if it's shitty. Honestly I think I'm losing my mind. Like actually clinically insane. I think it’s time I call my therapist. Happy valentines day 😚 💞)

Heyo! I hope you're doing well! For the new NSFW asks, how about 39: "do you have a mommy kink", "no", "do you want one?" with leonardo, I've been waiting for a mommy kink with leonardo so I figured now would be a good time to ask lol 😂

Y’all heathens have to reignite my “Leo Has A Mommy Kink” debate.

So yes of course I can.

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

There are several aspects about Leo’s life that he quite enjoys keeping private.

You don’t earn the nickname Honor Boy without exactly living up to it. So naturally he doesn’t go about voicing things that needn’t concern his chatty brothers and their abilities for dumb nicknames.

It just doesn’t concern them that he’s, well he’s not the purest of the bunch. So what he likes to blow off steam and said steam requires particular things for it to be blown off. Nobody needs to know how much he’s read up on rope play and shibari (it’s artistic he swears) and nobody needs to know that his own internet history searches could rival that of Donnie.

And nobody needs to know that he may have a slight, tiny, minuscule, itty bitty mommy kink.

He feels his neck already all hot and sweaty when it comes to you, so it was quite uncalled for (in his mind) for you to talk kinks with him one late night in his room. Because contrary to Donnie who isn’t ashamed of his likes, Leo is still working through that. He doesn’t know how exactly to voice it, he isn’t stoked about sitting down with Donnie (who would be the most understanding) because he’s a little repressed to this day.

But you’re much more open, shameless and so nonchalant about it. He quite envies it to be honest, how you can laugh and giggle your way through a list you found online and have been reading to him about kinks.

And yes Leo’s laughed too, some of them sound so bizarre and not in the least bit appealing.

And yes he’s tried not to look too shameful about knowing some that you’ve never heard of.

“People really make a kink for anything, I bet there’s somebody right now inventing a new one” You scrolled on your phone, grinning when you landed on one in particular you knew all too well. You sat up a little straighter on Leo’s bed and cleared your throat.

“Daddy kink? Does is spark joy or not?” You gave your best game show voice and Leo shook his head with a chuckle. “I dunno, not really, there’s better authoritative names” He clears his throat, trying not to allude too much to what would end him if a girl ever said it to him.

“I suppose you’re on to something there, I’m either or, maybe in the heat of the moment who knows” You do notice that some of these have probably hit home for him, he had been a little more talkative before but as the list progressed, the more shy he got.

Something about that makes you so astonishingly delighted.

“Once a guy called me Mommy and I have to say, awakened something in me” You studied his reaction, Leo swallowed and did not in anyways let his eye stray towards you.

Oh boy.

“Do you have a mommy kink?” You flat out asked him, grinning. Leo kept his eyes anywhere but on you.

“No” With just a little more conviction he could’ve made it believable the poor soul.

“Do you want one?” You ask him with every seductive incentive that only serves for Leo to swallow.

You sit up on your knees and rest your hands on his shoulders, Leo can’t really stay with his eyes glued to one of his bonsais forever, so he caves.

Oh god does he cave.

“What’s wrong sweet boy?” You coo at him, hands running up his hot neck and resting on his cheeks. “Is my precious little boy embarrassed?” You caress his cheek, even going so far as to adjust his mask and Leo feels like he’s going to scream because blood rushing to places it shouldn’t right now.

“It’s ok, mommy’s goodest boy doesn’t have to be embarrassed about anything, yeah?” And you have to bite your lip from smiling so much when Leo honest to god shakes his head at your inquiry. You thumb his bottom lip and lean in close enough to feel his warm breath. “Have you been good? Have you been the most good boy for me?” You watch his tongue dart out to lick his dry lips as he nods.

The surge of power that shoots through your veins, it was definitely something you us become a fan of. But Leo’s reaction had been way more entertaining than that of your old flame. Your eyes landed on his lap, clearly this had pulled a very interesting reaction out of him. “Tsk tsk, did I say you could get excited?” You chastised him, tapping his lips with your finger.

How the night shifted to this was beyond Leo, he was lost in the mood, in the heat behind your words and there was no way he could stop his cock from filling up due to it. A part of him wanted to be embarrassed, he considers himself such a strong willed person, not easily cracked but yet here you were making putty out of him with such sweet words. You leaned in, voice a whisper. “Are you okay with this? Want me to stop?” You wanted to check in after all, but you would not continue if this was overstepping any boundaries with him.

Leo took a shuddering breath.

“No...mommy”

You bit the inside of your cheek, that shouldn’t have made you so hot. With a soft fingertip to the middle of his plastron, you followed a path downwards toward his already tenting shorts. You heard him gulp and once your hand was inside you gripped him with every intention of making squirm.

And messy.

Because Leo has to appreciate some messes.

“You’re such a good boy, my good blue boy” You jerked his cock slowly, each pump deliberate with the goal of hearing him struggle to autores a noise. A strong hand found your thigh and gripped it, several choked moans and whines escaping him. Pressing your lips to his cheek you hushed him, you kissed the spot just as you began to speed up your movements. Leo’s hips wanted to buck up into your tight grip, he felt your lips travel towards his ear and a smug tone that only served to make his cock leak. “Who has a mommy kink after all?” Oh he would’ve crawled into a hole and the way you giggled only made the situation worse.

He felt himself cum without warning, which only made the situation even more amusing for you, some of it shot up towards your shirt as you kept pumping. Leo didn’t even know if he could muffle his sounds more by. “Messy messy, you ruined mommy’s shirt” You grinned, still lazily stroking him as he slumped back against the pillows. His soft blue eyes found yours, if he could turn red he would’ve been by, you leaned down and kissed him.

As you pulled away, Leo gently reached for your stained hand and brought it towards his lips.

“May I clean my mess up...mommy?”

You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded.

Oh this would be such a fun new thing for the two of you and even as Leo (embarrassed to high end but still greatly enjoying himself) licked your fingers and palm of his own cum, he knew as well that maybe sharing his likes wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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