#he means to me 💝💕

[jone3y]

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[sunsetsandsunshine]

If I may request a Rise fic!! I’m a huge sucker for comfort/cheer up tickles, so could you possibly write a disaster twins fic with Lee Leo and Ler Donnie where Leo’s been having a pretty bad day (because of what is your choice!) and ends up feeling self conscious about himself and stuff, so Donnie decides to cheer up his twin!! Please don’t feel rushed and make sure you’re taking care of yourself ^_^

~ 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜!!! ~

💜💙 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 💜💙

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙼𝚂𝙺𝙽𝚂𝙽𝙺𝙼𝙳𝙽𝚂𝙹 𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙾𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄. 𝙶𝙴𝚃. 𝙼𝙴!!! 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚑𝚑𝚑𝚑𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝙹𝙰𝙼!!! 𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜…𝙶𝚘𝚍, 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢..𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎??? 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!!!˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟺,𝟹𝟿𝟺

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙳𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍…𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝…𝙱𝚞𝚝 *𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙼* 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘��𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜:  @shut-up-jo @itzsana-kiddingmenow @aceofspades-doodles @ziipzeepzop-eez

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙰𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔!!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚣𝚢…

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙷𝙴𝙴 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 🕺🏾✨💞🎶˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me again.” Leo grumbled under his breath as he rested his mouth on his palm, glancing away from his brother as he sighed loudly. 

“Well maybe if you weren’t so fucking reckless I wouldn’t need to.” Donnie growled lowly, glaring down at his twin.

“I’m not a baby, Don. I don’t need to be supervised like I’m some bomb triggered to explode.” The younger said in exasperation, lying down on his bed whilst grabbing a comic book to read off of his desk.

If Leo was going to be told off and scolded by his dear beloved brow-loving brother, he should at least have something to occupy himself with in the meanwhile. 

The softshell groaned eternally at his little brother’s action, quickly snatching the piece of literature out of the other’s hands and throwing it effortlessly to the ground. 

Uninterested lime green eyes locked with a determined yet fierce light golden, both of them refusing to look away or blink to show their dominance.

But after a while, the red eared slider grew more impatient, looking away again as he picked a hangnail on his thumb, “If you’re going to yell at me, can you just get it over with? I saw a reddit post predicting what’s going to happen in The Umbrella Academy season four and I need to read it.” 

“You can read that later, Nardo. I promise you, that reddit post isn’t going to fly away.” The elder said as he pinched the bridge of his snout, “What I need you to do right now is acknowledge what you did today was stupid, alright?” 

Leo looked away from his older brother, scoffing lightly, “I do stupid things all the time. What stupid action of mine are you wanting to scream at me for this time?” 

The softshell turtle took a couple deep breaths at that comment, drumming his fingers on his left arm in a soothing motion because he was NOT going to give into the urge of strangling his twin brother…

…No matter how much he deserved it.

“I’m not planning on screaming at you— that won’t help anyone or anything.” The purple banded turtle explained calmly…but you could see and tell he was starting to lose his paitence. 

“But you want to.” The red eared slider pressed on. 

“Leo…please. I don’t want to argue right now.” 

“We’re not arguing. We’re just kindly discussing my oh-so stupid descision that unfolded earlier today, right?” The younger twin smirked smugly, his eyes locking once again with his brother. 

When it came to arguments, the leader in blue always had this wonderful tactic to avoiding things: attempting to annoy the other person so much that they drop the subject they wanted to discuss with him completely.

It always worked with Raph…which the red eared slider didn’t know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

But the only downside of doing this tactic was his dumb twin saw right through it…

…And Leonardo despised it. 

“Nardo…you know what I’m referring to. And stop picking, please. Your going to hurt yourself.” The older attempted to say in a tranquil voice, but it personally just sounded like he was one second away from losing. his. shell.

“I sadly do not know what your referring to.” The blue cladded teen said coyly, picking on his hangnail more desperately now, “Care to enlighten me, Tello?” 

Donnie’s expression hardened ever so slightly at his younger brother’s absolute persistence on annoying him out of his right mind so he could eventually drop the subject…but the softshell turtle was not budging.

His twin would have to try way harder than that.

“I’d love to.” The light golden eyed mutant said in a fake sweet tone as he walked over to lean his shell on Leo’s closed door, crossing his arms in disaproval. The elder grabbed his brother’s sword, planting it right next to his foot so the blue banded turtle couldn’t reach for it. 

The red eared slider’s cocky grin turned to a small grimace (shake) as he soon came to terms with what his older brother was doing…

…He physically could not leave from this conversation…literally.

Leonardo crossed his arms, trying to mimick the other’s serious demeanor but was only met with an icy glare in return. 

“What you did during today’s mission was completley reckless and idiotic, Leonardo…and you know it.” The second oldest said, “I had that thug exactly where I wanted him but noooooo. Because you saw me trip you thought it would be a spectacular idea to throw yourself on top of me as that hooligan tried to hit me with his bat!!” Donatello seethed. 

“We’ve been over this multiple times, Leo! There was no reason for you to do that!” The light golden eyed teen yelled, his glare only hardening more as he saw the younger stuttering over his words to try to defend himself.

“I’m not done.” The taller teen growled, all of his calmness and collectiveness thrown completley out of the window.

The slider slightly flinched (which went un-noticed by the other) at his brother’s genuine angry tone, his left leg fidgeting and bouncing up and down like crazy. 

His tactic was really starting to not work in his favour at all…

“Just…stop putting yourself in the middle of danger like you’re just expecting the rest of us to just watch. We’re your family…and most importantly, we can defend ourselves just fine.” 

“Well ihisn’t that hypocritic!” Leonardo scoffed before creasing his eye ridges together in genuine confusion, mumbling to himself, “Hyp…uh…hypocrotic? Hyp…Hypocratic…?” 

“Hypocritical?” The older deadpanned.

“YES! THAT WORD!” Leo said, “When we were fighting Kraang Prime on the ship and he went to take a blow at Mikey…what did you do?”

Donatello scowled, his eyes not leaving his twin, “…I went in front of him and shielded him with my mystic tech.”

“Exactly.” The lime green eyed mutant scoffed, “And how is that any different from what I did, hm?”

“BECAUSE I HAD A PLAN!!!” Donatello shouted, “I planned to accordingly go in front of Mikey so my sheild could protect both him and me. Did it end up turning out perfect? Fuck no. Kraang Prime slashed right through it and me and Mikey went tumbling towards the ground…” The glasses wielding teen said through clenched teeth. 

The light golden eyed teen rubbed his face tiredly, his hands clenching and unclenching in frustration, “But I had a plan. You on the other hand, just zoomed recklessly on top of me and hoped for the best.”

“…I saved you, didn’t I…?” The younger twin mumbled out meekly, causing Donatello’s blood to absolutley boil. 

“That’s not the point!!!” The elder said as he clenched his hands at his sides again.

“Then what is?!” Leo said desperately, “Because from the looks of it, it just seems like you want to yell at me for just doing my job.” 

Leonardo pulled on his mask tails anxiously, trying to calm himself down but ultimately just making himself feel worse by doing the action, “I’ve been trying to be a better leader—“

“Leo—“

“—For you and Mikey and April and Raph and Casey and C.J. a-and Dad! But it seems like no matter what the hell I do there’s always something I’m doing WRONG!!!” The younger twin shouted, blinking back tears as he glared at the ground as if it took his Jupiter Jim comic.

Which…it did. The blue banded mutant wanted it back now, actually…

“I saved you! I-I didn’t even get hurt by doing it but somehow there’s an issue…” The lime green eyed teen murmured, both of his legs bouncing up and down as he tugged on his mask tails harder, “There always is…”

“Leonardo can you please just listen to me?” The older twin said in irritation. 

“But Don I’m—“

“No, Leo! Just listen! That’s all you need to do!” Donnie snapped as he cut his brother off, “I don’t want you leaping head first into harms way! At all! Especially if you don’t have a plan!” The softshell turtle exclaimed as he flapped his hands against the side of his thighs, but his eye contanct remaining on his little brother.

“Oho so now you don’t trust me well enough to know that I can handle myself in combat?” Leo said in a last desperate attempt to make his brother drop the conversation.

“I…” The young scientist’s eye twitched, his eyebrows creasing together as he had to physically restrain himself to not beat the ever living crap out of the other teen, “THIS IS NOT ABOUT TRUST, NARDO!” The light golden eyed mutant screamed desperately, his hands flapping faster as the red eared slider shrunk at his usage of tone, “This is about you not even thinking about what would happen to yourself when you do reckless nonsense like this.”

Leo glanced to the side, his eyes watering as he bit the inside of his cheek.

He just wanted to help and be the leader his brother’s deserved…

But he always found a way to fuck it up without even noticing, huh?

"You don't think about what could happen to you and I hate it!” The elder cried, “What would’ve happened if Raph didn’t come behind the guy and knocked him out cold at the last second, huh?! Would you have just stayed right on me as he continued to beat you with his bat?!”

Leonardo bit the inside of his cheek harder, his legs bouncing up and down more as his fingernails dug unforgivingly into his arms, “I-I’m sorry, Donnie—”

“Or would you have tried to fight him instead?! Mind you, you dropped your sword before coming to me so you’d have no weapon to defend yourself.” 

“You don't think about how much it scares me when you do dumb shit like that! I hate seeing you get hurt…I freaking loathe it.” Donnie rested the back of his head on Leo’s door, taking a couple deep breaths and hugging himself in an attempt to calm himself down.

Jeez…when the hell had he started yelling? His throat stung like a bitch now…

And when had he started shaking like a bobby head?!

The older twin’s expression softened, pinching the bridge of his snout once more, “I care about you…so fucking much, okay…?” The purple banded turtle said gently as he gradually started to simmer down and become more calm, “Your my twin…my little brother. And I hate to be repetitive but I-I just despise seeing you hurt…physically or emotionally…so please just…”

The young scientist’s eyes widened, peering down at his brother who did not seem to be following…at all. 

Leo’s eyes were wide as saucers as he hit his arm with his fist repeatedly whilst obviously trying to suck in whatever tears dared to try and escape. 

The taller turtle basically ran to his distressed twin, trying to stop him from harming himself any further but was only met with a low grunt.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Fucking shit. 

Wonderful job, Donatello! You yelled at your brother so much he shut down!

Even though you knew he can’t fucking stand being yelled at and the whole point of you even being here was to explain what he did wrong collectively and calmly because that was the exact oppositeof what Raph does when he’s worried…

But no! You yelled at him anyway.

Wonderful job, Donatello…wonderful. job. 

The older twin sighed sadly, gently grabbing his brother’s wrists so he would stop hitting himself. The two brother’s shared eye contact once again, an unsure lime green meeting an understanding yet uncertain light golden.

“Nardo…” The softshell started, squeezing the other’s hands gently, “…Are you with me, bud…?”

Leo just nodded quietly, squeezing back. 

“God…Nardo I’m so sorry…” The older muttered, “I don’t…I don’t know why the hell I lost my cool like that. I-I’m sorry I yelled. I shouldn’t of yelled…I-I just…” Donatello sighed, squeezing his brother’s hands once again. “I’m not angry with you. I…I was just frustrated.”

“Well, no…let me rephrase: I am angry with you— livid even. You know damn well enough that when you do those kinds of things my heart literally jumps out of my shell. I need you to put into consideration that I would like to live to at least seventy-seven…”

The younger twin giggled wetly, fidgeting with his brother’s fingers as he spoke, “…Why seventy-seven?”

“Albert Einstein died when he was seventy-six…I can and will outlive him.” The light golden eyed teen said matter-of-factly, “But back to what I was initially saying…I know you meant well. You saw that I was in trouble…and you dropped literally everything in order to help me get out of said trouble. You don’t think of what happens to you…you just do it because you’ll know if you do we’ll be alright…”

“I-I just…I just wanted to protect you…I-I just wanted to help…” Leo tried to explain.

“I know. I know, Lee…” Donatello sighed, rubbing the slider’s knuckles gently with his thumb, “But you need to understand that with you trying to protect us that way, your putting us in the same situation your trying to keep us away from.” The elder explained lightly, smiling softly as him and his twin’s forehead’s touched. 

“You’re getting hurt— or at the very least almost getting hurt. We’re feeling the same anguish and guilt you would feel if any of us did that. I get that you want to be a good leader and shit…but you can lead well without doing that…okay?” 

Leo fiddled with the other’s fingers a bit more, his bouncing leg starting to calm a bit, “I’ll…try to be more careful when it comes to me protecting you guys like that. When I see you all in trouble…I just…react. I don’t really care about what happens to me as long as you guys end up okay. But…I’ll try to be more careful. And if I ever end up, like, being a bit too reckless…you can just tell me…deal?”

“Deal.” Donnie nodded, squeezing Leo’s hands one last time before letting go, wiping his twin’s eyes with his hoodie sleeve, “Now please stop crying or you’re going to make me start crying.” 

Leo snorted, examining the other’s now tearing up expression, “I think it’s a bit too late for that…” 

“GAH! FUHUCK!” Donnie cursed, wiping his own eyes as the slider laughed loudly at his exclamation.

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“Leo…don’t you think you’re getting a bit too big for this…?” Donatello grumbled as Leonardo was on his lap, getting all nice and comfy as he rested his chin on the older’s shoulder. “Noooope.” Leo drawed out, making a dramatic popping noise at the end of the 'p', “'Sides, this is what you get for making me emo earlier.”

“…I said I was sorry…I didn’t mean to shout at you like that. I was just concerned…” 

“I know that, you worrywart. I was just kidding.” The lime green eyed teen said lovingly, squishing his brother into a tighter embrace. The older let out a short shriek at the hug but of course didn’t mind the other being so clingy. 

If the young scientist really and truly did mind? Leo would’ve been pushed to the floor by now. 

The two twins shared a comfortable silence…well…a semi-comfortable silence.

The purple banded teen felt…off. His younger brother had this…look in his eyes; like he wanted to say something but was afraid of what Donnie would say or how Donnie would react.

Which was so damn dumb Donatello didn’t even know how to explain it.

“…There’s something else on your mind.” The taller turtle hummed, his suspicions only rising as the other glanced to the side. “Uhm…no there isn’t. See? This is why I call you a worrywart.” Leonardo said, tapping his fingers on his thigh nervously. 

Very convincing Leo…very convincing.

“Don’t even try lying to me, Leon. My older brother and twin senses are tingling. You can’t argue against that kind of logic.” The scientist said matter-of-factly. 

“What are you, Spiderman?” The younger snorted. 

“We shall never know.” The older shrugged, a small smile spreading to his face as he saw the other snort softly at his statement, “Now stop deflecting. Spill.” 

“…Can you…adjust my elbow braces…?” The red eared slider muttered.

“…Why can’t you do it?” The other questioned. Not in a malicious way; he was just genuinely curious. 

“I like it when you do it. You make it more firm, y'know?” The blue banded turtle whined dramatically, “Pleeeeeease?”

“Ugh, Jesus— fine. But drop the pout…you look ridiculous.” The taller mutant sighed, lightly grabbing his brother’s arm as he readjusted the braces. 

The purple banded turtle meticulously took off the other’s left arm brace, tracing his twin’s elbow to make sure it was healing correctly— which the slider couldn’t help but wriggle slightly to.

As the older twin put the brace back on, he looked at the other turtle in complete worry, “…Why are you squirming around so much?” Donatello asked in confusion. 

“…No reason.” Leonardo stated, but let out a tiny squeak as Donnie lightly pinched his forearm. 

“Yohou okay…?” The glasses wielding mutant giggled.   

“I-I’m fihine!” The smaller turtle insisted, covering his mouth as he let out a loud shriek in result to his brother now lightly scribbling his forearm. “EEEEE! P-Plehease moohoove yohour hahahand!!” The younger sputtered out, hiding his face in the crook of the scientist’s neck which the older turtle couldn’t help but let his heart melt to.

“Oh.” Donatello hummed, biting back an amused laugh, “Sorry. Sometimes I forget how ticklish you are…”

“Snrt I-Ihihi’m nahat ticklish. I juhust don’t wahant your hand thehere…” 

And isn’t that quaint. 

If Donnie had a penny for every time Leo said he 'wasn’t ticklish', the softshell would be richer than Elon Musk.

“…Right. So…you wouldn’t mind me doing this then?” The young genius mused as he scribbled one hand over his twin’s ribs. “EEEEHEH! Duhuhude noHOH!! F-Fuhuck yohou!” The younger twin managed through his small giggles, pushing on his brother’s plastron to try and escape while he still could.

The elder laughed fondly at his little brother’s futile actions, hugging him closer as he lightly tickled him, “Nahardo! My brohohother in Christ gehet back here or you’re gohoing to fahall off of the bed!

“N-NOHO!! LEHET ME GO!” The lime green eyed teen screeched loudly, kicking his legs and pushing even harder on the other’s plastron, his eye’s widening in panic as his older brother casually lifted him up and pinned his arms above his head, his plastron now facing up on the bed.

Eugh boy…

Donnie grinned, sitting on the other’s thighs as he wiggled his unoccupied fingers in the air near the slider’s side, “That’s better~!”

“WAHAIT WAHAHAIT snrt PLEHEASE DEEHEE!!” The red eared slider cried, kicking his legs from underneath the scientist.

If he was going to go down…he would at least go down fighting. 

“I haven’t even touched you yet, you goof…” The older twin chuckled. 

“B-BUHUT YOHOUR GOHOHONNA!” 

“'Gonna' what, exactly?”

“TihiHICKLE ME!!” 

“Tickle you? Well, why didn’t you just say so in the first place?” Donatello snickered, using his free hand to skitter his fingers along the crook’s of the younger’s neck. 

The blue banded turtle squealed, shaking his head back in forth whilst scrunching his shoulders, “GAHaha— snrt EEEEHEEHEH oho cohome snrt OHAHAN!!” 

“What’s wrong, Leo? I thought you said you weren’t ticklish~?” The older teased.

“Snrt STHDHAHAH! Shuhut UP! IHI’M naHAT!” The younger shouted, tugging and pulling his arms to try and get his hand’s free from the other’s grasp. Donnie just laughed softly at the action, wiggling his fingers above his little brother’s stomach. 

The lime green eyed teen’s eyes widened in panic, thrashing in the hold to try and loosen his brother’s grip but the purple banded turtle did not budge even a smidge. 

Leo’s laughs became more giddy and loud as he continued to squirm, small squeals and snorts escaping his beak as his twin brother’s hand went sloooooowly to his stomach. 

“N-NOHO NONONONO DAHA— snrt DOHON!!” The smaller turtle snorted, hiding his face in the side of his arm which Donnie couldn’t help but giggle to. 

The light golden eyed mutant rested his hand on the slider’s plastron, making the younger turtle’s laugh raise almost a thousand octaves. 

“DOHON’T snrt DOHON’T DOHOHON’T snrt YOU DARE!! YOHOUR SOHO MEEHEEHEEAN!!” Leonardo whined, hiding deeper into his arm and becoming a giggly flustered mess.

The older twin shook his head fondly at his little brother’s embarrassed state, taking the opportunity to tickle the younger’s stomach while he wasn’t looking. 

Leo let out a loud scream, descending into high-pitched cackles as even louder snorts followed, “HAHAHAHELP!! IHI’M SNRT BEEHEEING SLAHAHAUTERED!!” 

“I’m quite literally only using one hand, Nardo. Stop being dramatic.” The light golden eyed teen mused whilst watching his brother snort and squirm, “And here I thought I was the dancer of the family. Look at you! You’re making up a whole dance routine right now!” He said as he let go of Leo, crossing his arms in amusement. 

“S-Shuhuhut snrt up…” The younger twin wheezed out, hugging his middles as he playfully glared at his purple loving brother. 

Then, a lightbulb went on in the scientist’s brain, a smug smile spreading to his face, “Hm…you know, Lee—”

“Dohont call snrt me thahat!” Leo giggly interupted. 

“Uh-huh. Well, Lee…did you know that the underarms are one of the warmest places on the human body?” The scientist said. 

The lime green eyed mutant cocked his head to the side in confusion, “Soho?” 

“Soooo my hands are cold. Very cold, in fact. I’d be forever in your debt if you could—”

“NO! NONOHO WAHAY IN HEHELL! G-GOHO AWAHAHAY!” Leo squealed, reaching for his brother’s wrists as the elder tried to tickle his neck once again.

Sigh…Leonardo made this too damn easy sometimes.

The glasses wielding teen wasn’t just going to miss this oh-so-definetly-not-planned opportunity! The softshell scribbled his fingers along the slider’s underarms, making the younger let out a loud squawk as he shot his arms down. 

“NAHAH AHAHAHA— snrt GEHET THEHE HEHELL OHAHA— snrt OHOHOUT!!” Leonardo cried while banging his heels on the bed. 

“What~?” Donnie hummed inocently. 

“GEHEHET AHA— snrt GEHET. OHOUT. OHOF THEHEHERE!”

“Awe…why~?”

“BEEHEECAUSE IHIT’S SOHO BAHAHAD!!!” 

“And?” Donnie chuckled, “That sounds like a you problem, little brother.” 

“AHHHAHA— snrt GAHAHAD FUHUCK YOHOU!!!”

“Pardon…what was that?” Donnie questioned as he pinched where Leo’s hip met his thigh. “N-NONO— snrt NAHAHAH!! I CAN’T— snrt PLEHEHEASE I’M snrt SORRY!! I-IHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAHCK!!” 

“Nah…I think I’ll just stay riiiiight here for a bit…” The taller turtle smiled, using both of his hands now to tickle Leo into a laughing and snorting blob.

The younger weakly hit his big brother’s arms, throwing his head back as he squeezed his eyes completely shut. 

“…And you know what, Lee~?” 

“WHAHAHAT NOW?!” 

“I’m feeling…kind of famished.” The elder mused, his smile almost looking like the signature Joker’s as he saw his younger brother’s face pale. 

Leonardo scrambled to sit up, fighting with his brother’s arms as he giggly protested, “PLAHA— snrt PLAHAHEASE! PLEHEASE snrt D-DOHON’T!!” 

Donnie pinched his brother’s thighs unforgivingly, “You should have thought about that before yapping such ill nonsense about yourself.”

“WHAHA— snrt WHAHAHA— snrt WHAHAT DIHID snrt IHIHI snrt EVEN SAHAHAY?!” The lime green eyed turtle cackled, flapping his hands on the mattress. 

It took literally everything in the older twin not to coo his baby brother’s adorable actions; instead, he lightly moved Leo’s hands away, smiling evily as he lowered his head to the other’s plastron, “You don’t even know. Guess you really want this, huh~?” 

The blue banded teen kicked his knees into his brother’s shoulders and shell, throwing his head back in complete hysterics whilst waiting for him complete and utter demise. 

The softshell wasted no time blowing raspberries after raspberries in the middle of his younger’s stomach, making sure to move the other’s hands away any time he tried to push at the young genius’ head. 

Donnie didn’t feel like getting brain damage after all.

Plus, he had his signature glasses ᴅᴏɴᴀᴛᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛᴍ on! And those were trademarked…as you can wonderfully see. 

“God…can you get more ticklish?” Donatello giggled, squeezing and squishing the red eared slider’s knees with one hand and scribbling his sides with the other whilst contuinung to raspberry Leo’s stomach. 

“DEEHEE DEEHEEHEE SNRT PLEHEHEASE!!! IHI SNRT DAHAHAH— SNRT DAHA— SNRT DAHUNNO!!” The smaller turtle screamed, happy stimming with his arms on the taller twin’s shoulder.

Donnie couldn’t help but chuckle, deciding to show his twin a tad bit of mercy as he nibbled his stomach lightly. 

The slider let out bloody murder from his beak, happy tears threatening to fall from his eyes as his bubbly cackles and snorts bounced off the walls of his room.

“Jeez…I think Peppa Pig has some competition, huh~?” The light golden eyed mutant snickered.

“PLEHEHEASE!! TEHEHELLO SNRT IHI’M GOH— SNRT GOHOHA— AHAHA SNRT MYHYHY SNRTGAHAHAHAD!!!” The smaller teen pleaded.

“Do you promise to stop putting yourself in between danger and your family?” The older hummed. 

“YEHEHES!!” The younger cried loudly.

“Do you promise to go easier on yourself?” 

“YAHA— SNRT YAHA— SNRT YEHEHES!!!”

“Do you promise to accept your doing an amazing job as leader and we all love you—”

“MY SNRT FUHUHUCKING SNRT GAHAHAD!!! IHIHI SNRT GEHET IT!!” Leonardo shouted, his blush now completley blending into the red stripes on his face. 

The softshell turtle got off of the other, sitting next to his little brother as his little brother in question hugged his middles and giggled tiredly. 

“Y-Yohou could ohof juhuhust sahaid ahall of thahat wihihithout tickling meeheee…” The younger grumbled despite the evident smile on his face.

“And where’s the fun in that?” Donnie smiled back, his expression softening as Leo got up and leaned against him softly. The older wraped an arm around the younger’s shoulder, pulling him closer into a warm, protective gesture. 

“Ahand would yohohou look ahat that! Ihi got yohour emo bahad boy ahahass to smile todahay. Your eheeven hugging me~!” The blue banded leader spoke softly, his voice filled with affection as he poked his twin’s forehead cheekily. 

“You tell anyone that and I will not hesitate to deny that extremely untrue statement.” The scientist huffed, rolling his eyes fondly as his smile spread.

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

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I know Izzy fans are eating GOOD right now after watching this scene. 😭

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Where’s the dog !

POV: Fem!Reader & Damian Wayne Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff | Humor | Chaos | Domestic Softness Featuring: Titus Word Count: 1K .Taglist🏷️: @simpingmyassoff , @shootingstargirl2001 (if you want to be added,comment down below!) requested by: @simpingmyassoff sorry it took long!!! I was finishing classes A/N: English isn't my first lenguage,enjoy! ! ! A/N 2: It's kind of inspired in how @fromdove (💕💞💓💗💖💘💝) writes damian. . .,please GO CHECK HER BLOG ! ! ! !

“He hid again,didn’t he?” 

‘’Pffft– what? Of course not!”

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POV: You

Dog-sitting Titus should be easy. I mean, come on. He’s a dog. A big dog, sure, but mostly a big, fluffy, lovable dog who just wants to nap, chew his squeaky toys, and occasionally judge me for my lack of treats.

I’d done this countless times before. Titus stayed with me while Damian was off doing who-knows-what, and I’d happily take care of the giant fluffball. Feed him, walk him, throw his favorite toy until he got tired, repeat.

Simple.

Today was supposed to be just another normal Titus-sitting day.

And yet here I was, standing in my living room with my hands on my hips, heart thumping, and pillows thrown all over the floor like a tornado had hit my apartment.

Because Titus had vanished.

Literally.

It started an hour ago. I was cleaning up after one of Titus’s enthusiastic toy-chasing sessions, when I glanced around and noticed he wasn’t at his usual spot by the couch. No gentle snoring. No wagging tail brushing against the carpet.

Nothing.

That’s when my phone buzzed.

Lil’ Bratman 🦇:  I’m on my way to pick up Titus.

Oh great.

Great.

Because Titus was nowhere to be found.

“Okay,” I muttered, dropping onto my knees, scanning the floor for any signs of him. “Keep calm. He’s probably hiding. He loves hiding.”

Except that usually, when Titus hid, I could hear him. His nails tap-tap-tapping on the hardwood, or the faint squeak of his favorite red toy being tossed around. This time? Silence.

And the clock was ticking.

Damian’s text came again.

Lil’ Bratman 🦇: I’m five minutes away.

I was about to text back a frantic, “Hey baby! Um…I think I lost your dog,don’t kill me. xoxo” but I knew that would only make things worse. Damian’s eyebrow raise would be legendary.

No. I had to find Titus before Damian showed up.

So I launched into full search mode.

First, the couch cushions. I flipped and dug through every crevice, fishing out dust bunnies and a couple of crumbs, but no Titus.

Next, under the coffee table. No wagging tail. No big eyes staring at me.

“Come on, Titus,” I whispered, voice catching. “Please don’t make me look bad in front of Damian.”

I moved to the kitchen, thinking maybe he was trying to steal some snacks, but no. Empty floors.

The balcony door was closed, so no chance he escaped outside — plus, I was pretty sure he’d never survive the drop without some serious bat-gadgets.

Then I heard it. The tiniest squeak.

My heart jumped.

Titus’s toy.

I followed the sound, creeping around my bookshelf — and suddenly, there he was.

Curled up in the tiniest corner behind the books, happily gnawing on his red squeaky toy like it was the best thing in the world.

Oh my god.

Relief slammed through me in a tidal wave.

“Titus! You little stinker!” I scooped him up before he could run off again. His tail thumped against my arm as if to say, “I was just having some alone time, chill.”

I didn’t care.

I hugged him tight.

And then, because I was officially losing my mind, I looked around at the disaster zone my apartment had become.

Pillows from the couch tossed everywhere.

Blankets flung like flags of defeat.

My coffee table now sporting a suspiciously large scratch.

“Okay, okay, calm down,” I told myself. “Damian’s coming. You can do this.”

Almost like the universe heard me, the doorbell rang.

My heart jumped again.

“Okay, Titus,” I whispered, setting him down. “Time for Operation: Don’t Look Like You Lost Him.”

I straightened my hoodie, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Damian stood there, expression unreadable, as usual.

His dark eyes flicked from me to Titus—who was now sitting politely by my feet, tail wagging.

“Welcome back,roohi! ,” I said, voice a little too cheerful.

Damian’s lips twitched—maybe the closest thing he had to a smile.

“You seem… relieved.”

I flushed. “Really? You’re making up things again”

He took the leash from my hand and clipped it to Titus’s collar.

Titus immediately jumped into Damian’s side, tail wagging furiously.

Damian glanced back at me, then said quietly, “I suppose I won’t ask where he was.”

I opened my mouth to protest.

But the way his eyes softened told me he already knew exactly what had happened.

And maybe, just maybe, he was choosing not to make me explain.

POV: Damian Wayne

I texted her fifteen minutes ago.

I’m on my way to pick up Titus.

Simple enough.

When I arrived at her place, I expected to see Titus sprawled on the floor, maybe half-asleep, or at worst, begging for a walk.

Instead, the door swung open, and there stood her—looking disheveled, slightly flustered, and clutching Titus like he was a fragile treasure.

My eyes scanned the room.

Pillows were strewn everywhere.

The coffee table bore a fresh scratch.

Blankets were tossed haphazardly.

The couch was upside down.

Clearly, some kind of Titus-related chaos had ensued.

I kept my expression calm, though inside I was amused.

“Titus,” I said softly, kneeling down to the dog’s level.

The giant mutt wagged his tail, tongue lolling happily.

Relief was written all over her face.

“You seem… relieved,” I said quietly, not really expecting a reply.

She flushed and gave a small laugh.

“Really?,” she said, “ You’re making up things again”

I clipped the leash to Titus’s collar.

The dog immediately pressed against my leg.

I glanced back at her.

“Where was he?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it.

I didn’t press.

Some things were better left unsaid.

[mariasont]

hiii! I read your last spencer one shot AND I LOVED IT! IT WAS SO SWEET AND YOU'RE SO TALENTED!! Would you write something about post prison reid and shy reader? I was thinking of her as the media liaison (in my mind she is old-fashioned in music and clothes I'd wear skirts everyday, her emotional intelligence makes her good at her job, despite her shyness). Maybe she's clumsy, especially when she gets nervous and more especially (I don't even know if that's grammatically correct) when she's around Spencer.

Thank you so much for reading this, you're doing an EXCELLENT job, your works are a masterpiece!! 💕💖💝💓💓💖💞💕💖💓

Make a Wish - S.R

a/n: eekkkkkk post-prison spencer reid has me in a CHOKEHOLD! thank you so much for requesting, i'm so sorry for the delay! i hope i did your request justice!! I LOVE LOVE YOU!

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You had been meaning to give the reports fastened in your hands to Spencer for give-or-take two hours now. Each time you gathered the courage to approach him, just one glance, one simple stupid glance from those piercing eyes set your nerves on fire and sent your brain in overdrive.

As the new media liaison from the narcotics unit, you were warned about the BAU's intimidating figures, particularly Rossi and Emily. However, no warning came regarding Spencer Reid. They mentioned his tendencies for long-winded explanations and awkward social interactions but not the aura of intensity he exuded. Whenever he entered a room, you instinctively started looking for an exit, not because of his criminal record, but because you found yourself hopelessly mesmerized by him.

He was perfect in every sense of the word—brilliant, compassionate, selfless, and an exceptional agent. At least, this is what you had observed from afar. A part of you was scared that any real interaction with him would shatter the idyllic image you had crafted in your head, and you weren't confident you were prepared for such disillusionment. However, you needed to give him these damn papers, dreading the alternative, which was getting summoned to Emily's office.

"Hi."

You did it, okay, first step complete. You opened your mouth, determined to get out the next part you had practiced a little over twenty times in your head, but the words seemed to dissipate into a misty fog in your brain.

"Um, these are for you," you said, rocking back onto the balls of your mary janes, placing the report on his desk. "It's the Henderson lie detector test transcript?"

"Is it?"

You realized you had said it like a question.

You paused, the part of your brain stuttering for a second, trying to flip over the thousands of scenarios you had rehearsed in your head for this interaction. None of them had included those words.

Just a little off script and you felt your fight or flight kick in—nails digging into your palms as you avoided eye contact.

"Yes." A little more confident this time, not by much, and it quickly deflated as you second guessed yourself, stepping closer to peer over his shoulder at the document. "At least I think."

"I'm just messing with you, it is." He said, eyes flickering down to the document, then to you. "You okay?"

"M-Me? Okay? Yeah, of course." The words were stumbling out of your mouth at a rate that was hard to keep up with. "Do I not look okay?"

"No, of course you look okay," he responded, brows knitting together as his gaze traveled down your body, no doubt dissecting your every thought. "You just seem... a bit nervous."

You opened your mouth, aiming to articulate a coherent thought, but it fell short and was quickly interrupted by Spencer.

He suddenly leaned in, his eyes narrowing. "Wait, hold still; you have an eyelash."

He was so close, you swore you feel his breath on your cheeks, instantly warming them. Your body was in overdrive, trying to recalibrate as his finger grazed the area under your right eye. You closed your eyes, almost unwillingly, relishing in the unexpected touch.

This was weird. Every nerve in your body was on high alert, and you balled your hand into a fist, attempting to mask the way you were shaking.

The sound of your name snapped you out of your daze. Your eyes followed suit, meeting Spencer's prying eyes. His finger was raised, your eyelash perched on the tip. Your face could have been a furnace, flames of heat spreading from your neck to your nose.

"Do you want to make a wish?"

He looked at you expectantly, eyes darting from your face to his raised pointer finger.

"Okay."

You closed your eyes, forming the wish in your mind before blowing on the lash. You watched it float to the ground, settling gently on the toe of Spencer's shoe. 

"What did you wish for?"

"I feel like I'm not supposed to tell you that," you say, pulling at the ends of your hair.

He was undeniably good-looking. It wasn't like you were just realizing it; you had eyes and you were only human. But up close, you could see every detail—the dark circles under his eyes, the rough stubble under his jaw.

"I think you're right."

The sudden intimacy of the moment made your heart skip a beat. You stepped back, nodding at his words and also nothing in particular.

"Anyway, yeah, those are the papers—," you began, turning to walk away. As you did, you bumped your hip into the desk beside you, hissing under your breath in response.

"Christ, are you okay?" His hand was on your hip as the words came out of his mouth.

The touch only seemed to intensify your embarrassment. You stepped out of his grip, dropping your phone as you did which you quickly bent down to pick up.

"Sorry, yeah, I'm fine, just forgot I have a meeting with Emily, so I'm just gonna—," you pointed towards her office, quickly making your escape from Spencer as you tried to catch your breath.

Once you were a distance you deemed safe enough, you allowed yourself a quick glance back at him. He was smirking, and you felt that all familiar heat rising into your chest once again.

You really hoped that wish would kick in soon.

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I wish I could give you whatever the writer's equivalent is of an oscar for the way you write Sukuna, especially any iteration of dad!Sukuna! I'm bad with words, but your works make me feel 😁🥺💗💖💕💘💝💓💟❤💙💛🤎

I know you've been getting a ton of requests for Sukuna w/ his shy daughter, so feel free to ignore this one. But, I'd love to see either (1) Sukuna scaring her except this time she doesn't recover immediately/ as quickly as usual and he has to figure out how to make it up to her or (2) Sukuna witnessing a rare moment where she stands up for herself/ is brave and bold + his reaction

tiny tremors — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

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d/n clings to you, her tiny frame trembling as she presses her face into the fabric of your kimono.

her sniffles are quiet, almost stifled, but they tug at your heart all the same.

you stroke her hair softly, murmuring soothing words as you glare daggers at the towering figure across the room.

sukuna stands there, arms crossed and brow furrowed, his expression an infuriating mix of annoyance and confusion.

“what’s the matter with her?” he demands, his voice sharp, as though the answer isn’t painfully obvious.

“you scared her, that’s what,” you bite out, your voice tight with frustration.

he scoffs, crimson eyes narrowing. “scared her? over what? I didn’t even touch her.”

“she’s three, sukuna!” you snap, holding d/n closer as her fingers curl into your sleeve.

“you loomed over her like some nightmare and surrounded yourself with cursed energy! what did you think was going to happen?”

“it was a joke,” sukuna mutters, as though the very concept of fault is beneath him.

“she’s just too—” he stops mid-sentence when your glare intensifies. his jaw works, but he doesn’t finish the thought.

d/n shifts slightly, hiding her face further in your shoulder. sukuna’s crimson gaze flicks to her, a faint twitch in his jaw betraying some inner frustration.

he exhales sharply, almost as if shaking off the weight of the moment.

“what do you expect me to do?” he snaps, frustration evident. “I don’t know how to deal with this.” he gestures vaguely.

your gaze softens, just slightly. “you’re her father, sukuna. you don’t have to know everything, but you do have to try.”

your tone seems to chip away at his irritation. slowly, he lowers himself to a crouch, his massive frame somehow still imposing even at her level.

he leans forward, forearms resting on his thighs as he stares at the top of d/n’s head, her face still hidden.

“hey,” he says gruffly, his voice softer than before. “d/n.”

she doesn’t respond, her small shoulders rising as she inhales shakily.

“are you just going to hide there all day?” sukuna’s tone holds a faint edge, though it’s more awkward than harsh. “you’re acting ridiculous.”

d/n winces at his words, and you shoot him a sharp look. he doesn’t meet your gaze, instead staring at the small figure curled up in your arms.

he exhales sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “fine,” he mutters under his breath. “I didn’t mean to scare you. there.”

d/n’s grip tightens on your sleeve, and her quiet sniffles persist. sukuna scowls, looking away for a moment before trying again.

“it wasn’t…on purpose,” he says, the words' nature clearly foreign on his tongue.

d/n shifts slightly, her teary gaze peeking out from behind you. her lips tremble, and sukuna’s sharp eyes catch the movement immediately.

“you scared me,” she whispers, her voice soft and shaky.

sukuna’s brows furrow, his jaw tightening as he looks at her. “scared you?” he repeats, his voice almost incredulous. “what, you think I’d actually harm you?”

her small fingers tighten on your sleeve, and his eyebrow's furrow, his crimson eyes still fixed on d/n.

“you’re my daughter,” he says simply. “if I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn’t waste time playing games.”

d/n flinches slightly at his tone, and you sigh, reaching out to gently smooth her hair. “sukuna,” you warn softly.

he grunts, turning his head away for a moment before sighing deeply. “fine. listen, brat,” he starts, his tone as rough as ever, but he forces himself to meet her gaze again.

“I’m not going to scare you like that again. not because I’ve suddenly gone soft, but because you’re not supposed to be afraid of me. understood?”

d/n hesitates, her watery gaze darting between you and him. her voice is barely audible when she replies, “…really?”

sukuna clicks his tongue, his expression caught somewhere between annoyance and something softer. “yes. really. don’t make me repeat myself.”

she studies him for a long moment, her tiny fingers loosening their grip on you. “okay,” she whispers, finally stepping out from behind you.

“good,” he mutters, leaning back slightly. “you don’t need to cry over nonsense like this.”

d/n shifts on her feet before hesitantly reaching out, brushing her tiny fingers against one of his hands.

“you’re warm,” she mumbles timidly.

sukuna huffs lightly, hand ruffling her hair.  “of course I am. I’m alive, aren’t I?”

d/n giggles softly, her tears finally drying. sukuna straightens to his full height, glancing down at her before his gaze shifts to you.

“well?” he mutters, raising a brow. “fixed enough for you?”

"yes, I am proud of you," you hum. "lucky for you, she forgives quickly."

sukuna smirks, a playful gleam in his eyes as he folds his arms across his chest.

"forgives? it's not about that," he retorts, glancing back at d/n, who’s still standing by his side, her small frame shrinking slightly under his gaze.

"she knows better than to hold grudges."

d/n fidgets, her gaze downcast, clearly still feeling a little unsure. “I...I don’t like staying mad...” she mutters softly.

you watch the exchange, eyes drifting to your husband as your daughter finishes her sentence.

sukuna glances at you, his eyes narrowing with a hint of annoyance.

"what?" he snaps, though the edge in his voice isn’t as sharp as usual. "don’t tell me you’re gonna start fussing too."

you cross your arms, tilting your head with a smirk. “I think I’ve seen enough to know you’re not a complete ass.”

he only graces the reply with a roll of his eyes.

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King of manifesting | CL16

― Pairing: Charles Leclerc x singer!reader ― Warnings: curse words and typos; ― Summary: You've been secretly dating Charles for a while, but fans can't believe it when the rumors start to go around. What do you mean a vroom-vroom Ferrari guy is dating their idol? (based on this request).

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tyla I am so readyyyyy 😍

holdmeyn mommy- I mean- mommy- yes mommy- 😳

biebernation this new single is about to feed me so well I won’t ever be hungry again

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tsunodalover I love Charles but I’ll have to agree with the twitter stans… his chances are low to zero

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[pintrestgrl]

hii bby💓 im so glad we became mutuals because you are my first mutual🥹

could i request kook!reader x rafe where reader always likes to talk right before the go to bed like for (ex. they could be laying in bed cuddled up trying to fall asleep but reader just talks about literally anything) thats how i was when i was a child id stay over my grandmas and just talk her head off at night😭

yesss ofc i’m exactly like this 😭 i cannot handle the silence omg

but omg i’m so glad too 🥹 ily ily and im honored to be ur first mutual 💕💘💞💖💓💝

also imagine this w like season4!rafe too. this was also not proofread and was a bit rushed.. tbh

okk anyways enjoy !!

bf!rafe cameron with sweetheart!kook!reader.

you had probably the longest day of your life today. rafe, too. you both had spent all day together, shopping on the mainland.

he had been following you around in every shop, watching you try on your every item with a smile on his face.

he paid for everything too, not really bothering to glance at the total of your many items.

he just wanted you to be happy. and he’d do his best job to make sure it was because of him.

but now, you had returned back to his house.

you both had a quickie quick shower together, and brushed your teeth.

it was safe to say, you both were exhausted. neither of you should have any trouble sleeping tonight, right?

wrong.

he had you laid up against his bare chest, your whole body smelling like vanilla lotion, and a hand resting against your back.

the only problem was that, you would not stop talking.

he thought you would pass out the second you entered the white sheets, but clearly you proved him wrong.

you were just constantly spewing out millions of random sentences.

“do you love me?”

“today was fun.”

“ooo, i wanna show my sister everything i got today!”

“do you think i’d survive in a zombie apocalypse?”

“what’s your favorite color?”

“my feet hurt.”

“my lotion smells good.”

“i hope my hair air dries good.”

“what’s your favorite animal?”

if he didn’t know you that well, he’d think you were joking with the way you were obnoxiously speaking right now.

he tried to ignore it and just drift to sleep, but he physically couldn’t keep his mouth shut anymore.

he spoke.

“okay, stop. yes to all your questions, now go to bed. please. okay?”

you frowned, a small pout forming on your pretty lips. you let out a small huff, rolling your body off of his and causing your back to face him.

he smirked, scoffing. his hand snaked to your waist, stroking the skin there as he spoke.

“no— baby, i didn’t mean it like that. c’mon, i’m sorry. okay?”

you didn’t answer him, opting for just staring at the wall in front of you.

he didn’t want you to be mad at him, that really was his last intention. he just wanted you to get some good rest.

he sighed, giving up. before he decided to fully pull your waist towards his body, him laughing as you tried to fight the smile coming to your face.

he turned your body over onto your back, hovering over you and planting multiple kisses on your face.

he spoke, finally pulling away from your skin.

“there. are you happy?”

you tried to contain the soft smile coming to your lips, but you couldn’t. you giggled, as his large hands stroked the skin of your hip.

you spoke.

“yeah, sure. maybe. whatever.”

he smirked, before speaking back to you.

“good. now cmon, go to bed. please?”

you nodded, going back to your original position of laying on top of his chest as he stroked your back.

you were finally quiet, finally resting. or so he thought.

he was about to succumb to a deep sleep, before he heard your soft voice whisper.

“do you love me?”

[nylacouldntmakeit]

I absolutely love your writing style and your bloggg they're so adorable 💕💕 I was requesting a sodapop fic with a fem!reader that's similar to karen smith from mean girls if that makes sense. Like they're dating and have a bunch of cute moments tgether

thank you baby 💝, and eeekkk im so doing this as hcs!!!

“which way is left?” ; sodapop x ditzy y/n

Sodapop and his dim-witted girlfriend, who make silly faces at eachother from across the room.

Sodapop, who cant agree on a time to meet up with his ditzy girlfriend because she “never learned how to read a clock.”

Darry who can’t help but raise an eyebrow at sodapop, as Soda explains a joke to you that should have been obvious.

Soda having to whisper to his not-so-bright baby that the person they’re gossiping about is within ear-shot.

Soda guiding his absent-minded love through large crowds of greasers.

Soda giving you kisses on each of your cheeks to remind you which is left & which is right.

Soda who enjoys your semi-naivety, because it feels like a “breath of fresh air” compared to the serious & tough attitudes his brothers dish out.

(now for a teensy drabble cause ily all sm!)

“Baby wait up a minute!” Soda called out jogging after you.

“Oh hi! Sorry I heard you calling my name, but I couldn’t quite tell if it was coming from this way…or that way…” you point around the both of you, your voice trailing off.

“It’s alright doll, i’m more focused on the fact that you actually remembered what time to meet me for our date!” Soda smiled proudly at you, his eyes showing true admiration.

“I love that you’re proud of me…but i didn’t remember. My mom came in and told me that it was time. I had written what time we were supposed to meet on my arm! So when I took a shower last night, I left this arm sticking out so it wouldn’t wash off.” You stuck your arm out to Soda so he could see the 3:30 written in black ink on your forearm.

“Oh! I see love…well thats ok. You’re here, n’ thats all that matters.” He offered you a smile, before throwing his arm over your shoulders.

(oh to be sodapop’s ditzy stupid little darlin’ ugh i need!)

[lovinglin]

HWERE DO I START. HWEREHR THE FUCK DO I START. INHALES AND EXHALES.

YOUUUUUUUU 🥹🫵🫵🫵💖💕💓💕💖💓💖💕💓💖💞💕💖 YOU SILLY. YOU GOOFY. I AM GOING TO COMBUST.

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Laced in Love

Label Mature 18+

Summary It’s Valentines Day and though you feel insecure Austin spoils you beyond compare.

💝 Romantic Smut💝 Austin in love with you • Austin romantic • Austin sweet • Austin adoring •praising• encouraging •body worship •insecure reader • heavy set reader• curvy reader • body shy reader • sweet talk • pillow talk •morning sex• oral on fem• date night•dirty talk •lap sitting• girl on top• body praising•switching positions• mating press•squirting •multiple orgasms •creampies •aftercare

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✨ Inspo via lovely DMs 💕

Laced in Love

The first thing you feel when you wake up is his warmth.

The sunlight streams through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bed with Austin’s body pressed close, his arm draped over your waist, his breath slow and steady against the back of your neck.

He always holds you like this in the mornings, like he can’t stand to let you go.

You sigh, stretching slightly, and his grip tightens.

“Mm-m,” he murmurs sleepily his lips brushing against your neck. “Not yet, baby.” His voice is rough, heavy with sleep and something deeper.

You smile. “Austin, it’s morning.”

His arm flexes around you, pulling you closer, burying his face against your hair.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” he murmurs, his voice still drowsy but laced with intent. “That means more cuddling.”he confirms his tone sending a surge of warmth coursing through your belly.

You smile softly, turning to face him and his hair is a perfect mess, sandy blonde strands falling over his forehead, his blue eyes filled with love as he gazes at you—like you’re always the first thing he wants to see every morning.

He grins, tilting his head slightly. “How do you wake up looking like that?” He asks.

You snort. “Like what?”

His fingers brush along your hair as he leans in, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Like the best part of my morning.”

“Austin..” you grin, eyes fluttering shut as his lips trail along your jaw, down your neck, pressing soft kisses against your shoulder.

“I gotta feed you,” he murmurs between kisses, his voice slipping lower. “Then spoil you.” His fingers skim your arm before slipping under your pajama strap, easing it down over your shoulder. “Then treat you to something that’s gonna make me lose my mind.”

“Austin—” you giggle, heat blooming across your cheeks.

He grins against your skin, his lips grazing, teasing. “I have a plan for today.”

You smile, trying to keep your thoughts steady despite the way he’s touching you. “I bet you do.”

His arms tighten around you, pulling you flush against his chest.

“I do,” he murmurs, his voice dark and sweet like honey. “Step one is keeping you in this bed as long as I can.”

He kisses your neck—slow, deep, his fingers slipping lower, completely unhurried—his lips trailing down your body, savoring every inch.

The silk of your cami does little to dull the heat of his mouth as he kisses lower, his hand gliding over your throat, tracing the delicate lines of your collarbone before sliding down over the swell of your breast. His fingers drag over the fabric, squeezing gently before sliding lower, curving around your waist.

His hands follow the path of his mouth, worshiping each dip, each curve, his breath heating through the delicate fabric.

He pauses at the edge of your panties, his nose brushing against your hip, his mouth lingering just above where you need him most.

His hands tighten, splaying over your thighs, spreading you open just enough, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver through you.

Then, his fingers hook into your panties, dragging them down inch by inch, his lips pressing slow, intimate kisses along your hips, your thighs, the sensitive skin just below your navel.

He teases you, his kisses light, intentional, until your hips tilt seeking more.

Your thighs tense with anticipation as his face settles between them, the first press of his mouth against you warm and soft, the slow stroke of his tongue making your whole body go taut.

He presses his mouth in deeper, tongue rolling against you in slow, torturous, strokes.

A sharp gasp falls from your lips, your hips instinctively to his mouth.

Your fingers trail through his hair clutching his blond locks making him groans, his grip tightening on your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

His tongue presses deeper, flicking, teasing, relentless, until you’re gasping his name, your back arching off the bed.

Austin hums, enjoying it just as much as you are, like he could stay between your legs forever, tasting you, teasing you, feeling you come apart for him.

A rush of heat crashes over you, pleasure spiraling, unstoppable, uncontrollable as your body clenches tight, your thighs pressed against his head holding him in place as your orgasm overtakes you.

Austin intensifies his efforts—his mouth working you through it, his tongue and lips drawing out every last wave, making sure you feel every second of it until you’re trembling beneath him, gasping for breath..

Only when he’s sure you’re satisfied does he finally ease up, his lips slowing, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, lingering, worshiping.

His breath is hot against your skin as his hands stroke down your hips.

He presses one last kiss to your thigh, his mouth parting slightly, like he’s reluctant to pull away.

“So perfect baby,” he whispers, his voice husky and filled with desire.

His fingers glide over your slick heat, circling, stroking, making you squirm beneath him, soft little whimpers falling from your lips.

He watches you, his eyes dark, completely transfixed by the way your body reacts—the way you tremble, the way your breath hitches as he drags his fingers through your wetness, spreading it, feeling just how ready you are for him.

“You feel so soft, so warm—” His breath stutters as he strokes deeper, his touch slow, savoring.

His other hand roams up your thigh, squeezing, gripping the plush curves he adores, his touch reverent, worshiping every inch.

“The way you feel on my fingers—” he exhales shakily, voice heavy with lust, “The way you feel on me….baby I could do this forever.”

His fingers keep stroking, teasing, dragging you higher, his own breaths turning erratic as he watches your body react to him.

“I just want to be inside you,” he breathes, his words tumbling out unchecked. “Feel you wrapped around me while I grip these thighs holding tight as you take me—” he rasps, his voice rough with need.

You begin whimpering, desperate for more, and he finally slips his fingers from you.

“You’ll feel so good when I’m inside you baby,” he promises, his voice barely more than a whisper.

He settles on top of you, his weight pressing you down, his hips fitting perfectly between your thighs.

His mouth finds your neck again, hot and seeking, lips parting against your skin, sucking softly, teasing.

His cock presses against your entrance, sliding against your slick heat, feeling just how ready you are for him.

“You’re so wet for me…” he whispers, his voice ragged, his hands gripping your hips, holding you steady like he’s barely restraining himself.

Then—slowly he pushes his cock inside, stretching you open, filling you up, inch by inch, a low groan spilling from his throat as he sinks into you.

He’s thick and hard, the size overwhelming as your head falls back, a moan breaking free as you take him in, the pleasure intense and all-consuming.

“Baby—” he chokes out, his forehead dropping against your shoulder, “You feel… you feel so good.”he praises, your walls gripping his cock tight as he settles deep.

You’re lost to him, panting, moaning as you clutch his arms, holding him close.

His hips move slowly at first, savoring every inch, his cock drawing out every ounce of pleasure before pulling all the way back—only to thrust back in, deep, filling you completely.

A deep moan falls from your lips, your body reacting to him, your thighs tightening around his waist.

“Austin—” you whimper, your voice breaking, your nails pressing into his back as the pleasure courses through you, hot and all-consuming.

“Feels so good,” you moan, your head tipping back, your body melting into his, lost in the way he thrusts inside you.

Austin groans, his lips pressing against your neck, his breath ragged, his grip tightening like he’s barely holding himself together.

“Yeah, baby?” he mutters, his voice thick, his hips snapping just a little harder, a little deeper, and all you can do is moan, letting him pull you under.

He sets a steady rhythm, each thrust hitting harder, deeper as his pace increases. His cock drags in and out, his hips grinding between yours, pulling sounds from you that make him lose himself more.

Austin groans, his breath ragged, his fingers digging into soft your flesh as he holds you steady, thrusting himself into you.

Your walls tighten, clenching around his cock with every stroke, every deep, powerful thrust.

The moans that spill from your lips make him thrust harder, faster, his body reacting to yours, his cock hitting a place within that makes you see stars.

His breath is hot against your shoulder as he works harder, faster feeling himself reach the edge.

His grip tightens, hips slapping between your thighs, dragging his cock along your sensitive walls, making your body shake beneath him.

“Austin!” You moan, the pleasure crashing over you as your orgasm overtakes you, your walls pulsing around his cock, the sensation rushing through your core.

Austin groans roughly, his thrusts growing erratic, his breath ragged against your skin. “It’s so good——it’s so good—I’m gonna come,” he pants, his voice raw as his release builds.

His fingers grip you with bruising intensity, his body tensing as a groan rips from his lips and he spills into you, his hips slowly grinding against you, his body shuddering as the pleasure overtakes him.

His breaths come in fast and heavy as his face buries against your neck feeling the last waves of pleasure roll through both.

As you lay there, panting, satisfied , completely dazed, Austin’s hands stroke down your sides.

You sigh heavily, still caught in the haze of him, your fingers lazily tracing the muscles of his back as your breathing steadies.

He lifts his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, his voice soft.“I love you baby” he says full of emotion.

A soft smile tugs at your lips as his words settle in. “I love you too” you whisper, realizing this is how he started your day—and you love him for it even more.

Austin insists on making breakfast, which mostly means him cooking while sneaking glances at you every five seconds.

You sit at the kitchen counter, watching him move —shirtless, because of course he is—his broad shoulders flexing as he flips pancakes like he was born to do it.

“You’re so proud of yourself, aren’t you?” you tease, watching him plate the food.

Austin smirks, bringing over heart-shaped pancakes, stacked perfectly before stepping behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you sit at the counter.

His lips brush against your ear, his voice low and lazy. “I love taking care of my girl.” He confirms.

Your stomach flutters, and you grin as you lean into him. He stays pressed against you, his arms still locked around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder, watching as you take your first bite.

The heart shaped pancakes are fluffy, soft, syrupy, delicious.

“Mmm—Austin, it’s so good,” you praise, eyes fluttering shut for a second.

Austin exhales sharply, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Baby, you gotta stop making little noises like that when I already wanna drag you back to bed.”

Your face burns as you giggle. “Austin I’m eating pancakes!” you exclaim.

He groans, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I know—and you make it so sexy”

You grin, and the way he’s watching you—his eyes dark, full of something deep and knowing, like he’s never seen anything more mesmerizing— is enough to make your whole body warm.

“You really like watching me eat?” you tease, glancing at him over your shoulder.

Austin’s hand slides lower, fingers skimming your stomach, like he can’t help himself.

“I love watching you enjoy yourself,” he corrects, his voice rich with meaning. “And I love knowing I’m the one who gets to take care of you.”

Your smile softens, hearing the sincerity in his words and he kisses your shoulder again, content to hold you close as you finish your meal.

When you finally set your fork down, he doesn’t let you go.

His hands are firm as he helps you down and slowly presses you against the counter.

He holds you close, the warmth of his bare chest brushing against you, his scent—clean, masculine, and intoxicating—wrapping around you.

“I’m so in love with you.” He smiles, his blue eyes soft, filled with a tenderness that knocks the breath right out of your lungs, and then he kisses you—slow and deep, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer like he’s been waiting all morning to do it.

You melt into him, arms sliding up around his neck, letting him pull you deeper, letting yourself get lost in the way he holds you— the way he loves you.

You know he means it.

Every word. Every touch.

Every single piece of devotion that makes you feel so incredibly wanted.

The afternoon settles into a comfortable rhythm, Austin’s arm draped over your shoulders, his fingers idly tracing patterns along your arm, his touch featherlight yet constant.

A movie you both picked plays on the screen as you lay in the comfort of each other on the couch.

His warmth, his presence, the soft rise and fall of his chest against yours—it’s enough to lull you into a peaceful haze.

Then, suddenly, Austin shifts, checking the time on his phone. He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead before sitting up.

“I need to go pick up something,” he says, his blue eyes locking onto yours, holding something unreadable.

You blink up at him as he stands to stretch. “Where are you going?”

Austin smirks, leaning down to brush his lips against yours. “You’ll see.”

Before you can press him for more, he’s gone, leaving you wondering.

Not even a few moments later, he returns, and the second you see him, your breath catches.

Because in his hand is a beautiful bouquet full of lush, and impossibly red roses—vibrant and rich as if chosen with the utmost care.

You sit up surprised, a smile spreading across your face. “Austin…”

The scent reaches you first—the deep notes of rose and fresh greenery, the kind of fragrance that makes you want to close your eyes and breathe it in.

Austin just watches you, his expression softer now, more open as he extends them to you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day” he says as you take the bouquet from his hand, bringing the flowers closer, inhaling deeply.

“They’re so beautiful,” you praise, running a finger along a velvety petal.

Austin’s smiles. “Not as beautiful as you.”

You roll your eyes, grinning softly, but the warmth in your chest blooms even more.

Just when you think he’s done, he pulls a small, ribbon-wrapped confection box from behind his back in his other hand.

He smiles at you as he unties the ribbon, lifting the lid to reveal an assortment of chocolates, each one carefully placed in a delicate tray.

“Open for me,” he says, his voice low and smooth.

You part your lips slightly, and he picks up a chocolate, bringing it to your mouth, the scent of chocolate mixing with the floral fragrance still lingering in the air.

The moment you take a bite, the chocolate melts on your tongue, velvety smooth with the perfect balance of sweetness and a soft moan escapes before you can stop it.

Austin hums in response, his gaze locked on your lips as you savor the taste, his thumb brushing against your chin.

You smile, swallowing the last bite before tilting your head at him. “You really are trying to spoil me today, aren’t you?”

Austin smirks slow and teasing. “You say that like I don’t always spoil you.” He says his eyes locking on your lips.

“I deserve a taste,” he says, making you giggle as he presses soft kisses against your lips, lingering, savoring, as his hands keep you close his affection letting you know exactly how much you mean to him.

For dinner, Austin takes you to a restaurant by the ocean, and the ambiance is effortlessly romantic. The sea breeze drifts in through the open awnings as the setting sun casts everything in a warm glow.

The menu is decadent, and the sound of the waves in the distance makes everything feel intimate and effortless.

The table is set with wine glasses, the napkins folded perfectly, and when you raise a brow at Austin he just grins.

“You’re spoiling me,” you tease, but he just lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to it like some old-school gentleman.

“I love watching you let me.” He confirms as his thumb circles your wrist, slow and steady.

Your stomach flutters and it’s not just his words—it’s the way he says them, the certainty in his voice, like spoiling you isn’t just something he does, it’s something he always wants to do.

When your dishes arrive, Austin’s gaze lingers on you between bites.

The way your lips part just slightly when you take your first taste, the way your eyes soften when something is really good, the way you let out the faintest hum of approval when the flavors hit just right.

It’s clear he’s enjoying his meal, but not nearly as much as he’s enjoying watching you.

At the end of the meal, when you take a bite of dessert, your eyes flutter shut in pleasure.

“Mmm… Austin, it’s so good.” You praise.

Austin groans under his breath.

“Baby.”

You open your eyes, catching the heat in his gaze. “What?”

He shakes his head, watching you like he’s about to drag you out of the restaurant and straight to the nearest private space.

“Hearing you enjoy yourself like that that does something to me.” He confesses.

You grin tilting your head feigning innocence.“What does it do to you Austin?” you tease.

He hums as he grins, his voice dropping to something low and intimate.

“It reminds me of how much I want to hear those sounds later,” he confirms, and the way his eyes darken, the way his gaze pins you in place as he smiles—you know exactly what he means.

After dinner, Austin laces his fingers through yours, his grip warm and firm as he leads you away from the restaurant.

Noticing the evening chill, he shrugs off his jacket without hesitation, draping it over your shoulders.

The air outside is cooler now, the salty breeze from the ocean brushing over you as you walk together, the sound of distant waves blending with the hum of the city at night.

You glance at him, noticing the way his thumb strokes slow circles over the back of your hand, how he keeps glancing at you like he’s thinking about something.

Finally, he stops in front of a boutique, its windows glowing softly under the streetlights.

Mannequins draped in delicate silk and lace stand in the display, the atmosphere inside exuding luxury and sensuality.

Austin squeezes your hand, his smirk teasing but his eyes filled with something deeper.

“This is my final surprise for you tonight.”

Your stomach flips as you glance at the store, then back at him.

“Austin—”

His fingers tighten around yours, his voice low as he leans in, his lips brushing just below your ear.

“I want to see you in something that makes you feel sexy for me.” He says.

Your eyes flick away, cheeks warming with nervous anticipation and Austin guides you inside, his hand squeezing yours gently, like he already knows what you’re thinking.

The boutique is all soft lighting and sultry lingerie, racks lined with silk and lace in every shade of seduction.

You know your body well, every curve, every dip every soft line,but now, standing among the delicate mannequins draped in barely-there fabric, your certainty wavers.

Austin senses it immediately. His hand tightening around yours before he leans in, his voice low and steady.

“Don’t be nervous baby,” he soothes, his breath warm against your temple.

You huff, rolling your eyes. “That’s easy for you to say Austin everything looks good on you.”

“Everything looks good on you too,” He counters, his gaze slipping lower, appreciating every inch of you. “Especially when it’s on my floor.”

A soft giggle escapes you before you can stop it. “Austin.”you grin.

He smiles, clearly pleased with himself, then pulls you deeper into the store, past the sheer baby dolls and delicate teddies, right to a display of lace corsets and matching sets.

His blue eyes roam over the selection, as if he’s already imagining you wearing them.

“This one,” he says, pulling a deep wine-red corset from the rack.

“Baby, this would look—” He bites his lip, his free hand slipping down to squeeze your hip. “You have to try this set on.”

You swallow hard. “Austin I don’t know… It’s a lot.”

“I want to see it,” he says, voice dropping an octave.

You chew your lip, heart thudding. You want to believe him. You want to believe it will look good.

Sensing your hesitation, he steps closer, tilting your chin up so you meet his gaze. “If you don’t like it, we walk right out of here and go to Tiffany’s.” He smiles, his voice steady, reassuring, laced with something deeper.

“But if you like it…” he says, his fingers trailing down, grazing your stomach.

“Then I get to watch you realize how fucking gorgeous you are.” He says his eyes darkening, filled with certainty.

Your stomach flutters, your heart pounding in anticipation. He always does this—makes you feel wanted before you’ve even said yes.

“Fine,” you relent , grabbing the corset from his hands as you pair it with the set. “But if I come out looking ridiculous, you’re not allowed to laugh.”

Austins eyes darken as he grins. “Baby, the only thing I’m going to be doing is losing my mind when I see you in it.”

You smile sweetly, but as you close the door to the dressing room your nerves begin to rise.

The corset cinches you in ways that accentuate every single inch of softness as the lace panties cling to your hips.

You smooth your hands over your stomach, trying to decide if you feel sexy or just…exposed.

Then, before you can overthink it, Austin’s voice filters through the door.

“You gonna let me see?”

You gather up enough courage and slowly pull the door open.

Austin goes still.

His jaw tenses and then he exhales, long and slow.

“Fuck.”

You shift under his gaze. “Like good fuck or bad fuck?”

His hands are on you in seconds, sliding down your waist, gripping your hips, pressing into the flesh like he needs to feel every inch. “The kind that makes me forget how to breathe.” He says deeply.

You let out a laugh. “It’s a lot, right?”

“Not enough,” he rasps, eyes dragging over you. “Not even fucking close.”

He dips his head, lips grazing your shoulder. “Do you have any idea how fucking good you look? How crazy youre making me?” His fingers trail your hips, nails digging in slightly. “Baby, I want to take you home and ruin you in this.”

You grin as heat floods your skin. “Austin.” You chastise but there’s no meaning in it.

He grins against your neck. “Yeah?”

“I’m supposed to be deciding if I like it,” you gently remind him.

He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his expression softer now. “Do you like it?”he breaths.

You hesitate. Then, slowly, you turn to face the mirror.

You look at the way the corset lifts your breasts, the way the lace hugs your stomach, the way Austin’s hands look against your body—possessive, reverent, loving everything he’s touching.

You meet his gaze in the reflection.

“I think so.”

He grins, hands sliding lower. “Good. Because I was going to buy it anyway.”

Back at home, the energy between you is heavy with anticipation and Austin wastes no time as you step into the master bedroom.

He pulls his jacket off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as he brings you close, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s deep, unrestrained, full of need.

His excitement is undeniable, his hands gripping your waist, pressing you closer, as if he’s been holding himself back all night.

You break the kiss, breathless, your fingers curling around the boutique bag.

“Go sit on the bed,” you say, your voice steady but laced with something deeper. “Wait for me.”

“Okay baby,“ he says eagerly, a low smirk tugging at his lips as he squeezes your hip.

He follows your command, pulling off his shirt, kicking off his pants, and settling onto the bed.

His back rests against the headboard, abs flexing legs slightly spread, his arms resting at his sides as he places his hand in the bed.

He looks utterly perfect—strong, effortless, completely at ease, his blue eyes burning with something unrestrained as they rake over you closing the door.

In the bathroom your nerves rise again as you open the box, your fingers tracing over the delicate lace of the corset.

You love your body, but right now, standing in front of the mirror, it feels different.

The lingerie clings to every curves as you cinch it tight, accentuating all the dips and softness of your body that make you hesitate.

The voice of doubt creeps in—is it too much? too little? Does it flatter you, or does it only make you more aware of the parts of yourself you sometimes try to hide?

You exhale, smoothing your hands over the lace. Austin wanted this. He loved seeing you in this.

You inhale a deep breath, taking one last look in the mirror before stepping out.

The corset feels different now, your nerves are still there, but there’s a slight bit of confidence lingering at the edges as you reach the bed.

And Austin?

Austin is looking at you like he’s starving.

“You really gonna make me sit here and behave when you look like that ?” he asks, his voice low, his thumbs teasing the edge of his boxers, desperately needing something to touch.

You smile, shifting on your feet. “That depends,” you say, turning slowly, giving him the full view.

“Do you like it?”

He groans, his head falling back against the headboard for a second before his hands lift, reaching for you.

“Baby, come here.”

You do.

And the second you’re close enough, he pulls you onto his lap, his hands sliding down your sides, gripping your hips as his lips find your neck.

“You look so good,” he whispers between kisses. “You were worried this would be too much, and all I can think about is whether or not I should take it off you.”

You smile and his hands roam higher, fingers teasing over lace, his lips tracing a slow, burning path down your collarbone.

“Austin…”

He hums against your skin in bliss. “Yeah, baby?”

You swallow, nerves creeping back in. “I still feel… not so sure.” You exhale shakily the words trailing off.

Austin pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his smile soft, his hands firmly grasping your hips.

“That’s okay,” he whispers, his hands sliding down your thighs holding firm as his eyes lustfully wander you in lingerie.

“No matter what you feel—when I touch you, when I hold you, all I’m thinking about is how lucky I am that you’re mine.” He confesses his eyes filled with adoration as his gaze returns to yours.

Your heart stutters as his fingertips brush your jaw and he pulls you into a kiss—slow and deep, stealing the breath from your lungs as he pours every ounce of his worship into it.

You melt into him, letting his lips kiss away every last doubt.

His hand lower to your waist, thumbs brushing over the boning of the corset, tracing the delicate lace that hugs your curves.

“You know what drives me insane?” He says his voice low, thick with desire as his palms smooth over your thighs.

You swallow hard, your breath hitching as his lips graze your neck. “What?”

He presses a slow, lingering kiss just below your jaw. “How soft you feel in my hands.” He whispers placing another kiss, “How perfectly you fit against me.”he says his lips trailing down your neck.

You sigh, fingers clutching his shoulders, your body reacting before your mind can catch up.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he praises, his lips moving softer as his kisses explore the curve of your neck . “I could sit here all night, just touching you, worshipping you—”

His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer against him, pressing you down on the unbelievable hardness of his cock.

A whimper escapes before you can stop it and his grip tightens. “Say how much you want me.” He asks his voice low, reverent..

“I want you,” you say, your voice weak as you lose all rational thought. His hands slide up your thighs, his thumbs pressing into the plush softness, gripping like he needs to feel every inch of you.

“You like this?” he asks, rocking his hips up just enough to make you feel the hardness of his cock for you.

You nod, exhaling shakily.

“Tell me,” he demands, his voice dark.

“Yes I like this,” you whisper, your own hips shifting without thinking, chasing the pleasure.

His focus is entirely on you, his hands encouraging you to move, to grind down against him.

“Fuck” he exhales softly, hearing the little moans slipping past your lips.

His hands are everywhere—roaming, kneading, coaxing more sounds from you, making sure you feel every inch of his hardness beneath you.

Before you know it he’s guiding you up, his thumb sliding into the band of his boxers pulling them down as his large cock springs free.

You stare at how deep pink the shaft is, how prominentlyerect it is in his lap

His fingers slide your panties aside brushing against your slick heat, feeling how ready you are for him.

“Your so wet for me baby” he praises his voice tense with restraint.

Your breath catches as he strokes his cock, his eyes locked onto you dark and filled with hunger.

“Need to be inside you” he says voice barely above a whisper.

He pulls you down on him and a groan rumbles from his chest as the thick head of his cock nudges against your entrance.

Then, with one slow push, he sinks you down on his cock—stretching you open, filling you completely.

A sharp gasp tears from your lips, your body tensing for a brief moment before relaxing into the overwhelming sensation.

Your fingers clutch at his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin as pleasure rushes through you, rolling down your spine.

“Austin—” you whimper, your breath coming in short, uneven pants.

“I know baby” he breathes, his hands tightening on your waist, firm and possessive as his lips capture yours in a slow, deep kiss, swallowing every sound you make.

His tongue slides against yours, coaxing, matching the slow roll of your hips as you adjust to his size, feeling the way he fills you so perfectly.

A soft moan escapes you into his mouth as you move, your hips shifting instinctively, feeling him so deep in your core, every inch of him pressing you just right, the pleasure intensifying with every slow grind.

Austin groans against your mouth, his fingers flexing on your waist, his patience unraveling as his movements meet yours in perfect rhythm.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes, his forehead pressing to yours, “You feel so damn good.”

His words send a new wave of heat through you—your body completely lost in the way he touches you, the way he holds you— the way he makes you feel like the most wanted woman in the world.

His grip tightens, his lips brushing against your cheek as he begins to thrust into you holding you on his lap, his voice low, rough, almost incoherent.

“So fucking soft— your body was made for me” he whispers, his hands gripping your hips harder, guiding you, his voice breaking into ragged groans as he feels your walls start to flutter on his cock.

“Baby—you’re so close, aren’t you?” He pants, and you nod as soft moans fall from your lips .

“Your doing so good for me—I want to feel you come for me—wanna hear those sweet sounds—”he begs, his voice trailing off as he pulls you in rhythm with his thrusts.

His words push you over the edge, pleasure crashing through you like a tidal wave, your body seizing, a strangled cry ripping from your throat as you come, pulsing, clenching his cock so tightly he chokes out a deep moan.

He catches your mouth in a desperate, open-mouthed kiss, swallowing every broken sound you make as you moan in pleasure.

His hands grip under your thighs, and before you can process the movement, he easily takes you from straddling his lap to pinning you on the bed under him, his strength effortless, as he settles between your legs.

His cock never leaves you, staying buried deep as he grips the backs of your thighs, spreading you wide.

You’re flushed, panting, still trembling from your orgasm as he keeps thrusting, slow and deep.

Your moans turn soft, breathy, sweet, and Austin groans at the sound, his hips rolling into you with steady, deliberate thrusts, dragging more of those perfect noises from your lips.

“Tell me how good it feels,” he rasps, one hand keeping your leg up digging into your soft flesh, as the other finds your clit with maddening precision.

Every flick of his fingers, every slow, teasing stroke sends another ripple of pleasure through you, making you clench on his cock, your body trembling beneath him.

Words escape you as your fingers clutch at his arms to ground yourself before sliding lower, grazing over his abs feeling them tense beneath your touch with every firm thrust.

“So—so good,” you barely manage, your words breaking apart as another wave of pleasure begins building deep inside you.

Austin grunts, his pace shifting, grinding harder against you in perfect rhythm, hitting every sensitive spot until you’re gasping his name, clutching at his back.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans, his voice thick with pleasure. “Come for me again.”

Your moans are unending, your breaths uneven as he watches you unravel beneath him, completely undone.

“Austin�� You moan, his name tumbling from your lips as the pleasure overtakes you again, your body tightening, gripping him, pulling him deeper as he thrusts through it.

Austin shudders, his grip tightening on the back of your thigh, holding you open for him as his fingers work your clit faster, harder—until the pleasure peaks into something unbearable.

Your body arches, trembling violently as a blissful torture washes over you, the pleasure so intense it pulls a strangled cry from your lips.

A deep, broken moan rips from Austin’s throat as he watches you come—your warm liquid streaming over his cock, coating him, soaking his skin as you moan beneath him.

“Fuck—” he chokes out, his rhythm faltering, his grip tightening on both your thighs holding them apart as he begins to come.

A sharp groan escapes his lips, his body locking against yours, his hips snapping forward one last time, burying himself deep as he spills into you.

His hands clutch your thighs as he grinds against you, his breaths ragged as depraved sounds leave his throat feeling the pleasure crash through him.

Once the intensity subsides, his grip on your thighs loosens as he lays on top of you, his chest rising and falling against yours as he catches his breath.

He pulls you impossibly close, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, holding you like he never wants to let go.

And for a long moment, you both stay together panting, trembling, completely lost in each other.

Then, finally, he lifts his head, his blue eyes heavy with satisfaction as a lazy smile stretches across his lips.

“Baby,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing a slow teasing circle over your corset.“I told you this was going to make me lose my mind.” He grins.

You smile softly, warmth flooding through you as he shifts, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then lower, his lips brushing over the delicate curve of your breast above the lace still clinging to your body.

“Seriously, baby,” he continues, his voice husky, “I need to see you in something like this again… soon.”

His blue eyes lock onto yours, the heat in them making your stomach flutter.

You roll your eyes, trying to play it off, but the way he looks at you makes it impossible to ignore just how sexy you feel for him.

Austin just grins, his eyes full of adoration as he leans in, kissing you again—slow, deep, and filled with the love and happiness he feels for you.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips, his voice soft but certain.

You smile, your fingers brushing through his hair as you gaze up at him.

“I love you too Austin,” you whisper full of warmth.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you smile, pressing a final kiss to his lips—slow and sweet, sealing the moment between you in love.

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