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inkyajax · 1 year

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feels like forever, even if forever’s tonight

characters: thoma, kamisato ayato

genre: smut

notes: aaaaah my first (finished) genshin piece!!! i had such a blast writing this hehehe i just love this dynamic so! much! reader is female, and this is mostly written from thoma’s point of view. in my mind, this is absolutely a crime family AU, but you’re welcome to think of it in terms of canon if you’d like! please heed the warnings and stay safe! | title cred: mine by bazzi | this piece was originally posted on my main blog.

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, dubcon, manipulation/coercion, daddy kink, toxic relationships, size kink/size difference, belly bulge, cuckolding kinda (ayato watches thoma fuck his girlfriend), praise, reader is quite flexible, a hint of dumbification/degradation, rough sex, overstimulation + mentioned orgasm denial as punishment, dacryphilia, power play/power dynamics, thoma is a sub-leaning switch in this, interchangeable use of the words my lord/master

words: 5.7k

synopsis:

Everything feels raw, exposed, Thoma’s nails scraping against the thin material of his pants, fingers scrabbling for something to do under such an intense stare. That glitter in Ayato’s eyes seems to shine bright and burning as Thoma squirms beneath it, the ghost of a smirk brushing against his lips.

It’s as though his master’s gaze is stripping him bare—stripping the clothes from his skin and the flesh from his bones, prying open his rib cage and peering into his very soul itself. It’s all so invasive, yet Thoma bares it all to him anyway, almost voluntarily, begging his lord for some instruction, some guidance, some rules to follow and obey and be praised for, eliminating any room for error or overstepping of boundaries, desperate to be told what to do and how to do it so he can satisfy everyone and do it well, do it right, do it the very best.

The walls of the Kamisato Estate are intentionally thick, tasked with concealing centuries of secrets within their wooden embrace. Many important words—deals, negotiations, threats—are spoken throughout these halls, many promises made within these rooms, and such precious, confidential sentiments must be protected at all costs.

So, of course, when Thoma hears the distinct murmuring of that low baritone vibrating through the hardwood floor from below Ayato’s home office, he thinks nothing of it. This isn’t out of the ordinary—Ayato often works late, after all, and it isn’t uncommon for him to be busy sifting through documents and conducting phone calls long after Thoma has turned in for the night.

It’s common courtesy for Thoma to let his superiors know when he’s done for the day, and common respect to bid them a good night before he finally retreats back to his own quarters, the action so ingrained in his daily routine it��s become almost instinctual at this point.

Those dense manilla walls keep Ayato’s words muffled and unintelligible, even as Thoma nears the room they’re being spoken from, and he thinks nothing of sliding that heavy wooden door open just enough for his slim body to slip through the crack, as he’s done a million times before.

But the scene he’s met tonight with is unlike anything he’s ever stumbled upon, tongue gone heavy and sluggish in his mouth, saliva gathering in suffocating pools at the back of his throat, so much so that it gurgles with his sharp gasp of surprise and he chokes, coughing around the stinging breath tangled in threads of spit.

Various documents and expensive paperweights litter the floor, evidently knocked to the ground by your writhing limbs, naked body sprawled across the surface of Ayato’s long, low desk, one hand curled around the sharp edge of the dark mahogany wood, the other fisted in Ayato’s expensive dress shirt.

Kneeling between your spread legs, a fully clothed Ayato leans over your body, murmuring out a condescending croon as one strong hand catches the trembling ankle hitched on his shoulder, mindlessly readjusting it.

“Poor thing,” he sighs out with a touch of indifference embedded in his tone. “You’ve completely lost control of your body, haven’t you?”

You’re babbling out a string of unintelligible words, letters welded together with spit on your tongue, head nodding in slow, sluggish, stupid movements.

“Well, that’s okay,” Ayato coos, voice silk and syrup. “You don’t need to do anything when Daddy’s here do to it for you, do you?”

You aren’t afforded a moment to answer, though, the hand buried between your thighs twisting, pumping, curling, two—or three, Thoma can’t really tell from this angle—fingers deep in your glistening cunt, motions yanking a cracked whine from your throat.

“You don’t need to talk,” he grunts in time with the thrusting of his hand. “You don’t need to move,” another grunt, another thrust. “You don’t even need to think at all, isn’t that right, princess?”

You don’t answer, and Thoma isn’t sure if it’s because you’re not supposed to, or if it’s because you can’t, fragmented mewls being torn to shreds by hitched little gasps.

“Thus,” Ayato continues, calmly, coldly, serenely, as if he is completely unfazed by the current situation. “Next time, when Daddy tells you to not talk to a client and to stay put during his meeting, you will obey, correct?”

A moan vaguely reminiscent of an affirmation falls from your lips, head nodding in quicker motions now, short and sharp.

Thoma should leave. This isn’t right, staying to watch something so intimate, hiding in the shadows like a fucking pervert; this is—this is morally reprehensible, this is disgusting, this is a very private matter he should’ve never been privy to.

Yes, Thoma should most definitely leave. Anyone with common sense, with half a mind, with any sort of respect for their superiors at all, would’ve already left.

And yet, his heavy legs won’t fucking move, feet filled with concrete and weighted to the floor, hard cock throbbing, begging, him to stay just a little longer.

But then your misty eyes, half-lidded and unfocused and lolling around in your head like a pair of loosely secured marbles, graze over Thoma’s shrouded figure, and your gaze snaps to his face, shock and terror eradicating that drowsy, dopey haze in an instant.

“Daddy—”

“Hmm?” Ayato hums, the curling of his fingers turned vicious. “Didn’t Daddy just tell you that you don’t need to speak?”

“No—” you gasp, the word trembling, wide eyes stuck to Thoma’s face.

“No?” he seems surprised, a touch of amusement in his tone, and Thoma can practically hear him raising an eyebrow—a question, a challenge. “You’re telling Daddy no, after all of that punishment you just endured?”

“Wa-Wait, Da—”

“Oh,” he clicks his tongue, as if it’s such a pity, and Thoma doesn’t need to see his expression to know his forehead’s crinkling and mouth’s tugging downward, features saturated with mocking disappointment. “And you were doing so well.”

“I just—”

“I was going to allow you to cum, too,” he continues in that solemn tone, mourning your lost orgasm that Thoma’s sure you worked so hard to achieve. “Shame.”

“Daddy!” you squeal, the honorific practically fucked out of you by Ayato’s fingers, face contorting as you force the second name from your mouth. “Thoma!”

And, for a moment, everything stops, your whines gone silent, Ayato’s voracious fingers halting their ministrations. Thoma’s blood turns to sharp ice in his veins, his heart freezing in his chest, his breath gone frigid in his lungs.

“Oh,” Ayato says after a moment of realization, following your watery gaze over his shoulder and staring up at his subordinate. “Thoma, hello.”

Shuffling a little on his knees, Ayato turns to face Thoma fully, a pleasant little smile plastered across his face.

“I—I—” Thoma begins, head shaking in jerky, rigid movements, body thawing enough for him to start backing up, spine whacking painfully against the corner of the wall. “I shouldn’t have—I’m so sorry, my lord—This was—I really just—” his lungs shrivel in his chest as he runs out of air, inhaling harshly to revive them only to choke on his own breath as his eyes involuntarily scan his master’s body, focusing on the shimmering patch of slick staining his trousers, massive cock outlined by the wet fabric clinging to it as it strains against the material.

You’ve soaked him all the way through.

The whimper that sounds at the back of Thoma’s throat as he arrives at such a realization is downright mortifying—automatic, animalistic, pathetic—and he presses his lips together firmly in a futile attempt to silence it.

“Please, relax,” Ayato instructs, calm voice drawing Thoma’s attention back to his face. “You are not in trouble, Thoma,”

And although his voice is ridden with concern, Thoma can see it, that special little twinkle glittering in those periwinkle eyes, the one Thoma’s witnessed a million times before during deals and threats and negotiations, the one Ayato gets just before he strikes.

“I’m so sorry,” Thoma says again, the apology nothing more than a rush of breath from his mouth, elbows bumping against the wall as he raises his hands in surrender. “I was only—”

“Would you like to stay a while?”

Thoma stops.

Stay?

His cock twitches eagerly in his trousers at the prospect, his throat going dry, gummy walls sticking together as he attempts to swallow.

“Uh—Wh-What?”

“You’re welcome to continue watching, if you’d like to,” Ayato continues without a hitch, pleasant and cordial.

“I—” Yes. Yes, he would very much like to. “No, I really should be going. I’m sorry, my lord, I really shouldn’t have stayed—that was so gross of me—please forgive me for such disrespect, I’ll take my leave now—”

“Nonsense,” Ayato dismisses, eyes traveling down Thoma’s quivering body, halting their trajectory at his erection and pausing for a moment before trailing back up. “You are more than welcome to stay if you’d like to. And,” violet eyes flick down to his crotch again, a smug smirk molding to Ayato’s lips. “It seems like you’d like to.”

Of course he’d like to, Thoma’s features crinkle a little in self-deprecating confusion. Who wouldn’t like to?

From behind Ayato’s broad shoulder, you peak out, arms wrapped loosely around your torso, shoulders curved inward in a poor imitation of a shield. You look unsure—unsettled, almost—and Thoma feels that thick, tarry guilt unfurl in the pit of his stomach, spreading to engulf his surrounding organs in its sticky, suffocating embrace, snuffing out his spark of hope in an instant.

What a fucking sicko he is for even considering it, for even deriving the smallest amount of perverse pleasure from such voyeuristic endeavours, for memorizing your expressions and sounds, burning them into the tissues of his brain for later use.

He should’ve never invaded on something so personal, so precious, in the first place.

“I’m not sure she’d like me to.”

He doesn’t mean for it to come out as utterly disappointed as it does, whole face crumpling with bitter embarrassment. Eyes scrunched shut tightly, he attempts to clarify himself.

“I just mean—I don’t want to upset—offend—her any further,”

“There are no such worries to be had,” Ayato reassures lightly as he turns back to look at you, a hand reaching out to cup your jaw, long fingers tracing the curve of your cheek, the bow of your lips. “Right, sweetheart? You don’t mind if Thoma stays to watch, do you? Wouldn’t you like to show him how pretty you look when you cum on Daddy’s cock?”

Another one of those sinful whimpers claws at the back of Thoma’s tongue, but your eyes have gone glassy, glittery, glazed over with sheer want, lips parting a little as you nod.

“See?” Ayato says, but his eyes do not stray from yours, his head quirking slightly, voice gone soft. “She doesn’t mind one bit.”

Microscopic shards of ice prick through his skin, and Thoma shivers.

“Are you sure?” he whispers, wincing with the words.

“Absolutely positive,” Ayato responds with an amicable smile, finally moving to face him again. “But the choice is yours, Thoma.”

Swallowing thickly, Thoma’s eyes shift from Ayato’s face to yours, and then back again, tongue running along this top teeth and sucking as he contemplates. He wants to, of course he wants to, god does he ever want to, but—

“Stay,” you offer quietly, chin tucked cutely to your chest, gazing at him through your lashes. “Please, stay.”

And so, he does.

There’s something so taboo about it all, something so wrong, so bad about watching his boss fuck his most precious treasure, cinders of desire flickering in Thoma’s tummy as he settles down on the floor only a few feet away from your tangled bodies, legs tucked beneath him.

The hunger in Ayato’s eyes is fierce enough to swallow you whole, pupils blown and insatiable as they glide over your body, soaking up every expression, sucking down every sound, his face a heady blend of admiration and ardor.

But Thoma can’t blame him; you look breathtakingly beautiful. Skin sweat-drenched and sparkling, lips bitten raw and puffy, tiny crystal teardrops still clinging stubbornly to your clumped lashes, the devotion in your stare so strong it’s nearly crushing. Paired with the symphony of your soft mewls and sweet whimpers, you’re a living, breathing masterpiece all on your own.

He isn’t sure what, exactly, he was expecting Ayato’s style of fucking to consist of, but the healthy mix of slow, hard, sensual thrusts—filled with murmured out teases and lots of biting, licking, kissing—followed by bouts of fast, rough pistons of his hips—filled with sharp, mocking sentiments and cruel little laughs, all still managing to sound elegant in Ayato’s dignified lilt despite their callous nature—is really fucking hot.

Blunt nails carve crescents into his flesh as his fists clench tighter, thin skin stretched taut over his knuckles.

His cock is aching, but he’s unsure if he’s allowed to touch it. Would rubbing the heal of his palm against it be considered rude, or would Ayato see it as silly constraint? What if he took it out? Does he even want to take it out? Is it weird if he does? Is it weird if he doesn’t?

“Thoma,” his lord calls out in a singsong scold, stilling his hips and snapping Thoma from his thread of thoughts. “I can hear you thinking.”

“Sorry, my lord,” he responds immediately, hands uncurling and palms laid flat against his tensed thighs. “I just, uh, I...I don’t really know what to do.”

Heat scalds his cheeks at the mumbled confession, and he resists the urge to shut his eyes against the mirth his humiliation has painted across his boss’s face.

“You can do whatever you’d like,” Ayato responds, as if it’s that easy, that obvious. Amethyst eyes seach his face, and Thoma forces his spine to straighten, avoiding the temptation to hunch in on himself in a futile attempt to protect himself from his lord’s vying, prying gaze.

“My,” Ayato finally says. “I’ve hardly begun, yet you’re so hard you’re leaking through your pants. It’s...incredible.”

Thoma’s eyebrows knit in confusion, head shaking a little to indicate that he doesn’t understand. Incredible? It’s ignominious, is what it is.

But Ayato’s still observing him with that inquisitive gaze, eyes darting to your heaving body for a moment, still impaled by his cock and trying your best to keep from wiggling impatiently, before returning to Thoma’s face.

“Thoma,” he begins conversationally, and Thoma’s heart begins to pound, ribs rattling with the force. “Would you like a turn? I think it’s awfully selfish of me to keep her all to myself tonight, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I’m sorry?” Thoma sputters as the question tangles on his tongue, eyes blinking rapidly with incredulity, head nudged forward as if he’s sure he’s just misheard his lord.

“I’m asking if you’d like to fuck her,” Ayato chuckles—a patronizing little sound that plays at the back of his throat, as if Thoma’s uncertainty is so cute—and Thoma flinches. It’s always so jarring to hear such a vile curse fall from the lips of such an elegant man.

“I—No, no, my lord, I could never, she—she’s yours, and—”

“You are, by all accounts, our guest this evening. I have invited you to stay, and I think it’d be rude of me not to offer you a turn,” he explains. “You don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable with it,” Ayato adds at Thoma’s hesitance. “I am merely extending the invitation, should you wish to take it. But if you are content with just watching, that is perfectly fine, too.”

“I...Want to,” he slowly exhales the confession from his mouth after a stretch of ringing silence, eyes finding yours. “But...I—Is it alright?”

Mutely, you look towards your Daddy, something akin to distress saturating your features. Ayato frowns, shaking his head a little, and your lips mimic his own, eyebrows raising with incentive.

“Show her your cock,” Ayato demands after a moment of unspoken conversation.

The order startles Thoma, and he coughs around his response. “I, um—”

“Go on,” Ayato urges gently, violet eyes kind and trusting, disarming, that terrifying twinkle Ayato had never dared to turn on Thoma before tonight now replaced with that comforting familiarity his direct commands bring. “Show her your cock, and I promise you, she’ll say yes.”

It’s an odd request, and Thoma doesn’t fully understand it’s implications, but he obeys anyway.

Nodding to himself, Thoma shuffles closer to you, trembling hands fumbling with the waistband of his pants, gracelessly shoving at it until it yields, allowing his cock to spring free.

It glistens in the dim glow of the lamplight, head smeared with precum and steadily drooling out pearlets, shaft pretty and pink and oh-so-perfect. You murmur something, soft and awe-stricken, and Thoma’s gaze snaps to your face.

“Hmm?”

“I said it’s really pretty,” you repeat, seemingly captivated, fingers flexing, as if you wish to touch. “It’s almost as pretty as Daddy’s.”

“Oh! Uh,” heat crawls up the back of his neck and he resists the urge to scratch at it, forcing his eyes to stay trained on your profile. “Thanks,”

“You like it, baby?” Ayato coos, brushing back a few strands of sweat-soaked hair from your temple. “You want it?”

“Yes,” you breathe, gazing up at Ayato before shifting your stare to Thoma, head nodding in dreamy little movements. “Yes, please.”

“Are you sure?” Thoma asks for what seems like the umpteenth time tonight, powerless to keep the question from leaving his mouth, urgently requiring that explicit confirmation that this is real, that this is happening.

“Yeah,” you stare up at him with shimmering eyes, tongue sucking your bottom lip between your teeth and speaking around it. “Please, can I have it?”

Thoma’s body is moving the moment the bashful request tumbles from your lips, body gracefully replacing Ayato’s—who resigns himself to sitting near your head—and hips finding a snug place between your spread thighs, his cock bobbing with enthusiasm.

“So polite, my darling,” Ayato murmurs, and while the timbre in his voice is mocking, his eyes are soft, the pads of his fingertips trailing along your jaw, down the curve of your neck.

A quiet noise of contentment vibrates at the back of your throat, and you lean into your Daddy’s touch, gaze filled to the brim with adoration, begging for more of his sugary approval.

The moment feels too intimate, and Thoma averts his eyes. The head of his cock bumps against your cute little hole a second later, selfishly drawing your attention back to him, and you whine a little, hips twitching downward in desperation.

“She hasn’t been allowed to cum on a cock in a while,” Ayato explains, still gazing at you with melted affection in his eyes, palm stroking your damp forehead. “I’m quite sure she’s exceptionally excited to have you inside her,”

For a moment, such a thought instils in Thoma a bold confidence, sparks of it zipping up his spine, straightening each vertebra as they pass.

But they fizzle just as fast as they ignited, leaving behind a special type of terror, an icy dread that seeps into his bones and submerges his brain.

What if he isn’t good enough?

While his cock is considerably thick—possibly slightly thicker than what you’re used to—he definitely isn’t as big as Ayato. Will he even be able to satisfy you at all, or will he only leave you with the sourness of disappointment and regret? Is he merely here to make an utter fool of himself by cumming so hard, so fast it’s piteous? It’s been an embarrassingly long time since the last time he’s had sex, what if—

“Thoma? What are you waiting for?”

Ayato’s voice yanks him from the snare of his own thoughts once again, his eyes flashing to his superior, worry written into the creases of his forehead. Frowning, Ayato blinks twice, imploring him to speak what’s currently infecting his mind.

“What’s wrong?”

And, oh, it’s so fucking embarrassing to have to say it aloud, to admit to all of his timorous thoughts of being wholly inadequate, eyes downcast as he mumbles out his concerns.

Unsurprisingly, Ayato laughs—something that isn’t quite nice, but isn’t quite mean, either, like candied condescension—and leans forward to clap a reassuring hand on Thoma’s shoulder.

“That is entirely okay,” he says, and Thoma’s brow furrows. “She doesn’t have to cum. You can just use her, if you’d like; she’d be happy with that, too,” he pauses, violet eyes flitting to your own and eliciting an obedient nod, as if to prove his point. “And then I’ll take care of the rest. Just enjoy yourself, Thoma.”

”But...But I—” Thoma’s nose wrinkles in distaste, and Ayato’s frown deepens. Reaching out, he takes the younger man’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up to face him and holding it firmly in place.

Outwardly, Ayato appears as calm as the smooth, cool surface of an ice-glazed lake, but Thoma knows better. Thoma can see the impatience, the irritation, beginning to simmer just beneath that layer of polished frost; the blazing periwinkle that demands Thoma spit it out already, the infinitesimal flexing of his jaw, methodically pulsing in time with his even breaths; one, two, three, tense, hold, relax, one, two, three.

Clearing his throat, Thoma continues, ignoring the slight tremor sewn into his voice. “But I want to satisfy her, my lord.”

It’s hard not to grimace as the confession hangs thickly in the air between them, Ayato’s eyes clouding over with something undecipherable, something Thoma’s never experienced before. The look makes his skin crawl, little spikes of sweat erupting from his pores as he’s forced to hold his superior’s scalding gaze.

“Alright,” Ayato says after a moment of consideration, finally releasing Thoma’s chin. “I’ll show you how, briefly, and then we can get on with this. Sound reasonable?”

Thoma’s head is nodding, but Ayato doesn’t wait for an answer, moving towards the slighter man and taking Thoma’s hand between his large one, palm molding to the back as he pushes two of Thoma’s fingers down.

“It doesn’t take much,” Ayato’s saying, voice turned professional as he wraps his own fingers over Thoma’s folded ones, bringing their mess of hands to your fluttering cunt and beginning to insert them.

“Daddy!” you gasp, eyes squeezing shut as your delicate flesh yields to the four fingers.

Ignoring you, Ayato continues in the same matter-of-fact lilt. “Her favourite spot is right here,” he curls his fingers, forcing Thoma’s to curl in conjunction, pressing their knuckles into a rough, swollen patch of tissue.

A loud, sharp cry rips itself from your chest, eyes springing open only to fall shut again as Ayato massages the spot, your hips instinctually grinding downward, desperate for more.

“If you can, try to rub your cock against it, like this,” Ayato folds their fingers halfway, forcing them to dig into your silky walls and move in long, slow strokes, each pass over that spot sending a borderline violent shudder rippling through your body.

“It’s very sensitive.” Ayato nudges the spot once more—a demonstration of sorts—before gently removing their fingers. “I trust that now that you know it’s location, you’ll have no trouble angling your hips to ensure your cockhead hits it, yes?”

If he doesn’t cum in the first ten seconds, maybe.

He has several additional questions—what type of thrusts do you enjoy most? Is there a particular pace you like the best?—but Ayato is done teaching.

You seem to be getting restless, too, Thoma’s name falling from your lips in the sweetest little whimpers. “Thoma, Thoma, please, give me your cock, please,”

You sound so fucking needy, almost bordering on bratty as you reach for him, hips wiggling, thighs straining as they spread wider. Cavernous pupils shine in the low light, eyes glazed over with sugared desire and half-lidded with lust.

And finally, finally, Thoma snaps.

His body’s moving before he’s even made the conscious decision to, primal instinct surging through his blood, overwhelming his body and overriding his mind, and he growls, using his sharp hips to keep your thighs spread wide.

It’s all automatic impulse now, rational thought drowned by animalistic urges and sheer desire, that burning need he had been so desperately attempting to suppress, to control, finally erupting, flames of it burning through his veins, incinerating all previous trepidation.

And then he’s shoving his cock into you, moaning at the way your flesh yields to him, submits to him, opens up for him, stretching and splitting to accommodate his girth.

Just one swift, sharp thrust is all it takes to have him buried to the hilt, cockhead pressed snugly against your sensitive cervix. His hips shove forward further, knocking a gasp from your throat, cockhead grinding in slow, hard circles against the mound of tissue.

“Th-Thoma!” you nearly wheeze, little fingers tangling in the cotton of his t-shirt, nails piercing through the thin material and leaving fine, ragged lines of red in the muscles of his back. “Hurts!”

“Oh, you can take it,” Ayato chastises lightly, speaking over the deep growl rumbling in Thoma’s chest. It’s incredible, how calm his lord sounds, how entirely unaffected he seems to be, tone kept conversational, as if none of this matters in the slightest.

But Thoma’s barely listening; Thoma barely cares at this point, ears buzzing and vision blurred by pure lust, this insatiable craving he had tried so hard to deny, to erase, to restrain, so fierce it has dulled all of his senses to anything other than you.

Leaning back slightly, he hooks a hand under each of your knees and pushes up, up, up until your knees nudge your shoulders, legs folded up on either side of your body.

“Be a—Be a good girl and hold yourself open for me, yeah?”

It’s supposed to be an instruction, a demand, but it comes out whiny and full of yearning, voice already wrecked and mangled in his throat. If he were in his right mind, he’d be horrified by how eager, how utterly desperate he sounds. Yet he doesn’t pay it any mind at all, the breathy plead that practically dribbled from his lips like dollops of thick honey, too focused on fucking you for it to be of any importance.

With a singular, shaky exhale, his hips draw back, slow and steady, the smooth sculpted muscles in his arms flexing with the strain as he hovers above you, stilling for just a moment before he’s fucking back into you, his thrust harsh enough to send your entire body skidding against the wood beneath you, setting a ruthless pace from the start.

Each pound of his hips is more brutal than the last, each ramming fractured sobs and pitched mewls of his name from your chest, each forceful enough to shove Ayato’s heavy desk a few inches forward with every plunge into you, mahogany wood scraping against the floorboards.

It must be hurtful for you, each slam of his cockhead against your cervix, each drag of his shaft against that spot, your features twisted in the perfect mix of pain and pleasure; eyebrows scrunched and eyes squeezed shut, mouth lolling open and tongue flopping about, lips slicked sheen with spit, drool oozing from the corners of your mouth to drip in viscous beads along your jaw.

It’s fucking beautiful, the most immaculate piece of art Thoma has ever witnessed, experienced, had a hand in creating.

“You like that, huh?” he’s nearly spitting at you, words sandwiched between ragged pants. “It’s good?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you’re chanting, head nodding in quick little motions as your eyes drift back, eyelashes fluttering prettily.

“Tell me,” he keens, voice shattered by his razored breaths. “Tell me how much you like my cock,”

And although his tone borders on begging, his eyes are sharp and blazing with ardor, his chest heaving with exertion, strands of golden hair saturated in sweat and clinging to his forehead, his temples, his neck.

“Your cock is so good, Thoma,” you nearly wail. “I love it—I-I love it s’much!”

A groan vibrates in his chest, his eyes shutting tightly before springing open again, shuddering out a breathy little, “Yeah?” in time with the next drive forward of his hips.

“Uh—Uh-huh, so big, fills me up so good, can feel you in my tummy, Thoma,”

The resulting whine that catches in his throat, pitched high and desperate, is absolutely pathetic—though you don’t seem to think so, cute little cunt pulsing around his cock in response.

“Lemme feel, baby—ah, fuck—lemme feel,”

A large hand splays itself on your gut, his hips never once faltering as he presses down, a loud cry falling from his lips as the tip of his cock nudges his palm through your flesh.

“God,” he breathes. “That’s so fucking hot.”

Your dainty hand lays itself atop of his, soft palm pressing down harder, forcing him to feel the bulge of his cock buried inside of you again, a choked moan strangling itself in his throat as the arm supporting his weight begins to quiver.

He can tell that you’re getting close now, whole body beginning to tremble beneath his own, little fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as you force yourself open wider for him.

Ayato can tell, too.

“Are you going to cum, sweetheart?” he asks, the pet name drenched in saccharine condescension. “Are you going to show Thoma how very pretty you look, creaming all over his cock?”

You can barely speak, too fucked out to manage anything other than the stammered stream of Yes, Daddy’s and Can I, please Daddy?’s flowing steadily from your mouth.

Ayato gives you his murmured permission—a gentle Go ahead, princess—and then you’re complying, convulsing cunt gushing all over Thoma’s cock, a tangle of his name and your Daddy’s jumbled on your tongue, a mess of letters so intertwined that they’ve become one unintelligible word.

“Good girl,” Ayato breathes, and that’s the first time Thoma has heard him sound affected by anything all night.

Thoma’s thrusts are getting sloppy now, devolved into frantic and uneven jackhammering that gains more speed with each snap forward, the aftershocks of your orgasm still coursing through your veins, vibrations spiking with each pump of his hips.

He can feel his own orgasm simmering in the pit of his stomach, rising higher and higher with every weak throb of your over-sensitive cunt, growing hotter and hotter with every noise he manages to fuck out of you until it’s finally boiling over, up his throat and out his mouth and—

“Oh, oh god, oh, Aya—my lord, I—I’m gonna—Can I—Can I—” And, truthfully, Thoma isn’t sure whether he’s asking if he can cum, or if he can cum inside his master’s favourite plaything.

But he doesn’t have to decide; Ayato does that for him.

Humming in contemplation, amethyst eyes shift from Thoma to you, Ayato’s head tilting slightly. “Would you like his cum, princess?”

Your response is immediate, bleary eyes snapping to Ayato’s face, head nodding enthusiastically. “Oh gosh, Daddy, yes, yes, I want his cum, yes!”

“F-Fuck,” Thoma whimpers, hips stuttering with the shudder of his breath.

“You can cum inside, Thoma,” Ayato grants him permission, voice soft as a silk blanket that envelopes him, caressing his cheek as it drapes itself across his shoulders—a warm, familiar embrace of encouragement, of praise, of approval.

“Th-Thank you, my lord,”

“I want it, Thoma,” you’re whimpering beneath him, blinking up at him with filmy eyes, words drowning in muddled pools of spit collecting in the dips and crevices of your mouth. “I want it, I-I want it, give it to me,”

“Greedy girl,” Ayato scolds with a disapproving click of his tongue, demeanour changed in an instant. “Ask nicely,”

Turning your glassy gaze back on Thoma, you stare up at him like he’s some sort of fucking god, eyes glistening with potent want, an indescribable craving that manifests as pleads spilling from your mouth.

“Thoma, Thoma, please give me your cum, please, fill me up with it, stuff me full of it, I want it so bad, Thoma, pretty please!” you practically cough out, the sentiment fractured by hiccups and gurgled together at the back of your throat, words flowing in one continuous sob.

It’s so fucking hot, so fucking wrong, so fucking delicious, and the whine that claws it’s way past his lips and rips through his gasping breaths is nothing short of gorgeous, pitched high and cracked with pleasure, with desire.

“Give my princess what she wants, Thoma,” Ayato says, and although it’s phrased as a statement, it’s clearly an order, and Thoma’s good at following those.

Three more pistons of his hips and he’s obeying his master. It’s vicious, the shudder that tears through Thoma’s body as his cock throbs, filling you to the brim with scalding, thick cum, so much so that it’s begun to leak out of your cunt, smeared all over Thoma’s cock and your inner thighs, pearly glops of it drooling down your ass to collect in a puddle on Ayato’s desk.

Black darkens the edges of his vision, a pair of strong hands catching him just before he collapses on top of you, Ayato leaning Thoma against his chest, his cheek snug against the crook of his lord’s neck, exhaling uneven little pants of breath against his skin.

Everything feels hazy, like time has slowed, seconds dripping by as if they were hours, the gentle, repetitive rhythm of Ayato’s fingers through Thoma’s hair keeping him grounded in this reality.

“Come here, baby,” Ayato murmurs, holding his free arm out towards you and inviting you to crawl sluggishly towards him. You allow yourself to be wrapped up in your Daddy’s embrace, head finding purchase on Thoma’s damp chest, clinging to the both of them.

“You did so well,” Ayato whispers, punctuating his praise with chaste kisses to the crown of your head. “You both did so well, I’m so proud of you. You were both so good for me.”

And, well, all either of you ever want to be is good for him.

#thoma x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato x reader #thoma smut #kamisato ayato smut #ayato smut #eeeeee i hope this works!!#i figured it would be good to have it here as well #tw:daddy kink #tw:dubcon #tw:toxic relationship #tw:size kink #tw:degradation

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alder-saan · 1 year

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Hiya love! I was wondering if I could request a Cersei Lannister x Fem HandMaiden where R has been her maiden for like forever and has a massive crush on Cersei and Cersei like them back sorta thing ? I know that’s very vague apologies if it becomes difficult.

Much love I adore your writing so so much!!

AAAAAH that'smyfavouritetropeomglikewow

And I love Cersei too (yes, I love Cersei and Brienne, I'm Jaime)

That's okay for giving me a vague description of what you wanted, this trope will always inspire me. And I hope you'll like it.

This one-shot is inspired by Warming her pearls by Carol Ann Duffy.

The pearls

Cercei Lannister x fem! Handmaiden! reader

Warnings: none

Wordcount: ~1700

not real angst, not real fluff... just something in between

You were in her room, silently watching her opening a golden box set with precious stones. She had just discovered it, as it had been placed on a shelf in her room during the day. And in the evening, when you and her went back to her bedroom, you saw it. A present from Jaime, you thought. Gods you hated that man. He had never been mean or even contemptuous, but you hated the way he kissed Cersei. You hated the way she seemed so happy with him. You hated him for being loved by your mistress...

Her back was to you, but in the mirror, you could see her and the box in her lovely hands. In the case, on red velvet, was lying a necklace, with big milky pearls. All white, with pink and blue hue. But the most beautiful, and also the most painful, was her smile when she saw it. A big smile who meant "I love when Jaime spends money for me". She was the kind of woman who loved receiving gifts. And these gifts, big dazzling jewels, wild silk dresses, aged red wines, black panther furs were unaffordable for you.

Cersei looked at you in the mirror, but you didn't see her glance. You were thinking about how she moaned when Jaime kissed her. And how bad you wished she moaned like this on your lips.

"Y/N?" she said, putting the pearls around her neck.

Her voice brought you back to reality.

"Yes, my Lady?"

"You don't like the pearls, do you?"

"Your necklace is beautiful, my Lady."

"Then what are your pretty lips twisting like that for, mh? I hope that's not for me..."

"N-No, never, my Lady. I owe you everything."

"I'm glad you remember it. But why did you look so angry? Tell me."

"Just some guy who annoys me." You shrugged, that was a partial truth.

"Who? I can sentence him to death..."

"Gods, no. No need to do that."

Your Queen gave you a suspicious look. You tried as best you could to act natural.

"Mh. Let's take a bath, shall we?"

"As you command, my Lady."

You smiled a bit. That was your own privilege. As her handmaid, you would see Cersei Lannister every day in Eve's clothes. You followed her into the bathroom of King's Landing castle.

It was a big room, with many pools, some hotter, some colder. In the evening, the golden light reflected on the water, highlighting the ceiling with hundreds of dancing little stars. You locked the door behind you, making sure no one would disturb you (even though the bathroom was exclusive to members of the Royal Family). She was waiting for you to help her undress.

You started unbuttoning the back of her dress. The fabric slipped off the soft skin of her shoulders by itself, gradually revealing her back to your eyes. You turned around her, bowing to lower her dress a little at time. Now you were in front of her, at her feet, you untied her shoes.

"Y/N? Look at me darling, please."

You raised your head, a bit confuse. Did you do something wrong? But she only gave you a little smile.

"Gods if all my servants obeyed me like you do..."

You looked again at her shoes, as she lifted a foot for you to take of one.

"I will do anything you ask of me, my Lady."

"Anything?"

You shivered, hearing in her voice this dominant side of her personality.

"Anything."

You took off her second shoe.

"If I threw you off the wall and asked you to fly, would you do it?"

"I would. I would find a way."

It was a trick question, and you got around her trap. If you had said you couldn't, she would have been disappointed. If you had said it was impossible, she would have replied that you should not pretend to do everything she asked if it was not in your power. Your hand reached her underwear, the only piece of fabric which kept her from complete nudity. She grabbed your wrist.

"Stop lying." Cersei said.

"I am not. Throw me, and you'll see. If I am, the gods will kill me for that. And if I am not, I'll manage to do it."

"You think you're smart, uh?"

She stared into your eyes and continued.

"But you're stupid." She let go of your wrist "You know very well how it would end."

"Yes, but I would die for you." You said, while taking off her underwear.

As you stood up, she looked at you for a moment. You held her gaze for a few seconds, but eventually looked away.

"Do you know why I never replaced you?" She asked.

"I don't know, my Lady."

"Because I don't understand you. You are an enigma, a mistery, Y/N."

"What would you like to know, my Lady?"

"I don't want you to answer my questions. That'd be too easy. I like being challenged."

"I could give you some hints..."

You moved your hands to her neck to remove her necklace but she took them in hers.

"I want to keep it for this time."

Jealousy made your heart sunk. Why? Why did she want to keep it? This moment was yours. It was you and her, the both of you. And only the both of you. Now she wanted to bring Jaime in it? In your moment?

"Yes, sure."

She gave you a smile, noticing the look in your eyes.

"You don't like these pearls."

"I told you-"

"And I don't like when your pretty lips are telling such ugly lies."

Cersei's voice had turned cold, but her smile remained. She was angry.

"I don't understand why. I mean, yes, I like you being a mystery, but I hate when you lie or hide the truth. There is clearly something wrong about those pearls."

You lowered your head, gaze fixed on the tiles.

"Now, undress and join me in the pool. We'll talk about this. You better tell me the truth this time."

Your mistress walked to one of the warm pools and slowly entered the water. You took off your dress and underwear. She was staring at you. You felt as if her gaze would melt your skin. The guilty feeling gave you a lump in your throat. You couldn't manage looking at her.

You entered the water next to her.

"Now tell me everything."

"I can't that's not-"

"Oh, yes, you can. You just told me you would do anything for me."

"Promise me you won't throw me off the wall..."

"I can't promise you anything. Did you betrayed me? Now tell me or I torture you." She closed her eyes. "And I don't want to do it."

"I-I don't like the fact that's from Jaime. I don't like that man I'm sorry."

She seemed confused. But her voice softened.

"What is about Jaime you don't like? Did he hurt you? Is he that guy you talked me about?"

"Yes, that's him. But he never hurt me... on purpose."

"What did he do? I can tell him and he'll apologize"

You nervously bit your lower lip.

"I can't. That's-"

"Please, tell me."

Her voice wasn't cold anymore, you could hear worries in it. You gathered all your courage and breathed in.

"He... He kisses you."

She opened her mouth but didn't say anything, completely speechless. You continued.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't think that but... How I whish it was me... How I wish I was the person you think about all day. I'm sorry that's not... I mean, that's so stupid. You love him, he loves you but Gods! I would do anything to be him just for one night."

"Don't say that, Y/N."

"I am sorry."

All suddenly seemed cold all around you. You looked at your feet, distorted by the little waves, and by the tears in your eyes. Cersei took your chin in her fingers and turned your head towards her.

"Don't say that because he has much more reasons to be jealous than you do."

Your eyes widened. You tried to tell something but nothing went out your throat. She wiped your tears with her thumbs.

"Firstly, those pearls are not a gift from him."

"Wh- What? Who then?"

"I bought them."

At this moment, you felt so stupid. You had assumed so quickly that was a present from Jaime, you hadn't thought about the possibility that it could have been her...

"I bought them for you. I wanted to give you, but when I saw this look in your eyes through the mirror... I thought that was not a good present for you. I thought you didn't like it. And so I decided to keep them, and to buy you an other present."

You blushed. A present for you, her handmaiden? A pearls necklace?

"I'm sorry..."

"Do you like them?"

"Those are the most beautiful pearls I ever seen."

She removed the necklace and hand it to you.

"Then keep it."

"I can't, I'm just your handmaiden, my Lady. You can't give me that."

She sighed.

"You would do anything for me, uh?"

"I would. But-"

"Turn yourself."

You turned and showed her your back. She placed the pearls round your throat. Her fingers lingered on your bare skin. That made you shiver. You didn't dare to move. She was drawing small circles with her fingertips. The contact drove you crazy. You were bright red. You wanted more. You wanted her to kiss you.

Your heart raced as you felt her lips on your naked shoulder. Her hands went down your ribs. It made you suffocate. Her lips wandered on your skin, softly brushing it. She kissed your neck, your spine, then she tried to reach your jaw, pressing her breasts against your back.

"Turn again, I want to see your pretty face." she whispered in your ear.

You turned and met her gaze. She cupped your face and kissed you. Her lips against yours, that was everything you had ever dreamed of. That was magical. You shyly reciprocated and placed your hands on her waist. She smiled against your lips.

"Y/N, I want you to wear these pearls so that anyone can see who you belong to."

Cersei moved her head back a little to look you in the eye. She tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I want you to stay a little longer in my room tonight..."

"Y-Yes."

"Yes who?"

"Yes my Lady."

"Good, now do your job and clean me up. If you do it well I might consider rewarding you."

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I truly loved writing it, thank you for this request, and I hope you liked it.

#queen cersei #cersei lannister #game of thrones #cersei x reader #cersei lannister x reader

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chaoticspeedrun · 1 year

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Heya beautiful, How's your day going? Pretty well i hope!

So you obsessed with some turtles too i see,especially the blue and purple one...

Well,i addicted to the blue one so,hear me out about that precious boy with reader (female or neutral your choise) in this scenario a little bit long:

The reader had some heavy problems in mind,she already know the turtle a some time so often they help her but this time,she make everything to be by herself without anyone. But our baby blue just wanna help so he goes to the reader's apartment and somehow maneged to be there making her feel better.

But

She just feel like that cuz she's throwing the problems on him without noticing. At some point,the two of them are hunging out watching a movie or sum and because of some fight play they end up kissing,and she notice in that moment what has bein going demanding to him go away.

Ashemed,she try to explain things ending up in a discusion about that but (after some angst moment) they make up for it and boom,confession and happy end! (Cuz i live for the happy ending 😊

Sorry if its to long or confusing,you can just ignore without probs bth,thank you for seeing this,bye bye!

Aaaaah! This ask hit a little close to home, I always overwork myself to much trying to do things alone, thanks for your ask! I hope I understood your idea correctly and that you like it! :)

Overworked

Pairing: Rise!Leo x GN reader (No use of Y/N)

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Reader wants to do this huge project herself instead of relying on her friends, but Leo is dead set on helping her.

Warnings: Slight angst.

MASTERLIST

Once you'd moved out on your own, and started college you felt like you were finally completely independent and in charge of your own life.

But recently since you'd started your internship you started noticing that might not be really true.

From the moment you moved out, the turtles had helped you with almost everything you'd needed, carrying the furniture inside your new apartment, decorating, setting up your electronics and bringing little gifts and stuff you would need that you had completely forgotten to get, like a microwave, some kitchen utencils, etcetera.

And the rest of your life wasn't any different.

Whenever you needed help with school work, Donnie was always ready and happy to help, he had already saved you anytime a file was deleted accidentally or your computer froze.

Food was never an issue, because Mikey loved popping in and cooking with you, teaching you new recipes, making sure the fridge was always stocked and always sending you back home from the lair with leftovers.

Raph was frequently checking in on you, worrying about how you were doing, reminding you to pay your bills, and he always knew when you had an appointment or important project.

And Leo, Leo was always there for anything you needed, wether you just needed a good laugh, someone to listen to you or if you were too anxious to make a phone call. He would offer to walk you home when you were out late, or portal something in when you forgot it at home.

The turtles were a constant in your life and you loved them to bits, but as you started calling Leo right after receiving a big project for your internship you had an epiphany.

Why was your immediate reaction to call Leo for help?

You immediately hung up before the phone could start ringing and took a moment to think.

The project you'd just been enthrusted with required a lot of networking, especially since you needed to find promoters and convince some higher ups to attend, which is why you'd thought Leo could help you.

But how would you prove you could take care of such a thing if you always had your friends doing everything for you? If you relied on Leo to get what you needed you wouldn't learn anything, no, you needed to be more independent and fend for yourself.

Resolute on this you started making a list of possible promoters to contact.

It'd been weeks since you started this project and the turtles were getting a little worried, especially Leo.

Ever since the project started they barely saw you, if at all, Mikey had popped in a couple of times wanting to cook with you but you always apologized and told him you'd already ate.

Raph would check on you, but everytime he did he seemed more worried, convinced you weren't sleeping well, but you'd tell him you had everything under control.

Donnie hadn't been worried, until he waltzed in to your apartment and saw you with a spreadsheet of things you needed to get done twice as long as the ones you made for your school projects where he had helped you and you both still hadn't slept much.

Leo was sure you were being consumed by stress and had immediately offered to help.

"I can do this myself Leo! Don't worry." you said.

But he did worry.

The others had begrudgingly accepted that you wanted to do this by yourself but Leo just couldn't.

He'd been crushing on you for so long, he loved hanging out at your apartment, loved being useful to you, loved it when you'd ask him for anything, if you said jump he'd ask how high.

Not that he would let you know that.

So how could he just let you do this all by yourself when it obviously was too much? What kind of knight in shining armor would he be if he just stood by while you wasted yourself away?

He'd just pay you a little visit to cheer you up.

Your hair was a mess from your hand going back and forth over your locks and pulling every once in a while, your lip had been bitten to the point it was bleeding and your eyes were red from staring at a screen for so long.

You kept convincing yourself that it would just take a little more, you could push through! But the spreadsheet glaring at you through the screen said otherwise.

You were about to stand up for another cup of coffee when the telltale sound of Leo's portals came from your living room.

"Knock knock~" Came his voice through the door of your room and you sighed before standing up to open it.

You were greeted with Leo's big grin which faltered just slightly at seeing you before going back to normal as if nothing had happened.

"Well hello, going somewhere?" He asked jokingly and you rolled your eyes walking around him to the kitchen.

"Just for coffee, what are you doing here?" you asked while you took out the coffee beans and he followed.

"Just wanted to hang around, I know you're busy but I thought some company might do you good" He answered easily making you look at him and his innocent smile with skepticism.

"Just to hang?" You asked and he nodded eagerly.

"Just to be around my dear friend while they go through their whole reserve of coffee in one try" He said and managed to pull a small smile out of you.

You sighed looking back at him "Alright, you can stay" You said looking at him softly while he grinned and added water to your coffee maker.

After that a couple days went by were Leo like clockwork portaled into your room to hang out keeping you company while you worked, which was actually great for your mood.

You started laughing more, eating better and best of all you had actually slept a whole 5 hours undisturbed since Leo started coming in.

Leo's company just made you feel way better than when you started, it must have been because he kept making jokes about what you were doing or the people who you had to contact but were stressful to work with, or sometimes he'd give you a massage while you leaned over your desk and refill your cup of coffee.

It was sweet, and the more you thought about it the giddier you felt.

And then finally, the last checkmark on your spreadsheet was checked off, the project finally finished for the time being.

You leaned back on your chair to stretch when you heard the sound of Leo's portal opening on your living room, you excitedly rushed over as he made his way through, just when the portal disappeared and he looked at you you jumped to his arms, he caught you wide eyed and looked down blushing as he saw you grinning at him.

"I finished! My project is done!" You said and he beamed down at you hugging you back and twirling you around.

"That's great! How are you feeling?" He asked and you giggled.

"I feel great! Accomplished! I can't believe I did all of this by myself! I told you I could do it" You said with sparkling eyes and in your excitement you didn't notice how Leo flinched slightly.

You separated yourself from him and started your way towards the kitchen "Wanna watch a movie? Your pick"

Leo agreed and soon you were both on your couch with a big bowl of popcorn already half finished and legally blonde playing on your TV.

As the movie progressed you started joking around with renewed energy, repeating the dialogue and acting out the part, at one especially ridiculous interpretation by Leo you started laughing wholeheartedly at him.

"Oh? You think you can do better than me?!" He asked grinning as you kept laughing

"I know I can do better, for such a drama queen your interpretation of Elle is terrible" you said and he gasped loudly placing a hand over his chest

"How dare you insult my acting, come here!" He said and his hands flew to your sides to tickle you, you screeched trying to get away from him as your laughter grew and he grinned wildly.

"LEHE-HE-OOOOH STO-HOHOP!" you stuttered between laughter as he kept going, leaning further over you.

Trying to squirm away from him you ended up falling from the couch and dragging him with you, with a huff you both ended up on the floor trying to catch your breaths from laughing.

When you looked up his face was right in front of yours and you noticed how adoring his gaze was, his eyes softening as you both seemed frozen in time.

You reached up to his face with your hand and he leaned towards it with a soft sigh.

You both started leaning closer and the past week went through your mind, how Leo was there with you while you were almost pulling your hair out from stress.

You felt one of his hands on your waist, remembering how kind he was as he massaged you while you pushed through your project and your back hurt horribly.

His breath against your lips and the smell of coffee from him reminded you how he kept filling your cup as you checked your spreadsheet.

How last night as he did you excitedly noticed you'd finished more calls and e-mails than you thought you had.

The space between your lips was gone and Leo was kissing you as you closed your eyes fully, laid on your living room floor, your hands went around his neck as you pulled him closer and you felt him sigh happily, smiling slightly into the kiss.

Your thoughts, intrusively took you out of the moment as you recalled you never called the chief of administration, you'd been dreading that call because he was just nasty.

But last night it was checked off your spreadsheet.

Your eyes were suddenly open wide as you recalled how many check marks on your spreadsheet you HADN'T marked, they just appeared, you're sure of it.

You stopped kissing Leo and he leaned back a bit, his eyes fluttering open until he noticed your expression, his heart sinking as he noticed you looked angry.

Before he could say anything you started sitting up making him fumble away as you spoke "You need to leave."

His eyes were open wide and he looked devastated "I-I thought that yo-"

"Leo" You said firmly stopping him in his tracks "I need you to leave, we'll talk tomorrow"

You couldn't look at him, couldn't look at what expression he was making, a flash of blue illuminated the room for a moment and then he was gone.

You laid your head on your hands as your thoughts went wild.

Everytime Leo left the room to get you more coffee, to go to the bathroom or get you food, when he came back the finished tasks on your spreadsheet increased.

Leo had been making those calls for you, he'd been deceiving you and letting you believe you'd done everything yourself, did he not trust you could? Did you rely so much on him?

The project was done, but you didn't feel accomplished at all.

When you woke up you had a headache, and you couldn't stop thinking about Leo.

The scene were you told him to get out after you kissed kept repeating through your mind like a broken record and you winced.

You shouldn't have done that, you liked Leo, you'd liked him for so long but you were so angry that he had deceived you.

You took out your phone and started typing on your chat with him.

"We need to talk"

Not much later the sound of Leo's portal made you walk out of your room.

You were greeted with the sight of the usually confident turtle looking anything but confident, his pose was relaxed but you could notice the slight hunch of his shoulders, how his eyes looked tired and would glance everywhere but you, and how his usual easy smile was nowhere to be seen.

You felt terrible about it, but you needed to stand your ground about what happened.

"Did you call the promoters for me?" You asked straight to the point and saw his eyes widen slightly before he looked down.

He didn't answer but it was enough.

"Why?" You asked searching desperately for his gaze "Didn't you think I could do it myself?"

"Of course you could, I just..."

"Then why?! I told you I wanted to do it myself! It was my project, I wanted to show I could do it alone!" Your voice grew louder and so did his as he glared at you.

"But you didn't have to! I just wanted to help!"

"But I didn't want your help!" you yelled

"Why not?! What did you need to prove?!" He asked frustrated.

"That I don't need to rely on you guys all the time!"

He scoffed "You weren't sleeping or eating properly! You can't prove you don't need us if you faint from overworking yourself!"

Your eyes widened as you registered his words and he winced but kept going, this time his voice lower almost a whisper.

"Did you regret kissing me?" he asked and your heart broke for him as he once again turned his gaze to the floor.

You swallowed your anger for a moment.

"Of course not" you told him as you walked closer, he looked back up at you nervously and you continued "I was mad, because I realized what you did and I felt like you didn't trust me, like you didn't believe I could do things myself."

"I do" He mumbled "You are more than capable, I know, it's just, you looked so exhausted and I just wanted to take a little of that weight off your shoulders."

You took one of his hands on yours and sighed "I know...you're right, I wasn't taking care of my health."

"But you asked me not to and I went behind your back, I'm sorry" He told you regretfully looking deep into your eyes.

Finally you smiled softly and squeezed his hands.

"It's Okay, thank you for worrying about me" you answered and he gave you a small smile back.

A moment of silence passed between both of you before you spoke again "Leo?"

"Hm?"

"I like you."

His eyes widened as he looked at you, his face slowly becoming a darker shade of green "you do?"

"Yeah" your smile grew slightly.

"You really do?" He asked again earnestly, lifting your hands with his to the level of your chests.

"I really really do, I've liked you for a long time now."

You heard Leo make a small excited sound on the back of his throath before he jumped into your arms, hugging you tight as he kissed you again.

You laughed into the kiss surprised before kissing him back, your hands on his shoulders now as he pulled you as close as possible to him, you teeth bumping against each other because you both couldn't stop smiling long enough to kiss properly.

You spent the morning in his arms, you'd talk more about what happened later, but you were sure Leo wouldn't deceive you like that again, for now you just wanted to enjoy as he churred, nuzzling into your neck.

#rottmnt leonardo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rise leo x reader #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt #leo x reader #leonardo x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise! leo #rise leonardo

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ticklygiggles · 6 months

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Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 19 - Darkness

Oikawa Tooru x Ushijima Wakatoshi x Iwaizumi Hajime

A/N: we almost didn't have a cute picture but precious @/lovelynim helped me oouutty, you are an angel thank you so muuuchhh

Darkness in all directions. A little bit of anxiety made the tips of his fingers and his toes tingle. When he agreed to play this, he didn't really think that he was going to end up being the blindfolded person, but there he was, with his hands out in front of him, seeking the warmth of one of his lovers' bodies.

Besides darkness, there was also deafening silence around him. He could hear a sudden shuffle of feet or a strangled giggle, but it was barely enough to know where exactly they were.

He was getting nervous and he was also sweating a little, but just before he was going to give up, a sudden cackle made him jump.

"Cheheheateheher!" Oikawa recognized the shriek right away and he was able to figure out where it came from.

He rushed to that direction and heard two startled shrieks as he approached them, quickly jumping out, hoping to catch at least one of them and he nearly cried when he did.

"Ack! Aaaaah! You can't- AHAHAHA! Nohohoho!"

Oikawa quickly took the blindfold off with one of his hands as the other latched to one of Iwaizumi's hips, however, he was surprised to find Iwaizumi clinging to a flushed Ushijima, who was wearing a little nervous smile.

Oikawa smirked, "Two for one?" He asked playfully as he graciously tackled both man to the wooden floor, one hand tickling Iwaizumi's hip, the other tickling Ushijima's armpit.

Both men broke into nearly hysterical laughter as they squirmed and jerked about, trying to escape from Oikawa.

"You both really made me suffer this time," Oikawa said over their loud laughter. "Now suffer the consequences!"

Oooff, at least another victory for him!

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feels like forever, even if forever’s tonight

characters: thoma, kamisato ayato

genre: smut

words: 5.7k

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