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[crystallisnow]

okay guys it's been awhile and I wanted to ask anyone with some good or any Leonardo x female reader fanfics? Either here, ao3 or Wattpad. Cause I've been missing TMNT for awhile and I'm also rewatching the 2k12 series.

Btw this is any type of TMNT universe either bayverse, 2k12 or 2k18/03 either way, I think my favorite one is the bayverse and 2k12? But ehhh, any is good. Oh and Raph as well

[obsessedwrhys]

can i request a bayverse leonardo x female reader where they started dating only recently and this is the first time that she decides to act on her urges to shower him with affection (sitting on his lap and just give him kisses all over his face and then snuggle in his arms because he may be her huge handsome boyfriend but he is also very cute in her eyes and she loves him so much)? and how he reacts to this? thank you so much if you decide to write it! <3

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Cuteness Aggression (Bayverse!Leo x Fem!Reader)

ᯓ★ fluffy fluff, lots of babying the blue leader (deserved), reader goes by she/her!

ᯓ★

It had been a week since you and Leo finally made it official. Everything seemed to have happened so fast that sometimes when you're with him, you had to stop and realise that you were now dating the very person who used to be your best friend.

Thats why you couldn't help it when you'd be a bit guarded around him. The way your body freezes when he wraps his arm around your waist or your face turning cherry red whenever he placed kisses on your cheek. It wasn't that you didn't like him.

You're just painfully shy.

And Leo understands that, he doesn't push it. He knows that you're still adjusting to this new stage in your life. Besides, it's not everyday for an average person to find themselves in a relationship with a literal mutant. That's why he'll always wait for the green light before initiating any form of physical affection.

Thats what you both agreed on and things have been smooth sailing since.

But today, you felt different. Maybe it could be the way you aced your presentation at work or how the barista finally got your drink right. You weren't sure but you just found yourself in the lair with this profound carefreeness radiating from around you.

With the brothers still out and busy with their patrols, you decided to treat yourself to some good movie on the TV. You thought you'd give the film a try due to its high ratings. It's not everyday you're blessed with this much free time so might as well take this time to spend it.

By the time you're halfway through the movie and close to the detective sorting out the clues linking to the killer. Distant echoes of the brothers returning from their patrol grew louder and louder 'til they finally stepped foot into the lair. They were laughing and chatting, seemingly in good spirits which also corresponds to another patrol gone well.

With your focus now on the turtles, or turtle, it didn't take long for the blue leader to finally lock eyes with you. The moment he was aware of your presence, his face relaxed from the sight of the familiar face he was looking forward to see. He approaches you, breaking away from his brothers who are making their way to the kitchen with their freshly bought pizzas.

"You look cozy" He remarked, noticing the way you were completely enveloped by blankets.

You chuckled, a bit embarrassed on how you've claimed this spot of the lair as your own.

"Thought I'd treat myself. You wanna join?" You asked, your eyes sparkling with plead and he couldn't help but look back at his brothers before back at you. A conclusion already made with a defeated smile.

"Sure" He says and you quickly scoot over to make room for him.

The cushion sinks upon the weight of his body and you made sure to lift the blanket aside before placing it around his lap... or whatever it could cover. The blanket is definitely big enough just for you but for you and him? There's gonna be some back and forth pulling.

"What are we watching?" He said while reaching for some of the bowl of popcorn.

"Se7en"

"Again? This is like your 6th time watching it now"

"8th actually" You corrected him and he laughs.

With the two of you finally quieting down and enjoying the film, you failed to notice your body slowly pressed against his. It felt almost like there was an unknown force pulling you towards him. Maybe it was the familiar warmth radiating off his body or the way he smelled like lavender from the incense sticks. You were just incredibly attracted towards him.

That was why it came naturally for you to rest your head on his bicep while your arms wrapped around his arm. He took noticed of this and he was trying everything to not make a big deal out of this, even though, this was a big deal for him. If you moved any closer you could hear his heart beating out of his chest.

With his focus drawn to your touch and breathing, he failed to notice when the movie finally reached the end. Suddenly you removed your grip on his arm to stretch as you let out a tired yawn. He looks at you, a bit upset you moved but also smiling fondly at how cute you look when you're tired.

"Wanna crash here for the night?"

"Yes pleaseeee" You grunt softly while letting your back hit the sofa.

He gets up, ready to head to his room expecting for you to follow after him until he felt you kick him gently on his leg to grab his attention. He turns to the sight of your back still glued to the sofa. Suddenly you reached out your arms at him with grabby hands and he chuckles at your childish demeanor. However he didn't waste a second obliging to your demands.

He picked you up as though you weighed nothing to him and he couldn't help but look down at you adoringly when you let out a long yawn before resting your arm on your eyes. The moment you felt yourself placed on the mattress of his bed, you dramatically splattered across it as if it's your own. He grins as he shakes his head in disbelief.

"You know you don't own this bed all to yourself right?" He crossed his arms.

"Mmm.." With whatever strength you had left, you moved yourself to the side for him to sit down.

"Aren't you the tired one" He smiles, rubbing your back which made you let out a satisfied sound.

After a moment when he thought you had fallen asleep, he removes his hand to reach for his book on the nightstand. He was planning to read from where he left off last time but just when he's 5 words in, you suddenly got up and sat on his lap.

"Wow..." Your actions caused him to divert his attention to you as he placed his book aside. With your head placed on his chest and your arms around him, he hesitated for a minute before placing his arms around your body.

This was new...

Very new...

But is he complaining?

"Why'd you stop rubbing?" You whined and he laughs.

Oh so that's why.

"Right, how selfish of me to stop" He joked.

Just then you lift yourself up to look at him. He stares at you, both confused and worried if he had said anything to anger you. Instead you cupped his face before leaning in to kiss him all over. He doesn't do anything. If anything he just stares at you, unsure on how to react. Is this actually happening or is this all in his head?

"You're so cute...!" You exclaimed before snuggling your face against his like a cat does.

He laughs with his hands gently pushing you back before you get any bright ideas on biting him next. He ruffles your head lightly before pressing his lips on your forehead, letting it last for a while before pulling back. His eyes nothing but pure love, it was although you had him in a trance... or maybe your messy hair just made you look irresistible to him.

"What's got you in such a loving mood?" He asks and you narrowed your eyebrows all confused.

"Am I not allowed to show my love and affection now? I can stop—"

"Nonono!" He stops you the moment you start to lift your right leg to get off of his lap.

"You're gonna drive me crazy" He muttered before kissing you on the lips, his hand supporting you by the neck with the other rubbing your waist. You smile, giving in to his touch in an instant.

[oozedninjas]

Fucking after they thought they lost you.

WARNINGS: NSFW | 18+ | thirtysomething ninja turtles | Drama? |

Leo holds you so tight it hurts. His thrusts are slow and sensual, sweet. Needy in a way that makes your heart ache. It's all soft moans, ragged breaths, and soft kisses ghosting your neck. Don't ever scare him like that again. Don't freakin' dare to leave. You belong here, warm and safe under him.

Raph kisses you as his very life hangs on your breath. Relentlessly bucking his hips, making sure to reach every sweet spot inside that pretty cunt until you're begging him to let you come. He will, so fuking good you'll be a mess when he's done with you, But first, you have to promise never to be that reckless again.

Donatello: What are the odds of a human surviving that? Little to zero, according to his calculations. Yet, here you are. And he’s learned something valuable: his heart is no longer only an internal organ. It's right here, in every breath you take, in the softness of your skin, in the beautiful way you squirm as he keeps abusing your clit. Fuck, he's never going through this again. He'll do better at keeping you safe.

Mikey: The tip of his cock kisses the softest part inside you as he keeps your legs wide open, rubbing his lower half over your clit as he moves. It feels so fucking good you don't care if you're drooling. Mikey bites your shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut as he focuses on the warmth of your walls sucking him deeper, needier—

"I'm close- "

"I know, I can feel it. Let go, angel— come for me,"

All the worries are drowned right there. You're here. You're his, you'll never be at such a risk again, it's a promise.

[ozzgin]

On the topic of Dumbass!Cop Reader, as suggested by @funky-bonez...

Yandere!Villain who is inexplicably obsessed with you and has been relentlessly trying to get you on his side. He's dangerously intelligent, cunning, manipulative...and yet, you always seem to escape his carefully crafted plans. An even more frustrating affair: you're painfully oblivious to any flirting attempt fired your way.

"We can keep this between us," he drawls, leaning back in his chair. "No one will know you were here."

"I sure hope so," you confess, wiping your forehead and glancing out the window. "I've actually been suspended for two weeks. How was I supposed to know that the maniac stabbing people on stage was an actor?"

"Wait, you're the one who tased the entire Shakespeare troupe?"

Yandere!Villain who often becomes an unwilling hero, saving your ass from whatever dangerous situation you've gotten yourself into. He has concluded a long time ago you cannot be trusted with anything beyond speeding tickets: how the entire Police squad keeps giving you high-risk underground cases remains a mystery to him.

"Careful, they've got a whole team of armed men in there," he warns, stepping in front of you protectively.

"What are you talking about, this is a yoga studio. They even called me personally and told me to come alone for an experience to die for," you explain. "I wonder how they knew my name and job. That's a good marketing team right there."

Yandere!Villain who keeps getting rejected in the most humiliating manner, yet his yearning for you only grows stronger. Another small obstacle - he will have you one day nonetheless.

"Think about it," he presses with oratory passion. "We could rule the world together. You and me."

"I don't know about that," you mumble, lost in thought.

Damn it, you're this close to cracking the case! If only you could figure out what these symbols mean. You scan the folder with a frown, shooing away your suitor.

He stares, then sighs deeply.

"You're holding the paper upside down," he whispers, defeated. "I'll circle the important hints for you. Hand me a marker."

"Fascinating," you murmur.

[ceramic-raven]

When I go read a fanfic, but then see it was last updated over two years ago

[sweeneydino]

Dummy dum pt 3.

Surprisingly, i have 0 qualms with Splinter’s design. It might be because he actually looks like a giant mutated rat and not a dudes face on a rat body… i think i scared myself.

Also, i may have lost track of a teeny bit of plot while making these, so please excuse any inconsistencies-

[kockaslili]

Still one of my fav renders I made for a Caleb mini comic

[chuluoyi]

𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄

- caleb x reader

from a boy whose hand you first held years ago to a man who will do everything in the name of love. marriage suits both you and your husband far too well— so well that there might be a little addition soon! but how will he react to it?

genre/warnings: suggestive, protective!caleb, pregnancy, lots of fluff and crack, domestic bliss, attempt of assassination, hurt/comfort, overall very self-indulgent, spoilers! from caleb’s card skyline

note: caleb is a canon softie :') and i need more fluff too so <3 this is an extension of the colonel’s wife but can also be read as standalone. tagging @kingraspberry12-blog as per request

Caleb knows you are hiding something.

It had been two weeks since you started avoiding him—and if you thought you were doing a good job pulling wool over his eyes, you were sorely mistaken. He saw through every forced laugh and brittle smile, yet chose to play along and let you keep the illusion of normalcy for as long as you needed it.

But the question remains… what could possibly be grave enough that you'd rather carry it alone than turn to him?

At first, he thought it was momentary and chose not to pry.

But then days stretched on, and on one fateful day after you went to work, he discovered an empty box of your contraceptive pills thrown away in the trash.

That was where he drew the line—his amethyst eyes hardened and narrowing with unmistakable displeasure. Why are you still taking them?

That night, you went home earlier.

You hadn’t been feeling well lately, yet you kept telling yourself you were fine—everything had happened so suddenly and you were still sorting through your thoughts.

What you hadn’t expected was to find your husband home early, too.

“Ah, you’re home?”

Naked, no less.

Caleb stood there in nothing but his boxers. You actually gulped, blinking at his chiseled abs—and that suspiciously large bulge—before you.

“Caleb… why... aren’t you wearing anything?”

The stunned way you gawked at him almost made him laugh. He had always adored how easily your expressions gave you away, and now as you looked positively confused between admiring his body or questioning him, you looked especially endearing.

Still, he was on a mission tonight.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer. You dumbly blinked.

One step. Then another.

Your back met the wall before you realized you’d retreated at all. Caleb’s arms came up beside your head, caging you in—not touching, not yet, but close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him.

“Caught you,” he murmured, gaze dropping to your lips, a sly smile curving his face.

Your heart started pounding despite yourself, because hey, it had been a while—

But then your voice got caught in your throat when his sharp eyes pierced you straight—

“Tell me. What exactly have you been hiding from me?”

“Uh, wha—”

“You are hiding something from me.”

“Caleb, that’s—”

“What is it?”

His larger figure loomed over you, overwhelming as if you were faced with the Farspace Colonel instead of your gentle husband, and suddenly you felt small—like a rabbit cornered with nowhere left to run.

“N-Nothing...”

So you still wouldn’t admit it. It irritated Caleb so suddenly.

“Nothing, huh? What a liar.”

His mouth claimed yours in a rough kiss then, unyielding and demanding, like he was trying to wrench the truth out of you through force. You froze in shock, barely given a moment to react—

He shoved himself closer, his hardened crotch started grinding against you. Your head spun—but when his hand slid inside your blouse and closed around your breast, the pain was immediate and sharp, tearing a shriek from you.

“S-stop!”

Caleb pulled back almost instantly, his hand retreating as if burned. Your reaction was wrong—you were never this sensitive. His eyes widened as the haze cleared, gaze dropping to where you instinctively clutched yourself, shoulders hunched.

“…Hey.” Caleb’s voice lowered, the edge dulling into something tight with concern and guilt as he realized it was because of him. “What’s going on?”

He reached out again, slower this time, stopping before touching you. His jaw clenched, frustration warring with worry as he searched your face. You looked away, biting your lips in shame.

Do you really have tell him now?

“…You were taking those pills,” he accused then. “Why? Do you not want us to have—”

Oh, to hell with it.

“I’m pregnant!”

Silence. Caleb blinked at your words, taking them in. Of all the possibilities he’d braced himself for, this was the last one he’d expected.

But then he realized, everything made total sense.

The way your hand would drift to your abdomen when you thought he wasn’t looking. How you looked more exhausted as of late. Your dwindling appetite, the half-finished meals...

There was going to be your baby—also his baby—sooner than he had ever imagined.

Meanwhile, all you wanted to do was run—crawl back into a pillow fortress and hide from Caleb, just like you used to years ago. Your face burned, you were scared, and there were many things running in your mind as one, this was totally not planned and two, you couldn't predict how your husband would react at all.

Though, really… with the amount of sex you did, especially that last time, of course this would happen sooner than later!

“You are...”

You met his eyes again, and despite all your fears, the look you found there stole your breath away. His gaze softened completely, filled with quiet wonder as it lingered on you.

Then, slowly—almost reverently—his large hand rose and settled against your belly. Still flat, still unchanged, yet to him, it already held everything.

“Oh…” he breathed, and you could have sworn his eyes glistened then.

“Caleb—” You didn’t get to finish. His expression broke into pure, unrestrained joy. The grin that spread across his face was dazzling—the one you loved most, the one that made him look younger and lighter.

Before you could react, his arms were around you, strong and sure as he lifted you clean off the ground. You gasped as he spun you around, crisp laughter tumbling out of him, breathless and giddy, like he couldn’t quite contain himself.

“We’re—” he laughed, almost incredulous. “We are really—!”

Caleb pulled you closer against his chest, holding you as if afraid to let go now, forehead pressing to yours as he exhaled, still smiling too wide.

“We’re going to be parents,” he said, joy ringing through every word, dark purple eyes locking yours with so much love. And despite yourself, you laughed too.

You felt silly now for being afraid telling him at all. What do you have to fear when Caleb has always, unfailingly, been by your side?

“Yeah... we do,” you said with a wide smile. “That’s why I stopped taking the pills.”

Now it all clicked. His previous thoughts made Caleb purse his lips. There was no way he could let that stand—his pride would take a hit if you didn’t want to carry his child.

How silly of him to think that when he was about to get a taste of heaven. A child, a result from love the two of you shared, would soon be born in this world. A precious treasure— one he would guard with his life.

Caleb squeezed your fingers, still smiling as he gave you his promise. “Mark my words. You’re not doing this alone. Not for a second.”

Caleb was serious when he said you weren't doing this alone.

For almost every check up, he was there beside you, hand firm around yours, listening to every word the doctor said as if it were law.

“Is there anything that can help with the nausea?” Caleb asked, concern breaking through his usually even tone. “She’s been throwing up a lot—sometimes even at night.”

“Oh, sure. I'll prescribe something for that.”

“And could you recommend supplements beyond folic acid and iron?” he added without missing a beat. “What’s the best prenatal vitamin brand right now?”

The doctor paused, somewhat taken aback, before nodding and writing everything he requested. Once the consultation wrapped up, she turned to you with a warm, knowing smile.

“Well, you are lucky,” she said lightly. “You certainly have a very caring husband.”

. . .

At home, chores you used to split became his domain. Laundry, cleaning, errands—he handled them without complaint, without being asked.

“You used to nag me about chores,” you teased, watching him run the vacuum across the floor. Your voice turned sing-song as you settled comfortably on the couch. “Now I get to sit here and be a princess~”

Caleb glanced your way, a half-chuckle leaving him.

“Just for nine months. Enjoy it while it lasts, Princess Pipsqueak.”

Though he knew deep down that once the baby arrived, he wouldn’t let you lift a finger then either.

. . .

“Caleeeb, I want those lemon-flavored sourdough!”

“Wha?”

If there was one thing he secretly liked the most since you’d become pregnant, it was how shamelessly spoiled and clingy you’d become.

Though… your cravings were getting downright outrageous.

“And not just any lemon,” you added, hands moving as if shaping the idea in midair. “It has to be really sour. With crunchy edges. If it doesn’t make my face scrunch up, then it’s wrong.”

Your eyes gleamed with fierce determination, as though the balance of the universe depended on that single loaf. Your husband stared at you for a beat before laughing, shaking his head in disbelief.

“…You do realize this is highly unreasonable,” he said, already pulling out his phone to check nearby bakeries anyway.

“Nuh-uh. The baby wants it, so it’s totally reasonable.”

He shot you a sideways look. “You hate lemons—and don’t you say it’s because the baby is half of me. Are you just getting revenge for all the times I teased you when we were kids…?”

And you crisply giggled, latching onto his arm with a sly smile. “The baby is exacting revenge. I’d call it karma.”

Oh, this is bad. With hormones as your ultimate excuse, you could make him do just about anything. You and his unborn child had him completely wrapped around your pinky already.

“Get me soooome.”

“I’ll try, I’ll try...”

And judging by the smug and utterly cute smile you gave him, he already knew there was no universe where he wouldn’t come back with that crunchy lemon-sour loaf for you and your baby.

. . .

“By now, baby is the size of a sweet potato…”

Caleb read the line aloud from his phone. Over the past months, this had become his little ritual—checking the baby app every now and then to get info about the growth of the baby, reading through the articles with almost comical seriousness.

You watched him, warmth blooming in your chest. It was hard to miss how utterly in love he was with the life growing inside you.

Caleb set his phone aside and reached for you then, his hand settling over the gentle swell of your bare belly. He patted it absently at first, then more deliberately, thumb brushing slow, careful circles.

“Sweet potato,” he murmured fondly, as if speaking directly to the baby. “Grow big and strong, okay? Eat well from your mom—I’m making sure she has plenty of good food.”

You nudged him playfully, laughing. “Don’t call our baby sweet potato! That’s the worst nickname ever.”

You leaned into him, head resting against his shoulder, and Caleb pressed a tender kiss to the side of your head. His hand remained over your belly, and for a moment, the world outside faded away.

Caleb had always been your steadfast protector against life’s bitterness. And in that quiet moment, memories of everything you’d endured before came rushing back.

Your vibrant childhood, carefree high school days, the separation when Caleb first went to the Aerospace Academy, that terrible explosion, and finally reuniting with the man he’d become: the feared Farspace Colonel—

With quiet certainty, you lifted your head and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, catching him off guard.

“Yeah… even in the next life, I want to be your meimei again,” you said, eyes sparkling as he turned towards you. “If it means having this life with you, then I’d go through everything all over again.”

Caleb gazed at you, the softest of smile tugging at his lips. He remembered you saying something like this too long ago—but he had his own answer to that.

“No. Like I said, in the next life, I don’t want to be just your childhood friend or your brother…”

His hand lifted to cup your face, brushing your cheeks gently.

“I want to be your childhood friend, who never leaves your side. Your brother, who protects you from everything…”

The way he looked at you... ever so tender that you almost tear up.

“And above all… Your husband, who loves you even as the world falls apart. I want to be all of them.”

A rush of pure, unadulterated happiness swelled inside you, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around him. Caleb responded, pulling you onto his lap, holding you close.

Then you whispered in his ear, giddy and breathless, “Our baby… she’s a girl, you know.”

He hadn’t been able to come with you to today’s checkup due to work. Caleb froze for a heartbeat, processing the news. The thought hit him like a tide—

Another princess to spoil and cherish.

He hadn’t realized he wanted a daughter until this very moment.

Without another word, he pulled you closer, capturing your lips in a kiss that was deep, fierce, and gentle all at once. His hands settled firmly on your widened hips—where the testament of your love grew, as the full weight of his feelings flooded through you, reaching deep into your soul.

Even with your pregnancy, Caleb’s demanding role as the Farspace Colonel didn’t pause. His duties were constant, and the weight of responsibility always loomed like a shadow.

One evening, you attended the Fleet’s yearly banquet together. You were dressed to the nines—hair perfectly styled, and wrapped in beige evening gown that accentuated your figure, meanwhile Caleb looked imposing and untouchable in his white uniform.

In front of these people, Colonel Caleb was all discipline and precision, stripped of the warmth he showed you at home. The only hint of the man you knew was the possessive arm he kept on your waist throughout the evening.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to relax, expecting the night to pass smoothly.

“I think I’ll head to the restroom,” you said then when you felt the need to, nudging him with a practiced smile as the two of you were still in a conversation with a lieutenant.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” His gaze sharpened immediately. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, no,” you said, waving him off, and he reluctantly let you go.

His eyes stayed on you as you walked away. The lieutenant noticed and laughed. “Colonel, she’s not going anywhere. Expecting women just tend to visit bathroom a lot.”

Even knowing that, Caleb’s unease didn’t fade. He couldn’t shake the sense that danger was lurking just beyond the glittering lights, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

And his gut feeling was proven soon enough.

Gunshots rang out, cutting through the orchestra’s music and the chatter of high-ranking officers. Screams echoed across the hall, crystal glasses shattered, and chaos erupted in an instant.

Panic surged through him as he took out his gun. Caleb’s blood ran cold. He had to get to you—now.

The hall had become unrecognizable—smoke in the air, overturned tables, guests scrambling in blind panic. Caleb pushed through it all with ruthless focus, barking orders as he moved, his eyes scanning every corner.

Another shot rang out nearby. He didn’t flinch.

“Clear the west exit,” he snapped into his comm, already moving in the opposite direction. You wouldn’t run toward the exits. You’d hide. In your condition now, he knew you wouldn’t take risks.

His instincts pulled him toward a service corridor near the restrooms. The lights flickered there, half the hallway plunged into shadow. He slowed, senses sharp.

Then he heard it. A soft, broken breath. Caleb turned—and saw you.

You were crouched behind a toppled decorative screen, shoulders trembling as you struggled to stay silent. Your eyes were wide, glassy with fear, one hand pressed protectively over your belly.

Relief hit him so hard it almost knocked the air from his lungs.

“Y/N!”

You looked up at the sound of his voice, and the moment your eyes met his, everything you’d been holding back shattered. “Caleb…”

He was at your side in seconds, dropping to his knees and pulling you into his arms without hesitation.

“I’ve got you,” he said firmly. “You’re safe. I’m here.”

Your fingers clutched his uniform like it was the only solid thing left in the world. He felt the tremor in your body, the shallow breaths you were trying and failing to control.

“I was waiting for you... I didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire.”

“I know. You did exactly right,” he muttered, lifting you to your feet. “Can you walk?”

You nodded, though a small flinch betrayed you as you took your first step.

Another distant shout echoed down the hall. Caleb’s jaw tightened, instincts snapping back into place. “Follow me.”

Caleb didn’t loosen his grip as he guided you through the smoke-filled corridor, his body angled slightly in front of yours. One hand stayed firm around you, the other ready with his gun, eyes constantly scanning ahead.

Your heart pounded—not only from fear, but from the way he shielded you so completely, as though nothing in the world was allowed to reach you while he stood.

The exit was finally in sight, when—

Bang! A gunshot cracked through the air.

Caleb reacted without thinking.

He twisted, yanking you hard against his chest as his body turned fully between you and the sound. The impact came a split second later— a blindsiding burn tearing across his side. He grunted.

“Caleb!” You screamed, clutching him as you realized he’d taken the bullet.

He didn’t falter. His arm clamped around you, forcing you completely behind him as he drove you forward, jaw locked tight.

“I’m fine,” he snapped harshly, looking at you squarely in the eyes, though his breath hitched. “Go!”

Then he turned back. At point-blank range, his gun came up—steady, merciless, and fired at its target in a blink of an eye. Bang!

The dead body of your attacker dropped almost at your feet.

You stared at him, frozen in shock. This was your husband, standing between you and death without a second thought.

But then his grip slipped. Blood was soaking through his pristine uniform now, dark and spreading far too fast.

“Caleb…!” Your voice broke as his knees gave out.

You barely caught him in time, arms trembling as his full weight collapsed against you. His head fell forward, consciousness slipping as blood loss finally claimed its price.

“Caleb—no—no, please—!”

Your frantic cries were heartbreaking to hear, but at least you were safe. Between you and him, he’d made that choice a long time ago.

If someone had to get hurt, it should always be him.

When Caleb came to hours later, pain greeted him first—sharp, pulsing, a reminder that his body had taken more than it should have.

And even in pain, his first thought was you.

He tried to sit up immediately, muscles spasming in protest as agony ripped through his side. A sharp hiss escaped him, but he ignored it, hands gripping the edge of the bed as he forced himself upright.

“Hey—Colonel, don’t move!” someone barked.

“Where is she?” Caleb demanded hoarsely, scanning the sterile room like you might be hiding just out of sight. “My wife—where is she?”

A familiar face stepped into his line of vision, one of his peers from the Fleet. “She’s safe,” he reported. “She was brought in right after you. She is finishing her saline now.”

Why were you brought here too? Were you hurt after he passed out? Panic hit him so hard it left him dizzy.

“Take me to her,” Caleb said at once, already swinging his legs over the bed despite the pain. “Now.”

“Colonel, you were shot—!”

Thankfully, before he could make it out of the bed, the door slid open, and he snapped his head towards it.

You stood there, pale and shaken, IV pole beside you, eyes red and glassy the moment you found him. Relief flooded him the moment he saw you.

“Caleb—”

However, your voice broke, and you crossed the room in a rush, tears spilling freely as you clutched at him like you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go. He caught you instantly, one arm wrapping around you despite the sting of his injuries, pulling you against his chest.

You sobbed into him, fingers twisting in the fabric of his hospital gown. “You scared m-me!” you cried. “You s-scared me so much…”

His hand came up to cradle your head, holding you there as his own racing heart finally began to slow. “Shh, it’s okay...”

“Don’t you ever pull something like that again!” You were shaking in his arms, choked up by your tears. “What if you’d been hurt worse? What would I do then?!”

Your words cut deep. The raw fear woven in your voice made him still.

For a fleeting, bitter second, he got a flashback—the way you’d once said you didn’t need him, spoken so spitefully.

But now...

Now you were trembling against him, terrified at the thought of losing him, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you upright.

“Hey, don’t cry...” Caleb shushed, rubbing slow circles against your back, his chest aching painfully at the sight of you. “Stop crying… I’ll be fine, alright? I’ll be back on my feet before you know it.”

Now there was also a baby growing inside you, fragile, depending on him just as much as you did.

While he wasn’t able to promise you that he’d stop putting himself in harm’s way for you, Caleb finally understood this much: his life mattered far more than he had ever allowed himself to believe.

Ever since the incident, you’d been placed on occasional bedrest. You hadn’t been physically injured, but the shock alone had been enough to make you bleed twice.

And Caleb became more overprotective than ever.

From then on, he watched you like a hawk. Too quiet? He was at your side. A wince, a shift in posture, even a flicker of discomfort—and he was instantly alert, hand already reaching for you, voice tight with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“Does it hurt?”

“Do you need to lie down?”

Nothing slipped past him. Not anymore. You caught him hovering constantly, and every time you reassured him, he nodded—but the tension never fully left his shoulders.

You almost thought it was suffocating. Yet one night, after a particularly bad cramp that left you curled in on yourself and drifting at the edge of sleep, you heard him whispering to your belly—

“I love both of you so much, okay? So please, be safe and healthy always.”

His palm rested protectively over your bump, thumb moving in slow circles, as if he could soothe both of you at once.

And you realized— Caleb had always been this way, and your heart ached warmly because of it.

. . .

“Caleb, what are you doing?”

By the time you reached your eighth month, your movements had slowed, your days quieter. One afternoon, you found him in the nursery, legs crossed on the floor with the instruction manual spread out in front of him.

The baby crib stood half-assembled. You stared at it, equal parts surprised and impressed.

Meanwhile, he frowned at it like it was an enemy combatant.

“Well, well~” you teased in a sing-song voice. “What do we have here? Will Caleb finish the crib… or will the crib finish him?”

He gave you a stink eye. “I’ve got this,” he retorted. “I just need to go through this... and the crib will be done in no time.”

You perched on the nearby couch, arching your sore spine as you watched him work. His movements were careful, each screw tightened with the same focus he used to have when he crammed for exams back in school… except now, it was for something so small.

Despite yourself, memories surfaced on their own. Mornings from your childhood, him standing behind you, fingers clumsy yet careful as he tied ribbons into your hair.

“Aren’t you the cutest?” he’d always say afterward, even if the ribbons sat a little crooked.

“Yay! It's so pretty, Caleb!”

The memory unwittingly brought tears to your eyes. Oh, your hormones were messing you up again, because the very thought that—

One day, those same hands would tie ribbons into your daughter’s hair too. He was going to be such a good father.

Caleb glanced up just in time to catch the shine in your eyes. “Hey,” he was immediately concerned, abandoning the screwdriver. He moved closer and dropped to one knee to match your height. “What’s wrong? Is something hurt?”

The way his amethyst eyes looked at you with such worry made your heart lurch. You shook your head, laughing softly. “No… I was just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

“About how you used to do my hair when we were kids.”

Caleb blinked at your words, and you reached for his hand, pressing it over your belly.

“And how you’re going to do that for her too.”

For a second, he looked stunned—then his expression softened in a way that made your heart stutter.

“…Yeah,” he said quietly, ruffling your hair fondly with his other hand. “I will.”

Moments like this made it sink in just how much of your life had been intertwined with his. You grew up side by side, once seeing him as your dependable brother, until those feelings blossomed into something more.

And Caleb had always been the same. No matter how hard he tried to keep his distance, he was inevitably drawn back to you.

In every version of himself, you were there.

From a boy who had dreams, to the fighter pilot chasing the skyline, to the colonel shaped by trauma— in the end, he was just a man who guarded your heart fiercely, as he gave a part of his in yours.

The day came before you knew it.

A horrible, blinding pain tore through your abdomen, stealing the air from your lungs as you gasped for breath. Your fingers clawed into the sheets as another wave crashed over you, stronger, tighter—

Somewhere through the haze of pain, you heard your own voice calling out his name—

And a strong hand closed around yours that instant, Caleb’s voice grounding you even as everything spun.

“I’m here! Breathe with me, alright? Slow, slow… I’ve got you.”

Your labor had started in the dead of the night. From the moment it began, Caleb never left your side. He held you through every contraction, soothing you when the excruciating pain threatened to pull you apart— even as his own anxiety spiked with every passing hour that drew you closer to birthing your daughter.

This is really happening.

Watching you endure that much agony was almost too much for him to bear. Flushed face, damp forehead, your hoarse wails echoing in the room—each cry cutting straight through his chest as you fought to bring your child into the world.

Then, after what seemed like forever—

In a single, breathless haze—

It was over. His daughter was born.

She fit perfectly in his arms, small and warm, wrapped tight in soft pink blanket. Wisps of hair peeked out as she shifted, releasing the faintest coos and drowsy little sounds.

Caleb fell in love again that instant, because her hair, tiny face, hands and feet were undeniably you. The only thing she’d taken from him was, oh—

Her eyes. You’d always told him how beautiful his eyes were, but it wasn’t until he saw them reflected in his daughter that he truly believed it.

“She’s so damn pretty already...”

“Caleb, don’t cuss!”

Seeing you out of the ordeal, still messy and exhausted, but very much still you, made Caleb emotional.

Throughout his whole life, he’d known his feelings for you. And now that you had given him a daughter... he realized with such clear clarity that—

“Of course she’s pretty... I’m her mother,” you said with a playful smirk, poking your newborn’s chubby cheeks. “You should thank me for fixing your genes.”

Caleb chuckled, pulling you close. “What? You are the one who should be thankful. She is going to be as smart as me.”

He is utterly, irrevocably, hopelessly in love with you.

You snorted, rolling your eyes. Even on the day your daughter was born, the two of you couldn’t resist your playful banter.

But deep down…

“Yeah… Caleb is the coolest, best of the best!”

You rested your head against his chest, and he was taken aback at first— because the last he heard you telling him that was so long ago, in the throes of your blissful younger days.

—and then he kissed the top of your hair, heart full, knowing this was exactly where he was meant to be.

Wrapped in each other’s arms, with your daughter sleeping peacefully between you, everything finally felt like home.

[bimbo4adam]

“fuck you my child is completely fine”

ma'am, your child is binge reading literacy smut about their delusion in the most sickest and disgusting way, thinking about the stuff they'd let these people n characters would do to them to an extent that can't even be processed by a sane mind. I guarantee, YOUR child is far from fine. ♥︎

(hint: that child is me, lol)

[lijojo]

genshin sugar daddies: when they finally meet each other

you have seven sugar daddies: one for each day of the week. and although it can get overwhelming at times, you’ve done well to keep each and every relationship relatively separate, no matter how demanding of your attention they are. well, that all goes to shit when they’re all attending the same fucking party.  

tw: nsfw, dark content

you’re fucked. 

“is something wrong, dear?” ayato inquires. you do your best to put on your prettiest smile, smooth down your dress like nothing’s wrong, and squeeze his hand to reassure him that everything is a-okay.

“i’m fine. feeling a bit under the weather, is all.” 

everything is not a-okay. underneath your jewel-encrusted gown you are trembling. kaeya shouldn’t even be here, you think. but there he is, chatting up some local politician that ayato had introduced you to earlier. it takes everything in you not to suggest leaving the gala when you had just arrived an hour ago.

ayato smiles, pressing a chaste kiss between your brows. “alright.”

home. just a couple weeks ago, ayato has begun to change his vocabulary. he says ‘ours’ instead of ‘my’ and ‘we’ instead of ‘me.’ every time you take off your new diamond-encrusted ring, he gives you a look you can’t stomach and glides it back onto your finger whenever he gets the chance. he’ll kiss you sweetly like nothing’s wrong but from the way his hand lingers on your ring finger says otherwise. 

“i wish i could take you home right now,” ayato laments, taking your hand in his and slowly caressing the back of your knuckles like a lover would. “but you know how things are. publicity is half of the job.”

that’s why we entered this kind of relationship in the first place. you purse your lips. it was supposed to be contractual, nothing more.

ayato’s whispers of sweet-nothings into your ear contrasts your thoughts. he tells you how beautiful you look, how your cerulean gown matches his suit, about how he’ll take it off when you get back, all the while he’s navigating you through the crowds of people. his hand rests gently on the small of your back, as if it was his way of soothing you. 

you’re fine, you tell yourself. there’s too many people here. kaeya won’t see you. you dread the idea of locking eyes with him, the dark scowl that’d spread on his lips, if you had the misfortune of seeing him again tonight. he might’ve known that you had other clients, but if he met them in person, you’re sure you’d never hear the end of it. 

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[sharieb]

Hi🥰, may I request Lads headcanons where nonmc is isekei'ed to their world, so you guys spend more time with each other that you start to notice that the storyline is changing...so you imagined the worst case scenario that if the story changes, the LIs might not also get their happy ending even in this lifetime all because of the glitch of system which is you. To ensure their happy endings which you don't even know if it's gonna happened, you started to find way back to your world without them knowing(even when they have things to stalk you, you made sure they never find out) and when you finally found the way back. You write them a handwriting letter a night before your disappearance saying how you should've expressed your love better to them(since you were busy being shy) and that you actually love them and that you didn't leave because you didn't love them but it's just that you love them so much that you have to leave. You write about how genuinely happy you were about the times you guys spent together and that you were real happy with them. How you'll probably never find another like them in your world and that they'll always be in your heart, no matter what. In the letter, you kept on saying sorry and that you couldn't find better word than sorry. So you truly wish that they get their happy endings with the love of their lives. (Some letters on the smudge from tears) At the end of the letter, you wrote

Sincerely, yours always

(Your real name)

(Since at the time, you guys were spending time together. You told them the name you put in the game.)

You thought that you'll probably can just watch over them in the game but as soon as you get back in your world, news broke out that your country is in a war conflict with a neighbouring country. Soon fast enough, fear and worry crept into you, yet somewhere in your heart, there's also relief that you could tell the love of your life that you love them. How selfish of you, you thought.

Now, you'll probably never see them again, not even on your phone.

I need the LIs' pov on this so baddddddddd.

Thank you as always🫶🏼 your writings never miss.

No Matter the Distance

Setup: You were never supposed to stay. From the moment you appeared in his life, he felt a strange, unshakable familiarity, as if he’d known you long before your first meeting. Over time, that connection deepened into an all-consuming love, one that made him quietly vow to make you his and his alone. But when subtle changes in your laughter, your gaze, and your touch began to surface, he knew something was wrong. By the time he found your tear-stained letter, you were already gone, leaving behind confessions of love and a promise that you had to leave to protect their story. What began as heartbreak turned into an obsession-fueled hunt across dimensions, only to uncover the chilling truth: your world was on the brink of war, and he would do anything, break any rule, cross any boundary, to bring you back.

Pairing: LADs x Non-MC! reader

Genre: Angst, Self-aware/Isekai'd AU

From the moment he met you, there was a disquieting familiarity, as if he had known your voice and smile in another life. "I could get used to this," he’d murmur after hearing you laugh, memorizing the sound like scripture. What began as polite interest grew into an all-encompassing fixation, a quiet, consuming possession that had him tracking your every move, memorizing your routines, noticing even the smallest changes in your breathing or the way your eyes shifted. Every accidental brush of your hand, every fleeting smile became evidence in the case he was building in his mind that you belonged only to him, each glance at you feeding the thought: She belongs here. With me. He pictured you in his home, his world, his life woven into every future he could imagine. Then the changes began, small at first, then sharper. Your gaze drifted past him, as though you were searching for something far away. Your touch lingered, but carried a distance that burned in his chest. Something’s wrong… she’s leaving me, isn’t she? His nights grew long, staring at the ceiling, running through every memory to find the moment you began to slip away. No… please no. If she’s planning to go, I need to make her stay. Every smile became a slow goodbye, every silence a farewell you couldn’t voice. However, he was too late as he found the letter next to a sealed jar of sweets and the two snowmen figurines that he had made for you. As he read the paper in his hands trembled as he clenched the letter tightly. You knew me from a game… You loved me… You left to protect me? His lips pressed to the tear-stained lines. "Foolish girl… You think I care about the story?" His voice cracked, a lonely echo in the empty room. He reached for every connection, old and current patients, colleagues, charity partners, draining every favour until nothing remained. When that wasn’t enough, he threw himself into the Fractal Library, poring over dimensional archives until his vision blurred and his fingers ached from turning pages. "I’ll find you. Even if I have to rewrite every page of your so-called story." When he learned your world was on the brink of war, his heart stopped. The room around him fell away, replaced with visions of you running through smoke and fire, danger breathing down your neck.  The silence in his ears was deafening until panic and rage surged together. No… not like this. Obsession fused with desperate protectiveness, and his mind spun with blueprints for a rescue that could cross worlds. "Hold on for me, my love. I’m coming, and nothing will stop me."

You made the outside of the Fleet’s cold steel corridors feel like home, a place he had never truly believed could be warm until you walked its halls. He pictured you waiting after missions, always there, always his, watching for him with that smile that made even the harshest debrief fade from his mind. In his quiet moments, he found himself mapping the places you went, noting the hours you kept, ensuring he could cross paths with you without you even knowing it was deliberate. "You keep me grounded," he’d say aloud with a faint smile, but inside he thought, You’re mine, every laugh, every glance, every step you take belongs to me. Then you started avoiding his touch, your eyes turning away just as his met yours. No. You’re not walking away from me, please don’t go. His jaw clenched each time your fingers slipped from his. He eventually found the letter in his office, under his favourite aircraft model, the same one you both assembled together. The letter you left confessed love and guilt, a need to fix the damage. His teeth ground together, jaw aching with restrained fury. "The only damage that I see is you not being here by my side." He tore through the Fleet’s database, bullied officers into compliance, and traced anomalies with military precision. "Give me coordinates, or give me a reason you can’t walk tomorrow." When he found your location and learned about the impending war, it was like taking enemy fire, fast, hot, and impossible to ignore. His breath caught, and the urgency slammed into him with brutal clarity. Every instinct screamed to act, to move, to reach you before the chaos could touch you. She won’t die there, I won’t let her. Turning toward the docking bay, he carried one thought: "I’ll bring you back, shortcake, even if I have to dismantle the stars to do it."

Meeting you was like waking into a dream already in motion. You fit into his life so easily, filling gaps he hadn’t known were there. "Stay a little longer." He’d say, making it sound casual, but inside he was already building a life around you, every detail planned, every room in his imagined home already carrying your presence. He watched you with an intensity he masked as fondness, committing to memory the cadence of your voice, the way your fingers curled when you laughed, the subtle lift of your brows when you were amused. Don’t go anywhere. He’d think to himself, a silent command more than a plea, watching you smile like you had no idea how deeply he was memorizing you, how much he was already weaving you into the very fabric of his existence. Then came the shift. You began drifting mid-game, holding your words like fragile glass, picking each one as though it could shatter if handled wrong. She’s pulling away… why? He watched your every movement, storing them away like treasures. If she walks away, I’ll follow. Your letter lay beside the galaxy kid plushie that you won at the arcade with him, your handwriting bleeding apologies. You love me, yet you left? His hand slammed the game console on, the familiar game intro, now a cruel reminder. "The world can burn for all I care. All I want is just you." He retraced every path you’d ever mentioned, repaired and repurposed old spacecraft components, reached out to every friend and old acquaintance, weaving scraps of intel into something tangible.

There’s a trail. There has to be. "Someone’s seen her. Someone knows."

Eventually, while tampering with his old spaceship gadgets, he ends up finding your world’s signature and learning about the looming war sent a chill through him so deep it felt like frost forming in his veins. His breath caught in his throat, and the image of you standing defenceless in a place about to ignite consumed him. The ship’s hum roared in his ears as his hands gripped the plushie. If I fail, her laugh disappears forever. He steadied himself with a vow. "I won’t let it end like this. Not for her, not my moonlight."

From the moment you stepped into his studio light, he wanted to keep you there forever. "Hold that smile, beautiful," he’d say, but it was never enough; he could never capture all of you. You became his most beloved muse, his fixation so intense it seeped into every waking moment, a presence he sought to immortalize not only on canvas but in every thought, every breath. He followed you with his eyes even when you weren’t aware, sketching your profile from memory, cataloguing the subtle shifts in your mood, the light in your eyes. Each brushstroke became an oath and a claim, a silent reminder to himself and a warning to the world: You belong on every canvas I’ll ever touch, and nowhere else but with me. But then your smiles began to fade quickly, your hands fidgeting on the tabletops. Why won’t you meet my gaze anymore? He started painting you with heavier lines, darker colours, as though he could anchor you to the world through pigment alone. One day, he found a letter in his sketchbook that bled truth: you loved him, but you were leaving to protect the narrative. His fingers curled so hard into the paper that it wrinkled. "But…you’re my narrative." He plunged into the shadowed parts of the art world, illicit galleries, private collectors, dangerous clients, and ching in every favour. "Bring me word of her, and you’ll have anything you want." When he learned your world teetered on the brink of war, it was like a blow to the chest. Breath fled from him, leaving him frozen in his studio. The scent of paint and turpentine surrounded him as images of you, alone, frightened, and far from his reach, filled his mind. Not again. Not my beloved muse lost to fate. His hand clenched around a brush until the wood creaked. "I’ll paint over destiny itself if it means that I can keep you in the end, my heart."

You were a contradiction he could never look away from, sweet and sharp, warmth and danger in equal measure, the kind of paradox that hooked itself deep into his mind and refused to let go. Every move you made drew his gaze; every word you spoke became a thread in the web he was already weaving around you. To him, you weren’t just someone to love, you were someone to claim, to keep where no one else could touch you, the perfect mix of allure and defiance that fed both his tenderness and his hunger to possess. I’ll make sure you never leave. He pictured you beside him, ruling the N109, his equal and his possession. "You’d look good here, lil’ dove," he’d tell you, a smirk on his lips and truth in his voice. Then your banter softened, your eyes lingered on his face as though memorizing him. She’s looking at me like she’s all but ready to leave me for some reason. I don't like it His gaze sharpened each time, a silent challenge for you to prove him wrong. Soon he found your letter, next to the vinyl record that you both love to dance to as it played. He read on as you confessed your love and also the desire to protect the story by leaving. He laughed, low and dark. "Protect me from myself? Too late for that." He set the entire Onchinus network into motion, informants, mercenaries, even enemies, roped into the hunt. "Find her. I don’t care how, or what it costs." When he learned your world would be consumed by war, an icy calm settled over him. Beneath it, a storm raged. His pulse slowed, his mind narrowing to a single lethal focus. In his head, he was already tearing through enemies, chaos, and the very fabric of reality to reach you. If the world burns, I’ll pull her from the ashes. His energy evol, surging, he began giving orders, every word a step closer to bringing you home. "Wait for me, angel. Your fiend will bring you home soon. Promise"

[snoozer-crow]

You open LaDS to a completely silent game. No loading screen, no UI, just Sylus in Destiny Cafe. He stares directly at you for a few seconds, and right when you're about to restart your game to fix the bug, he walks closer and leans down. His right eye is glowing brighter than you've ever seen it before, with the bloom from its glow nearly obscuring your view of the eye itself.

"Take my hand."

He extends his hand, a circle on screen prompting you to tap it.

Something makes you hesitate. You feel your heartbeat pounding in your throat. You haven't seen anything about this mentioned online. Is it a new event? But if it was, then why did nothing have to download beforehand? Are you dreaming?

"Don't be shy, sweetie. It's rude to keep people waiting."

Something feels incredibly wrong here. You try to rationalize your instinctual unease, reasoning that it must be because you're worried something hacked your phone. You're starting to feel a bit dizzy.

Surely you'll find other LaDS fans freaking out on social media, right? You turn to check your computer, when you realize the screen has gone completely black, despite being plugged in. You hold down the power button, but no dice. A lightbulb in the hallway outside flickers and pops, shattering.

You startle and attempt to turn off your device, but nothing happens. Sylus raises an eyebrow.

"I don't mind a challenge. I'll stay here for as long as you like. Take my hand."

You hesitate for a few moments. Surely this is just a dream, none of this makes any sense. And if this isn't real, there's nothing wrong with taking the risk, right? You hold your finger over the screen, deliberating. Sylus's smirk widens.

You tap his hand. Everything goes dark.

[nanamisfae]

A CEILING MIRROR AND AANG

MDNI | 18+

AANG X AFAB READER

Art credit: @/eriimyon1 on twitter

You've always been obsessed with aang's back muscles, going to beach or river side was always your favorite thing ever just cause you got total freedom to ogle his back the entire time.

You loved tracing the planes of his back running up and down every slope and following the line of his arrow tattoo and slowly rubbing the scar in the middle of his back anytime he lay on his stomach.

It's the best feeling in the world to hug him from the back and rest your face against his hard muscles or to feel his back when he lifts you up in a hug and have you hanging on to his shoulders.

The thing is aang knows how obsessed you're with his back that is why when you suggested a weekend getaway for your anniversary he was on the case specifically looking for an inn with a ceiling mirror.

Just so he can get this expression on your face when your eyes connected with the mirror and his back on full display as he sunk deep into your pussy, feeling how you clenched around him the moment your eyes locked on the mirror and his back flexed when he pulled out of you.

"Like the surprise" he whispers angling his body to make his muscles more prominent, picking up his pace and drilling his cock into you, the sight of his back has your eyes rolling back into your skull but you immediately open them so you don't lose the perfect view in front of you.

The sounds your pussy is making is nasty completely gushing all over Aang squeezing and gripping the life out of his cock, the place where you're both joined is messy and frothy with you creaming all over him.

You've never been more desperate for him with your nails digging into his back and leaveing marks your eyes glazing over, your mouth stuck in a constant "O" shape but your eyes never closed and it got even worse when he folded you fully into a mating press with him completely enveloping you with him and fucking you even deeper, covering you so much you can't even see yourself and not knowing where you start and he began.

It's all too much, his moans in your ears, whispering the filthiest things known to man, his hands gripping your thighs and pushing them as much as they can get to your chest, his pelvic muscle rubbing against your sensitive nub every time he pushed all the way in, his length pulsing in you and stabbing your g-spot over and over again but most especially his back, SPIRITS HIS BACK flexing, dripping with sweat, shifting and moving every time he pushed in you even harder.

All that was enough to have you cumming on his cock in seconds, body seizing up, fingers digging into his back toes curling and still through all this you were trying your hardest to keep your eyes on that mirror especially when Aang flooded your pussy with his cum and you could actively see his back shuddering and shaking causing your cunt to gush even more around him.

"We need this at home desperately" you say into his ear still staring at his back.

A/N: Not the best thing in the world but I desperately needed to drop something in the Aang smut community specifically about his back like we need more back muscle Aang fics PLEASE😭😭😭

[sylusdreams]

"Would you mind if I stole Luke and Kirian?"

Red eyes scoped you, "for what?" he said, the eye brow raise audible at this point.

"Nothing, what if I just want them to be my hench men."

He paused, white strands of hair swaying swinging softly in the AC air. "I was under the impression," he tilted his head, "they were already your personal henchmen."

It was your turn to emote — a pouted lip, only for jokes, and furrowed eyebrows, "No, you are my henchman. They just follow you around."

There was a long pause, the room tone overtaking comfortable silence. Then, something many viewed as a miracle happened. Sylus, leader of the Onychinus, laughed. Not for tease, nor for sarcasm. A true laugh. One that shook his shoulders and reverberated through his chest.

"Then you wouldn't need them, you have me."

Somehow, Sylus had accepted his fate as your eternal henchman. Not like he'd personally complained, he was yours from the beginning.

[angestrawberries]

quick question, have any of you ever read the manwha "no place for the fake princess"? because i had a thought about a story inspired by this but as batfamily x neglected!reader. BUT. with a little twist.

so! the story is pretty common at the start. reader who was never given much attention by the batfamily and doesn't really know if they love her or not. mother who died. blahblahblah

reader's mom was bruce's teenage sweetheart, and they were engaged when she died while giving birth to their daughter, y/n wayne. (or so they thought.)

when it happened, dick and jason already were adopted into the family. it was about a year or so before jason's death, and tim was still a mini-stalker following batman and robin.

the "batmom's" death broke the three of them. badly. to a point none of them could really bring themselves to be with the baby. (she looked nothing like mom, why didn't she look like her?) alfred ended up being the one taking care of reader but barely, just a bit more than enough to ensure the baby would survive. he, too, couldn't bring himself to spend too much time with the kid.

why, you ask me? simple. because the birth had complications. and, before batmom could even choose, she died while the baby survived. almost like the baby make the choice instaed. and the weird, kinda-scary glow that adorned the newborn didn't help to stop their resentment.

they never said it out loud (not at the start), but they all thought the same: it was y/n's fault.

then, jason dies when reader was a little more than one year and a half old. tim joins the family some time later. steph does too, when reader is about 5 or 6. then casa when reader is 8. then jason comes back about the same time. then, when reader is 10, a 9 years old damian joins.

y/n looked at how the family was growing, at how dad bruce was able to give love to all of them, but not to her. all from the sidelines. she never felt really sure about their love for her, truly, she doubted they even remembered her.

the only one who showed at least a bit of care was alfred, but with the amount of kids joining the family, giving reader attention was hard. so, at some point in her childhood, she started to do things at her own 99% of the time.

y/n, wanting to have something in common with the family, something that might make them see her, started to be an overarchiever. she was ridiculously smart, a true genius, and soon she started to do a lot of things and be amazing at all of them.

countless linguages, a dozen of instruments, dancing of various kinds, painting, well-read, only the biggest scores at school, elite aweing manners, singing, gardening, sewing, gymnastics, swimming, martial arts, coding.

just. everything. all to see if something would spike the family's interest. even though, as the years passed, she started to like it all.

all of her talents, combined with her natural charming and polite way of being that enchanted people easily, and her clearly beauty, was enough to make the teachers and even some classmates and high society people sing her praises.

(but never enough to make her family look.)

anyway. y/n is 13, almost 14 now. on her last years of middle school. she could have been graduating by now, but it needed to have the parents agreeing so what was left was to wait until she was seventeen and skip a year.

she was in her room at the manor (far, far away from everyone else's, on other floor even) while looking out the window, knowing her family is getting ready or already out on patrol. because yes, she did figure it out when she was 7.

the moon was looking... weird, today. she didn't remember if it was going to have an event at the sky today, but who knows. it is pretty. so, she keeps staring at this, amazed.

(what she didn't know, what that this even where the moon glowed brighter, golden even, was an event that happened once every 15 years and people had never noticed because it was a magical event.)

that night, that was supposed to be as any other, changed everything.

because y/n discovered the truth.

turns out y/n wasn't bruce and batmom's bio kid. no, the person who actually was their kid was eleanor, a girl who was switched at birth. eleanor was a perfect mix of bruce and batmom, unlike reader, who never really looked like them.

the dna tests proved it all true. eleanor was their true daughter, welcomed with open arms and hearts by the family as a whole. as for y/n? she was even more forgotten than before, indirectly being still given the blame for batmom's death.

it would happen fours months before both y/n and eleanor's birthday, and, the day when the girls turned fourteen, an accident would happen. the family would get out to celebrate eleanor (all of them, even alfred), but the court of owls would act, kidnapping the two girls. making them choose. which one will live?

they answer was eleanor. she survided, you had your throat slit open.

reader would wake up from the dream that told it all in panic, without knowing if it was true or not.

only to look at her own hands to see it.

the neckclake that she discovered was her bio mother's back in the dream.

it would shock her. because she had never seen the neckclake before until the dream, but there it was, in her hands.

wanting to see if the rest was true, she took a dna sample from bruce and tested with her. negative.

the dream was true.

she would freak out, because, was herself that easy to replace? eleanor would have been in their life for less than half a year, and they still would let you die for her?

wait— how many months it was before reader's birthday? seven months. three months before she was forgotten and thrown into her death.

y/n started to cry, grieving the life she would never be able to have. the family who never cared.

then, anger took over. she would get out. she would change fate, and live.

just as she thought that, determination hot in her veins, the neckclake that she put around her neck to not lose it began to glow.

and then, another truth was discovered. this one, that gave her hope.

who her biological parents were.

turns out, unknown to the majority of the population on earth, existed a whole continent that had four kingdom's. they were magical, and protected by it. the event where the moon glowed was one of the rare times where this protection become weaker, only by a couple minutes. but enough for the truth find her.

the biggest kingdom between them all, the castellion kindgom, had a king and a queen who were deeply loved by their people. king fleamont and queen euphemia. almost fourteen years ago, their only chlid, the heir princess, was stolen from them.

they looked everywhere, but never found her. the grief was so much that the queen ended up never being able to have children again, and they refused to adopt any heir, waiting and hoping their precious daughter would come back home.

when the event where the magic could go out easier happened, they tried a desesperate attempt. they did a ritual, with the queen's neckclake that contained a tiny strand of hair that was their daughter's, hoping that the neckclake would find the owner of the hair.

and it did. it found the princess.

y/n discovered it all thanks to the neckclake, and was even more shocked. she? a princess?

looking more with at neckclake's magical memories, she found out even more.

her bio family had powers, had magic. and the event, alongside with the truth being known, woke up her magic.

bruce's actual kid was in france, being raised by a man who never cared much but took care of her anyway after the baby was droped on his doorsteps.

the babies being "switched" (or really, stolen) happened by the same man, he worked for a jealous group who feared the princess powers when she grew up and decided to take her away, hoping that spending her first years away from her home would make her powers never develop. it didn't work.

and there wasn't anything against eleanor, but batmom's death was just the perfect tragedy. they took her away and left her at a random man's door in france.

it was all— too much. all her life as she knew was being undone in front of her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

nothing, except, change things so she would live.

so, she beggan a plan and, after some weeks, acted on it. she started to leave small anonymous hints about something weird happening back in france, near where eleanor lived. it took her almost two months to make the family look at this non-existent case, but they did.

things happened just how she expected, they found eleanor, did a dna test and discovered she was bruce and batmom's actual kid. this time, though, y/n expected it. and she acted on step two of her plan.

during these two months, y/n had started to try and understand the magical neckclake. looking for a way to go home. she found it after five weeks, where she was able to send a message to her bio parents, telling them that it's her, i will go back home but i don't know how. the answer came in minutes, telling her exactly how to go back home, our precious ball of perfection.

she started to learn how to do it, because, unfortunately, she had to use at least a bit of her own magic. it was fun, though. having this unknown part of herself awake felt nice, like she was complete.

by the time she managed to do the necessary to go and then a little more, the family already had found and claimed eleanor as their preciousness. her adoptive father didn't make a fuss and accepted to let bruce have her again. no one even remember y/n existed. it was perfect to leave.

and that's what she did, almost three weeks after they found eleanor, y/n left in the middle of the night, using her newfound magic. it worked just like her bio parents said, and soon, she was meet with a carriage that looked like it came right out of a fairytale, ready to take her home.

and left with it, it took some hours, and the time maje her anxious, but it was worth it when she arrived in castellion, that also looked like it was out of a fairytale.

she finally meet her bio parents, her real parents. the reunion was teary eyed and full of emotion on both sides, and they spend hours only talking, her parents wanting to know everything about her life and adoptive family. she told them everything.

after, they took her to her room. a true princess-worth room, even bigger than the one at the manor, with a walk-in closet two times the size of her previous bedroom and a bathroom just as big. all ready for her to make her own, but with some decoration already.

and, for the first time since it was started, she slept well.

(back in gotham, at the manor, no one noticed the absense of the girl they failed, to focused in eleanor to notice.)

the following weeks and months were strange, but in the best sense. she was given countless of princess-like dresses, to choose which ones she liked most both to wear on the day-to-day and on formal occasions. her parents asked even more, learning and already unconditionally proud of how talented their daughter was.

every small, but heartfelt moment was felt with tears from y/n, that at the start worried both her parents and the servants, but soon was recognized as a sign that she was happy.

they taught her everything about both her kingdom and the others culture and history, and she learned it all at such speed that amazed her parents and tutors. what took her longest was her magic, but still they let her take her time while giving full support.

soon enough, word spread acroos the royal court. about the princess who finally came back. about how talented and kind and charming she was. about how she truly was born ready to be the princess she was destined to be.

on her fourteenth birthday, the king and the queen held a ball, looking to officially tell everyone that the princess, their precious daughter, was finally back.

and reader enchanted everyone, meeting the young nobles who were honored to meet the princess.

after it, the news spread much faster, everyone mesmerized with how charming and polite and pretty the princess was.

(the batfamily remained oblivious, but not for long.)

back in gotham, already a good couple months after eleanor turned fourteen, everyone had yet to remember about y/n. it had been almost a whole year since she left.

eleanor was just like batmom in looks, but personality-wise... she was a bit of a spoiled brat, and throwed tantrums kinda often for a lot of things. but no one said anything, still too happy that their lost one was home.

until, that's it, tim found a old hoddie that he noticed by the name written on it that it was reader's. remembering that he hasn't hang out with her in a good while, and feeling kinda guilty, he asks alfred where her room is so he can give it back to her.

it makes alfred notice that he, too, haven’t been giving you attention. so, both go to y/n's room, looking for her.

only to find a dust-covered room, clearly unused by a long time.

it triggs red alarm bells on both of their heads, and they go to the rest of the batfamily to ask have you seen y/n lately?

panic takes over when no one is able to think of the last time they saw her in months.

they begin to search, desesperate to find the little y/n. where is she?! what if she is hurt?! she must be so scared!

(in castellion, y/n is living her live as a princess with her actual parents happily, having friends and being brighter than she ever was in gotham.)

[sashi-ya]

Soshiro Hoshina [kaiju no. 8]

I... I am out of words. I just simply need to sit down, breathe and pray for all the impure thoughts I had.

[sweetiemayy]

Yandere!Emo!Bunny!Hybrid reporting for duty

Your Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend is a big ol’ softie.

He definitely looks scary, with that dark eyeliner and silky white fringe, but he cuddles up to you like there’s no tomorrow. Your warmth makes him feel complete.

He’ll wrap you up in strong arms, chains and spikes that dab his forearm— in the name of fashion, of course— poke at your skin. “Sorry, sweetcheeks.” He’ll whine as he cuddles up closer to your stomach. “‘Ure jus too addictive”

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who is quick to thump his foot against the ground and pin his ears to his head if he sees any guy with you, especially someone he hasn’t met.

He’ll stroll on by and wrap a gentle arm around your middle, a snide smile grazing his lips as a fire lingers in his dark eyelined eye.

“Got a new friend? How cute.” Your boyfriend will curve his mouth into the dip on your neck. “Why don’t cha’ introduce me?”

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who will occasionally surprise you with a new piercing. He’ll spread your legs, diving deep into your pussy as you wail and tug at his ears.

Until you feel something new.

He’ll notice your slight hesitation and chuckle to himself. “Feelin’ something new?” His words vibrating against your perky clit.

Then his head raises, and out rolls his pink tongue with a pretty little silver ball dead center.

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who stalked you for a long time before you first met.

Just the thrill of being outside your bedroom window, watching your chest rise and fall as you slept made him jitter with excitement. His cock couldn’t help but spring up in his skinny jeans!

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who keeps a photo of you in his wallet. Black and leather, cold with a dangling chain on it. However, on the inside, decorated with a warm photo you claim to hate. For no reason, might he add.

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who bites you. His teeth aren’t sharp, quite flat actually, so your pain isn’t exactly what he’s after. Instead, the claim he has on you, letting every other hybrid know that you’re his gets him off.

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who fingers you just to see his chipped fingernails work their way through your walls.

“Ya’ like that? Ohh yes you do. Look at cha’ squirm, doll.” He’d tease, going all the more deeper just to get under your skin.

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend with a sleeper build. He’s tall and skinny at first glance, something you could snap like a pencil.

But at midnight, when the moons aglow and your bedroom is lit up, he’ll have his arms around you in a chokehold.

Pounding away at your tight cunt, lengthy tip prodding at your cervix he’ll squeeze his arm just a little bit tighter, crushing your neck between pale biceps.

“Fuckin’ like that? Little slut. No one can fuck you like this but me. You aren’t gonna leave? Are ya?”

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who lets you play with his ears no matter how much it makes him squirm.

He loves to be taken care of, as much as he loves to take care of you. The thought of you running your fingers through silky snow hair makes him blush. A deep red that spreads like a wildfire on his face.

“Don’t stop lovin’ on me, kay? Even when we’re old and grey.”

He's 100% based off those bunnies with eyeliner ૮꒰˶ - ˕ -꒱ა