/24/ Adult content. I'm a big tmnt fan, and my soft spots are for Donnie and Leo 💙 💜 I love to write, but my phone sucks so sorry if it takes forever to upload. Pfp drawn by my brother 🫶🏻
It's my birthday in a few days and even though I'm 7,000 miles away from home, I'm feeling the love.
For our resident genius.
Lord help me.
This is the first time I have ever posted something without a proofread by my darling @leosgirl82
Forgive me, my love 😂😘
And a huge THANK YOU to @digitl-art-monstr for helping me with this 🥰
This One-shot is 💯 self indulgent.
You'll know it when you see it 😂
Without further Ado,
I give you,
My insatiable thirst...
18+ content - for mature audiences only!
Reblogs only, please!
Delicious Desire
It's the week of your birthday and your genius boyfriend has taken to spoiling you rotten with an extravagant surprise every night, leading up to the big day.
So far, he has brought you on the most romantic dates known to humankind.
However, after seeing you all dolled up at the masquerade last night, and dancing suggestively with his eldest brother, thanks to having one too many *adult beverages*, Mr. Romance loses himself to his more primal instincts…
There's only a few days left before your big day, and you're super excited to see what your boyfriend has in store for you tonight.
However, when you get to the lab and open the double doors, all the lights are off.
Well that's odd.
The moment you step through the entrance, fairy lights that have been set up on the floor - like runway lights - illuminate a path to the lab table.
Standing there is Donnie. Leaning up against the table, arms crossed, with that *flirty Don look* he does so well.
Wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist.
Barely.
He pushes himself off the table and reaches out to you. Walking forward and taking his hand, you realize the runway lights continue on through the back half of the lab, leading to his bedroom door.
He remains silent as he leads you to his room.
Upon entry into his purple-lit cove, there's a long table on one side of the bed with candies, fruits, whipped cream, chocolate - anything you'd ever want as a topping on an ice cream sundae.
"We having a midnight snack?" You ask with a smirk.
He leans down and whispers in your ear, "No, we aren't - but I am. And you're the snack."
Holy mother fucking shit.
You look at him in shock. Full blush blossoming over your face and chest.
He gives you a sultry look.
"God, I love that I can make you blush like that," he says, his hands on your waist as he pushes you towards the bed.
Your brain has temporarily shut down, having never seen this normally cool, calm, and restrained man go from flirty to feral over you. You feel the bed hit the back of your legs, and automatically go to sit down.
He stops you.
"Be a good girl," he purrs, tugging at your top.
You comply, pulling your top off as he relieves you of your bottoms.
His hand disappears behind you as he stands, unclipping your bra, and adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor.
Looking down at you like you're his prey, he nods up towards his pillows, never breaking eye contact.
Before you can even climb up, he's already hovering above you. His mouth has already closed in on yours, desperate and devouring as you gasp, while lying down. His hands hungrily grabbing and squeezing at your body as he moans into your mouth.
He breaks the kiss and moves his mouth to your ear.
"This isn't what I had planned for tonight. However, after seeing you in that dress last night…" he trails off as his lips make real estate on your neck.
You can't help but reach up to him, hands roaming all over his shoulders and biceps.
"Jesus, Don. Last night in the shower…"
"Not nearly enough," he says, "I'm feeling a bit territorial, and possessive. I know there's no need for me to worry, but…"
His lips are back on you. Your chest this time. He still has his towel wrapped around him but it's doing nothing to hide his excitement.
He moves his lips back up to your ear, "He had his hands all over you last night, and now I'm being petty…"
*Kiss below your ear*
"and selfish…"
*kiss with a little suction in the same spot*
"and extremely greedy."
*bite* - *as he rolls one of your nipples between his finger and thumb*
"Holy shit Don," you moan.
"Mmm," he hums through a kiss, "I'm gonna make you so happy, they're gonna hear you through the soundproof walls," he purrs.
Oh my GOD
He's lost his mind 🔥
And you are living for it.
He takes your hands and brings them above your head, then grabs at something on the headboard.
You feel your wrists being restrained as he gives a quick tug.
He looks down at you, and his features suddenly soften, "we don't have to do anything you don't want to. And if there's something I start doing that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me. This is me being greedy over wanting to pleasure you. I want to make sure my desire is reciprocated," he says softly.
You nod, giving him the consent he's looking for, and he sits back on his haunches and smirks.
"Those are my legstraps, by the way," he winks, and reaches over for a bowl of liquid chocolate.
You close your eyes and shake your head with a smirk, blushing all over again.
He drizzles the deliciously warm chocolate over the peaks of your breasts, making a line that joins together, from each breast, to where the bottom of your sternum is. He continues, trailing the chocolate down the middle of your stomach to the top of your pubic bone.
He looks up at your face and gives you that *flirty Don look*. Except it's not flirty, it's hungry, and sultry, successfully causing a rush of excitement between your legs.
"That's gonna taste much better than the chocolate," he growls.
His mouth goes right down in between your thighs for a quick, exploratory taste.
You moan as he laps at your entrance a few times before bringing his sinful tongue to your pubic bone and proceeds to clean the trail of hot fudge thoroughly - licking and sucking every drop as he gets to your pert nipples.
He cleans the chocolate off with one firm lick, before pulling the entire bud into his mouth to tease, swirl, and flick.
All those gasps and whimpers he's responsible for, are causing him to rut against the mattress, where he's resting between your legs.
He moves to the other side, giving the same attention before bringing his lips back up to yours.
"You know…"
*kiss*
"I have a table full of delicious treats…"
*kiss*
"but all I want…"
*kiss*
"is to taste you," he says softly, right before he slides his tongue through your astonished, parted lips.
He reaches down between the two of you and frees himself at the opening of the towel, pressing his tip, teasingly into your entrance.
With the help of his hand, he drags his excitement up and down your entire slit, making sure he circles your clit with it, each pass.
"Don please…" you're begging.
And he loves it.
He smirks, moving himself away from your warmth and uses his finger as a replacement, slowly sinking it inside to find the right spot.
And he finds it immediately.
He pumps his finger in and out, slow and torturous, massaging your front, inner wall.
You attempt to move your hips against him to assist him in pleasuring you.
But he's not having it.
As he continues his torturous pleasure, he puts his mouth by your ear, "Don't worry, Sunshine," he coos, "Daddy is gonna take really good care of his good girl."
"Oh, fuck," you breathe out, pressing yourself downward, almost uncontrollably.
He chuckles, mouth still by your ear, "You really like the Daddy thing, huh?"
You let out a shaky breath in response, unable to form a coherent thought, nevermind a full sentence.
"That's good… Cuz I do too," he whispers, moving his lips to your neck.
While he's leaving open mouth kisses, and nibbling at the sensitive skin of your neck, he adds his thumb to the fun he's having between your legs, successfully making you yell his name.
He teases and massages all the right places, at just the right pace until your breathing picks up considerably, and you feel yourself starting to peak.
And he pulls his hand away.
Your eyes go wide and you look at him accusingly.
He gives you a dirty smirk.
*Cue bedroom eyes*
"Daddy please…" you moan quietly.
His face sobers instantaneously. He puts his hand under one of your thighs, bringing it up towards your chest while removing the offending towel, right before sinking himself into your soaking wet core.
"Oh God, yess," you hiss as he grunts a barely restrained thrust.
"Untie me," you breathe out, "I want to touch you."
He reaches up with one hand and undoes the strap, never missing a beat as he maintains his steady pace.
You can see him clenching his teeth as he tries to keep himself under control.
Pulling his face down to yours, you push your tongue through his lips, eliciting a loud moan.
You feel as he starts to slow his pace and his hips start to stutter.
He's almost there.
Pulling at his arm, you signal him that you want him to let go of your leg, and successfully move it back down by his hip. You lock your calves around the backs of his thighs and slip your hand between the two of you, making small, quick circles with your fingers, to help you catch up to him.
"Oh my fucking God," he growls, and slams his mouth to yours as his whole abdomen tightens, sending you over the edge with him, after that last hard thrust of his hips.
You tear your mouth away from his as shockwaves of electricity flow through your body. You throw your head back, as your body arches up into his, singing praises to his name while he kisses your neck.
Once your soul comes back to your body, you bring your hand to your forehead to push the hair back from your face, as you try to catch your breath.
You realize he's staring at you.
"Yes?" You ask with a flirty smile.
"I love you," he whispers, kissing you a few times.
"I love you too," you tell him, draping your arms around his neck.
He scoots down a little, removing himself from inside of you, and rests his head on your breasts.
"You know, I've had so many fantasies about you, and it's still hard for me to believe that I actually have you now," he confesses.
You smile as you run your fingers along the back of his neck and out over the top of his shoulder.
"I'm all yours," you tell him.
He slips both arms under you and squeezes.
"I know," he says.
You lay there like that for a little bit, and the need to know is killing you, so you ask with a smirk, "What's your favorite fantasy… And has it been fulfilled?"
He's quiet for a minute.
"Yes," he says quietly, "you fulfill it every day."
Now you're thinking. What the fuck do we do every day.
"What is it?" You finally ask him.
He moves up again, looking down at you for a moment before responding.
"You tell me that you love me," he says, coming in for a kiss.
Done.
Your heart is singing.
"You have no idea how much I love you," you whisper through kisses, as he wipes a tear you didn't realize had escaped your eye.
"I think I do," he whispers back. He puts his lips on yours and slides his tongue back into your mouth for a full taste. He pulls away and adds some suction to the kiss as he does, making you squeeze him in-between your thighs.
"Mmm," he smirks, "I like that, too. The suction. I could've eaten you alive the first time you did that to me," he confesses.
"Why didn't you?" You ask teasingly.
"Because you weren't exactly mine, yet," he says with a look.
"If I'm adding suction to a kiss," you say, pulling his face closer so his lips hover above yours, "then I'm looking to be eaten," you whisper.
He growls as he attacks your lips with a thirsty desire.
You can feel his fully hardened member pressing against your inner thigh, again.
"You're not sleeping tonight, Sunshine," he says through needy kisses.
"I'm ok with that," you tell him.
And he continues to love you for the rest of the night, until you're sure you'll pass out from the sheer amount of mind blowing orgasms he's gifted you…
Oh, and he might be right…
You may owe the household an apology for keeping them awake all night.
I have an ask for a first time with Donnie that's been in my ask box for a few months, and I'm super super excited to write it. Unfortunately I lost someone very close to me recently, so for the time being I am unable to mentally handle writing. As soon as I'm out of this funk I will 100% begin writing, I already have plenty of ideas.
No more apologizing for being horny on main. No more horny jail. We’re horny prison abolitionists. No gods, no masters! Wait. Okay maybe a few masters. Alright but no bars will hold us! No whips and chains will — fuck, hang on, let me start again.
hiii ive just read ur most recent post and holy shit you write good smut😭🙏 if youre taking requests could you do thigh riding donnie? PLSSDSJDKSK
Hey hun, I'm glad you enjoy my posts! I can 100% write my favorite beanpole for you.
Minors DNI
Donnie had been working lately, but then what was new? You knew going into the relationship, and even before that, that there would be times when you wouldn't see him for weeks. You had been waiting to see your lovable dork of a man for two weeks, pushing three, and while you normally wouldn't have minded, you had an issue.
You'd been laying in bed that night fantasizing about all these different scenarios in your head. Before you knew it your shorts were discarded and your favorite toy was shoved inside of you as you worked desperately to get off. But you couldn't.
Tears of frustration were coursing down your face hours later as your arm started to lose feeling from moving the toy inside of you, yet you still weren't able to cum. Was it because you and Donnie had been getting intimate recently? The memory of it causes fresh tears and a new wave of wetness between your thighs.
It seemed as if you were unable to get off by yourself, which only meant one thing...
You walked into the lair a few hours later in a sour mood. You scared Mikey half to death as he came around the corner with a plate of nachos, nearly throwing them in the air. "Holy shit dude! You scared the crap out of me!" He exclaimed as he clutched his chest with one hand and the nacho plate in the other. "What are you doing here at this time? It's like 1 am."
You rolled your eyes as you nudged your way past him. "Just had a bad day. I came to see if Donnie had emerged from his lair yet," you admitted.
As if on cue, a hollow crashing sound came from the lab. You bolted towards the door and yanked it open to reveal Donnie who was sitting in his rolly chair with his head in one of his hands. He looked drained, like he hadn't slept in days, and he probably hadn't. On the floor were two plastic cups in a puddle of what smelled like old coffee.
You approached your boyfriend and put a soft hand to his face. "Are you ok?" You asked as you looked him over.
"Yeah," Donnie breathed out in response. "I think I'm finished, but the final product needs to sit for 48 hours so I figured I'd get a nap in." He stared hopelessly at the cups on the floor again, looking for all the world like he was completely drained of any and all energy.
Luckily you were used to this, and you hurried over to the clean up station to get a wet rag. You could tell that the turtle wanted to protest but he couldn't bring himself to scold you for it either. He watched as you cleaned up the spill and washed your hands before coming to stand in front of him.
"You look exhausted," you nite softly.
"I feel exhausted."
A beat of silence passes as you look into each other's eyes. Finally, Donnie pulls you closer until you're sitting on his lap and gives your forehead a kiss. "Thanks for cleaning up for me sweetheart, you didn't have to do that."
You silence him with a peck on the lips. "Of course I do, you can barely stand," you retort. You take a moment to give him a slow, passionate kiss and you can feel all the tension rush out of his body as he melts into it. Once you break apart you stand, grabbing his hand to lead him to the bed he kept at the back of his lab. Your purple turtle boyfriend collapses onto the mattress with a groan and you giggle.
You shift your legs as you watch him lay against the bed, body all lean muscle and sculpted abs. As Donnie sits himself up against the headboard he groans again, this time low in his chest. "Fuck babe, I can smell you from over here," he eyes you, still at the foot of the bed and gestures for you to come closer. "Do you really like me that much?"
It's said teasingly, but as you crawl up the bed you can't help but nod. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. You're just... So attractive," you admit with a blush.
Donnie's cheeks heat at the compliment, not used to receiving such praises. He chuckles and lets one hand come to caress your face, churning when you lean into the touch lovingly. "If I had any energy left I'd ravish you."
You smile. "There will be time for that later," you insist, but Donnie shakes his head.
"Oh no, I can see that your pent up. Just look at you," he coos. "So needy aren't you? Why don't you show me how much you need it?"
The words hang heavy in the air for less than a moment before you're crawling onto his lap to straddle one of his large legs. You whimper as the large thigh beneath you flexes and Donnie lets out a hiss. "Holy fuck, I can feel you soaking through my pants," he groans out as his hands find your hips.
All you can do is moan in response to the friction. When your boyfriend tugs at your pants you're quick to strip them off, along with your underwear, before returning to your seat.
Donnie groans as you grind against his leg with fervor, heat building in you like it had earlier, although this time you were determined to see it through. So lost in finding that pleasure you were that you didn't see the turtle beneath you staring at the lewd wet patch you were making on his pants. If he wasn't so drained he would have teased you, maybe even edged you before taking you here on this mattress. But right now he was entirely focused on your pleasure.
A bounce of his leg has you gasping and clutching at his shoulders for some semblance of stability. "F-fuck," you pant out, "it f-feels so good~"
The steady up and down of his leg paired with the way his hands were moving your hips down had you seeing stars. Had you been more aware you might have been embarrassed about how easily your man was drawing sounds out of you with just his leg. But here you were, gasping and crying out as that string pulled tighter and tighter.
A hand found your face and moved it so that you were looking right into the eyes of your lover, and it caused you to topple over the edge. Donnie's eyes held a fire even through the exhaustion. The way he looked at you was thirsty and desperate, like he couldn't bear to look away from you. "God I'm so lucky," he whispered before pulling you down into a kiss as your high washed over you.
You moaned into Donnie's mouth as you fell apart on top of him before collapsing into his arms. A low noise caused you to look up at your lover, only to find him staring heatedly at the large wet patch you had left on his leg. Your cheeks heated as you dug your face into his chest in shame. "I'm so sorry Donnie, I-" you're cut off by his lips.
"Don't you dare apologize. That's the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen."
Too tired to change into new sweats he simply pulls you down to lay with him on the bed as he begins to doze off. "Don't get too comfortable now baby. Once I wake up I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight," he growls into your ear before nuzzling into your neck.
Thinking about the first few times with the turtles in a more realistic light.
The first time you decide to let him inside of you, you don't expect too much. This is his first time having sex, so it's only fair that it's more of a learning experience than anything else.
You start with lots of prep. He doesn't want to hurt you, even when you assure him that you might feel a bit sore. He's so nervous that by the time he finally puts his dick in you he's full on trembling. You talk him through it as much as you can, but let's be honest- there's no way you can be completely there when he's stretching you so wide on his fat cock.
He pushes in slowly, and with every inch your breath hitches. He only gets half way inside of you before he's moaning and cumming buckets. He's barely conscious enough to pull out after the first three seconds, and even then he's still letting out the most sultry "hahhh~" and "oh fuuuuuh~".
That's how it's going to be the first few times. Their bodies slowly becoming used to the sensation of entering your velvety cunt. Nine times out of ten you won't end up getting off, but it's not because they didn't try, it's mostly because they're so braindead from how hard they came that you have to take care of and love on your man until they remember how to speak.
The first time they are able to finally start focusing on making you feel good you better be ready.
Chances are that he's been doing his research on how to make you cum. He probably feels bad that you haven't been enjoying it as much as he has, no matter how many times you insist that you don't mind.
He's between your legs, eating you like a man starved. He makes you cum at least twice before he's shucking his pants and boxers. He crawls up your body slowly as he trails kisses from your hips up across your chest and neck, nipping at your pulse point in the way that makes you gasp. He lets his cock rest against your pussy and slowly slides it up and down, collecting your arousal on his shaft while he shoves his tongue in your mouth.
The kiss is so dirty that you completely lose yourself in it, nearly missing when his head catches at your entrance. He pulls away from you and slowly starts to push in, watching as your mouth falls open in a breathless moan. Once he's half way he stops and tilts your head to look at him. "Beg for me baby." It's like a plea against your lips, and who are you to deny the one who stole your heart?
"Please," you moan out. "Need you so fucking bad~ babyy~" and then he's bottoming out leaving your brain in pieces on the floor. All you can think about is how good he feels, how good you feel.
It starts out slowly, him pulling all the way out before slowly feeding it back into your gushing folds. Once he knows you're ready he starts speeding up, hips snapping against yours as his hands hold yours next to your head. All the while he never looks away from you, too obsessed with the way your face portrays your arousal.
He's able to hold himself back from cumming until he feels you clamping down on him, and then he's losing himself as he spews out praise and sweet words as he jackhammers his release into you.
After that he takes care of you, holding your face and telling you how well you did as he cleans up the mess between your thighs. He's kissing all the bites he left on your neck as he lays with you on his chest, fingers running through your hair comfortingly.
It takes you quite some time to come back to reality, but he's patient and he never rushes you. The second you regain your sense of mind you look up at him, mouth agape in shock. "When the hell did you get good at sex?" You demand, and he laughs.
"You'd be surprised what I've learned the last few weeks baby," he replied with a kiss to your forehead. "Maybe I can show you after you get some rest."
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-Donnie listens to 70s/80s funk jams in the lab. Anything with a groovy beat helps keep him focused on his tasks, but sometimes he subconsciously starts dancing when his favorite songs come on the speakers. Mikey caught him once, and he's never heard the end of it.
-When they were tweens Mikey got Raph into animes like Dragonball Z and Bleach. It was something they both really got excited about when the re-runs would come on tv. As they get older, both guys still watch it together for a lil brother bonding time. They're currently binging Jujustu Kaisen and One Punch Man. Donnie will sometimes watch an episode or two with them, but he never really got into it. Leo makes fun of Mikey and Raph for liking such bro-y shows, but secretly watches shojo/shonen animes like Fruits Basket or Oran Host Club. He's re-watching Inuyasha right now (for the third time). He would die of embarrassment if his brothers found out (Donnie knows).
-After seriously pulling a muscle a few years ago, Leo got really into massage therapy. He did a bunch of research on physical therapy and different massage techniques, and figured out how to marry the two ideas so he could help out when his brothers inevitably hurt themselves. Cough *Mikey* Cough.
-Speaking of which, Mikey is literally always hurting himself. He's not clumsy, he's just a wild dude who tends to overestimate the capabilities of his board. He's smacked into the side of a building more times than his brothers can count.
-Raph has a tendency to yap in the weight room. He's serious about working out, but if one of his brothers comes in to work in with him, he'll get reeeaal chatty. It's just the space he feels most comfortable and open, where his walls come down. Mikey doesn't mind, but it bugs the crap out of Leo.
-Donnie has to be dragged to the weight room to lift weights. Leo insists on it, and even gave him a perfectly tailored workout plan, but Donnie will make up every excuse to not go. He's never been able to build muscle like his brothers, and they know that, but Leo still wants him to continue strength training. Once as a teen, he was tossed over Raph's shoulder and brought in. Raph got away mostly unscathed.
-Leo writes Star trek and Battlestar Galactica fanfic. No, I will not elaborate.
-Mikey has been teaching Splinter new slang words, mostly to irritate Leo. The other night at dinner he used "no cap" in a sentence, and Leo got up and left the table. Mikey was cackling.
-Donnie swears. A lot. Raph and Mikey do too, but Don is real bad. Leo tries not to, out of respect and in the name of good manners, but if he gets heated in a videogame against Mikey, watch out.
-Mikey struggles with depression, but uses his sense of humor to cope. His jokes occasionally border on self-depreciating, which is a heads up to his brothers that he's not doing great. They take camping trips or plan fun days to help him out of the funk.
-Leo is the biggest flirt in the world. He doesn't realize he's doing it sometimes, until his victims are more blush than person and a puddle on the floor.
-Donnie is incredibly sassy. Like 1000%. He loved sitcom shows like The Golden Girls growing up, and learned how to deliver absolutely fatal comebacks with ease. He doesn't strike to kill unless he's annoyed, usually.
-Raph loves to sing. Like actually loves it. He won't sing for his brothers, but if you follow him on nights when he sneaks off, he goes to abandoned warehouses for the acoustics. Raph has a beautiful voice, with a little rasp to it, and he likes the way it echoes off the rafters. He usually sings along with 90s/2000s r&b, but sometimes will pull out some classic rock ballads. He's been singing Because of You by Ne-yo the past few nights.
-When Mikey discovers a new artist that he likes, the whole lair knows. He plays the music on full blast, going through the full discography. Donnie usually has to threaten to disconnect the wifi before he'll turn it down. His newest fixation was the Silk Sonic album.
-All the brothers' music tastes are influenced by each other. Raph listens to Rap, Leo likes R&B, Mikey's into Hip Hop, and Donnie's music is soup (there's a bit of literally everything). They all share music with each other, adding to the queue when they're in the garbage truck. The only consensus is that country sucks.
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another request for some soft x reader goodness. you write soft stuff so well and frankly i can’t get enough. i’ll let you pick a character this time, and as always, anything is fair game. i think we’ve read enough of each other’s writing to know i’ll like whatever you come up with. thanks so much.
<3 thanks so much bunny that means a lot! and I gotta go with my baby Bakugou <3
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Katsuki spent Saturdays taking care of his baby, come hell or high water. He woke you up bright and early despite your sleepy (and adorable) protests, "'m tired Daddy."
"I know punkin, but its Saturday. You don't want to miss pancakes and cartoons do you?" He bit back a grin when you suddenly bolted upright out of your bed and started to head to the kitchen. "Brush your teeth first brat!"
"Yes Daddy!" You singsonged. Katsuki felt his heart settle into place like it always did in these moments, when he was reminded his best girl was also his most adorable baby who trusted him implicitly.
You two spent the day at home away from prying and judgemental eyes. Katsuki set up a picnic in the living room, with all your favorite stuffies in attendance, including Mr. Rogers the Rhinocerous and your Cinnamoroll. He helped you get dressed in your poofiest princess dress and even put on his only tuxedo to escort you.
"May I, my lady?" He offered you his arm and smiled at the shy giggle that left you as you took it.
"You may, Sir Daddy."
And even though he'd take this to the grave, he let you put your tiara on him when you were having your tea party with finger sandwiches, just to see you burst into a fit of laughter.
"Daddy's a princess!!" You crawled over to him and kissed him all over his face, loving him with truly your whole heart.
"Only for my baby." He grumbled but kissed you back regardless.
The whole day was a treasure for both of you, a memory too keep with you throughout the week when the real world demanded your attention. And that's why you both threw yourselves into your dynamic every weekend. It was the oasis in the desert that you drank from greedily each time.
By bed time you were as exhausted as Katsuki was, but bone deep happy. "Come on punkin, time for teeth brushing and bedtime."
"Okay, but you gotta carry me." You held up your arms and made grabby hands at him, knowing your pro hero husband could easily lift three times your weight.
Katsuki narrowed his eyes at you playfully before picking you up, murmuring as he rolled his eyes, "I'm in love with a little tyrant."
"Your tyrant, daddy!"
"My tyrant. Now brush." He helped you when you got too tired to brush yourself, then grabbed your paci.
When you got really tired you regressed even younger than normal, often not talking- instead using charades and noises to get what you wanted. Like pointing and whining for your paci which wasn't in your mouth fast enough.
"I know I know, here you go." Katsuki's voice gentled even further, knowing that you got even more sensitive like this. "My baby." He kissed your forehead and your nose, smiling when you ducked your head shyly.
He got you both settled in bed and cuddled you close, knowing that tomorrow you'd be yourself and Katsuki, not baby and Daddy anymore. So he soaked up this last moment, giving you a booty rub to relax you further and kissing your forehead and cheeks until you both fell asleep.
Holy shit this was a fantastic read. I don't think y'all understand how soft I am for character's who are supportive of their age regressing partner 😭❤️
i would let this man bang me so hard with no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen door to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I grasp for air, scream and huff, upside down on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on the chair, being carried, against a wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on the motorcycle, in the bed of a trunk, in a trampoline, in a bounce house, inside a pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, toe clenching, back arching, legs shaking, fist clenching, muffled sounds, ear ringing, mouth drooling, nose drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, can't take it anymore, legs divorcing and breaking in half, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, fireworks, sheet gripping, knuckle cracking, jaw dropping, soul snatching, over stimulating, ovulating, vile, sloppy, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, Beasley, devilishly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, black hole cresting, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, body numbing, can't walk, head nodding, volcano erupting, sweat rolling. Voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, skin peeling, pussy popping, back cuts, heavenly, devils tango, and still worth it.
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