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heraldofcrow · 24 days

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1, 9, 14, 19 🔥🔥🔥

Ok, FF7 fandom for this one obviously!!

the character everyone gets wrong

Genesis!!! Our boy!!! He gets so often dismissed as over-dramatic and annoying in the fandom, but he was canonically just the first of his friends to discover a really horrific truth about who he was. He clearly believed he was a literal monster, he was sick and dying, he found out his parents were basically props set in place by the corrupt company that created him and lied to him his entire life, etc..

Also, it really seems like he has extremely low self-esteem and deep insecurity that causes him to act as cocky or abrasive as he does. You can tell he just wants to be equal to Sephiroth in particular and valued as someone worth standing next to. Idk it gets me in the feels. He needed acceptance and to be told he didn’t have to fight so hard to be noticed or loved. He was loved already. Sadly, communication amongst our traumatized Crisis Core trio is NOT their strong suit lmao.

AND YES I KNOW GEN WAS VERY MEAN AND NEVER SHUTS UP BUT DAMMIT HE IS COMPLICATED.

(Also, Sephiroth is this character when people insist he was always secretly evil and had some absurd superiority complex before he went insane. The point is that we lost a person to madness and evil that was every bit as “good but complicated” as Cloud — not that he came out of the womb with evil intentions lol).

9. worst part of canon

The parts of Crisis core that fade to black and don’t elaborate, like we were talking about. Just the general….holding back that CC tends to do with dialogue and all? I love the game so much, but those shortcomings are frustrating.

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

Hmm, I don’t see it as often, but Genesis being just rude and aggressive with no further depth.

I guess, I can kinda tell when the author maybe doesn’t like him and is including him just to add conflict or tension. I appreciate it when he’s written just as well as Angeal and Seph.

I also don’t like when Lucrecia is completely demonized or when Sane Seph is written as overly aggressive when he’s actually really mellow in the canon.

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

Hojo lmaooo. I lowkey love his character. This is partially your fault too xD

He repulses me, yes, but I find him so fucking fascinating and I’m not normal about weird, complicated father-son relationships in fiction, so naturally I am obsessed with analyzing him and Seph. Hojo’s greatest specimen was his own son, bro. It’s so messed up, idk.

#thanks alto!!#there now Crow was a bit negative on her tumblr blog yayyy #JUST THIS ONCE #fgdh #asks #ask game #mutuals #ff7 #genesis rhapsodos #hojo

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idontblushsrry · 3 years

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Itadori Yuuji Boyfriend Headcanons

A/N: Reader is from America and a black female. Idk why i decided to write this but I think that Yuuji would be a fun boyfriend lmao. I don’t entirely know what the reader’s cursed technique should be so lmk if you have any ideas. Until then enjoy Yuuji and reader being 2 idiots in love. Spoilers for all the eps of jujutsu kaisen up to about episode 11, nothing past that though as I want to finish the show first before reading the manga, so please be respectful of spoilers and label them (and tag if necessary) in the comments. Also srry if this cuts off abruptly bcus of the point the show is at. This is also like, all over the place but whatever.

(also sorry this was posted later than usual oops)

Word Count: 1943

This dork-

He is so sweet and kind and considerate

But also a dumbass but also like he’s your dumbass

You and Yuuji are both equally stupid like bless yalls hearts

You and Yuuji met during his time at the Tokyo Academy when you transferred from America

The moment this man saw you walk up with Gojo-sensei he was smitten

Like your skin was glowing??? how???

And you had a slight accent but like he loved it too

And when you came up to greet him and shake hands you smelled so good and your skin was so soft

((He would later come to find out that the root of that was the shea cocoa butter lotion you used))

But yea mans was smitten and he is fully in love with you lmao

Will do literally anything you ask

You hungry? He’s prepared a 5 course, michelin star meal

Want new clothes? He’s been training for the day he could hold your bags for you

Ran out of hair products?? He’s already back with a special box of your products that he had imported from America

To this day you don’t know how he was able to get those products so quickly

He is loves when you tell him things about you from your day, to your times in america, to how your cursed energy works

Yall are the couple that does stupid shit together

Like one time you showed Yuuji one of those life hack videos and he was like

“We should totally do that”

And you were like “Bet”

Needless to say Fushiguro was very confused at the sight of bandaids on both of your fingers the next morning

“???What happened?”

“Well you see, I told Yuuji that I should use the glue gun because he didn’t even know where to put the glue stick. And he said nah, I got it and um yea so I fell and the glue gun was plugged in and then he tripped over me and so now we look like this.”

Gojo and Kugisaki thought that this was hilarious while Fushiguro decided that he’d store your guys’ glue gun in his shadows from now on

How yall manage to get through missions you go on together alive is a miracle

Speaking of missions, you eventually ask Yuuji what’s his deal because you feel a powerful aura coming from him but he never uses cursed energy, always cursed weapons

Cue Sukuna’s mouth popping up on the side of his face like “Hey mamas”

(You can’t tell me that Sukuna isn’t the type of guy to ask where his hug at)

“YUUJI WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

“Oh, I guess you haven’t met Sukuna yet, huh?”

So he sits you down and explains how he ate Sukuna’s finger and you're sitting there like ‘mhm mhm mhm, sorry you what?’

For like 3 days after he told you that you couldn’t bring yourself to kiss him just because you were processing the fact that Yuuji ate someone’s nasty old ass finger and would have to eat 19 more

And the fact that he’s the vessel of like the worst curse known to man

During those 3 days, Yuuji’s pouting because he’s like ‘I fucked up, now she doesn’t wanna kiss me let alone talk to me because of this monster inside of me :(’

Meanwhile you’re just like ‘why would anyone eat some random mummified finger?’

Eventually you get wind of Yuuji’s bad mood and immediately, you rush to smooth things over with him.

You knock on his door and hear blankets rustling before he goes, “I’m not in the mood to play fight right now Kugisaki’

“Can I come in baby?”

You immediately hear the most comical almost cartoonish amount of noise ranging from a cup falling over, sheets falling off the bed, and what sounds like Yuuji falling flat on his ass before he opens the door

When he does, you’re laughing and it’s like the sky is no longer grey and the world is filled with color

You smile at each other before your moment is interrupted with Sukuna going “Finally, full offense, his whining was getting annoying”

You step inside his room and apologize for ignoring him, explaining that you just needed time to process things, explaining that you should’ve told him that before dipping

He just grabbed you in a bear hug and lifted you of the ground and spinning you around laughing happily, after all he wasn’t even upset with you, he just missed you

And thus begins the honeymoon phase of your guys’ relationship

Fushiguro is actually really happy for you guys and is the most supportive of your relationship but if anyone asked him to admit that out loud he’d actually apparate to the nearest marooned ship

Nobura doesn’t hate you guys but she thinks all couples are disgusting, so while it’s nothing personal, she does gag when you and Yuuji do so much as make goo goo eyes at each other

Gojo is actually like the main cheerleader of your relationship.

He is the teacher that changes the seating chart to put students he ships together

He was always pairing you and Yuuji up on missions and placing you as sparring partners like ur not slick

If Gojo is the cheerleader, Sukuna is an actual antagonist

Like the man goes out of his way to CHOOSE violence

Like on time you kissed Yuuji’s cheek on a date and when you pulled back, your lip was bleeding and Sukuna’s mouth was smirking at you

Another thing he likes to do is tell you all of Yuuji’s simp^tm thoughts

Like all of them

Now Yuuji isn’t ashamed of how much he loves you and is in fact very open with it, but he doesn’t need Sukuna telling you that the only reason he bought x mouthwash was because it made your breath smell like “sunshine” and he had to see if it would work on him

Speaking of dates, good luck

Now I stand by the fact that Yuuji would never half-ass a date and things with him are certainly never boring

But he’s also like a country boy in the city and his tourist tendencies tend to get the best of him

Like you’ll be trying to find a spot to eat and when you look back Yuuji’s gone

((Prolly to buy another I <3 Tokyo shirt so you can both match))

He always catches up with you ad you eventually learn that but like the first few times be havin you ready to put up a lost child signal on the loudspeaker

He’s very sweet and this is where his thoughtfulness shines through

You and Yuuji plan dates in the same way one plays bingo

Like because you never know where you’re going to be r when exactly you’ll both be free (especially with Gojo-sensei and his bare minimum ass information) you two tend to go ‘ok well if we’re here we’ll go here and if we’re here, we’ll go here’ and so on and so forth

But Yuuji always remembers such little one-off details about you that make your dates.

Like you mention wanting to try a sushi train and he’s already scrolled through multiple yelp reviews and watched every youtube restaurant review like 9 times

But every high has a low and Yuuji and your’s low comes suddenly and it brings you crashing to the ground with no warning and nothing to slow your descent

When your class of first years were sent to exorcise the special grade cursed womb

When Yuuji’s hand got blown off and he told you to run you froze, your mind racing faster than your legs could even start

“(Y/N) RUN!” Yuuji’s voice broke you out of your fear-based trance

“I- I...can’t...I can’t leave you!” you cried out all your rational senses screamed at you to go, run, he had Sukuna and you were barely a grade 2 sorcerer. But your intuition told you if you left him you wouldn’t see him alive again.

You were trapped in a paralysis of indecision but the choice was made for you when a sticky tongue wrapped around your midriff and you were gulped into the mouth of one of Fushiguro’s frogs

“Goddamn it Fushiguro! Let me go! I need to... save... him.” You were outside the building before you could even finish arguing.

You glared up at Fushiguro but your eyes softened some when you saw how beat up Kugisaki looked.

He gave you this look that said he did what he had to do and he didn’t care what you had to say about it

You and him waited in the rain for Yuuji or Sukuna to exit the building

You tried to focus yourself and save your negative emotions for your cursed attack

When Sukuna inevitably appeared, one finger stronger, you were fully prepared to fight him

However, he didn’t seem interested in fighting you and more engaged in fighting with Megumi

You tried to urge Fushiguro to wait it out, eventually Sukuna would lose control, but when Sukuna took Yuuji’s heart hostage, you both knew you’d have to fight

You and Fushiguro gave it your all but when Yuuji came back he still died

It took all your strength to not completely fall apart after his death and the support from the second years as well as Kugisaki and Fushiguro helped

You’d tried to visit him at the morgue but Shoko only told you that she didn’t think it’d be a good idea.

You still slept in his sweaters and the things that smelled like him from time to time, trying to make the idea of him last, but after a month, the smell of him had started to fade

Everything about Yuuji’s memory seemed to become leached away with time, from his smell, to the wear present on things he’d given to you

You couldn’t help but feel resentful towards yourself but also to Sukuna, he’d taken Yuuji from you with the same care that one would throw litter on the ground

The pain in your chest didn’t wane either, it only became ignorable to a degree as training for the exchange with the Kyoto students became more intense

Fushiguro is a comfort to you as well, aside from you, him and Yuuji were the closest to each other and so he gets a lot of what you’re going through and doesn’t push when you become more withdrawn

He also lets you pet his demon dog too but when you ask him why he’s letting you pet it he just says ‘because no one would believe you if you told them’ lies

The bastard really just does it because he knows you’re sad and he doesn’t want you to be sad

Speaking of the Kyoto students, Zenin Mai and Toudou Aoi are permanently on your shit list

You’re relieved that Panda, Maki, and Inumaki came to your guys’ aid but like if you had your way Mai wouldn’t even exist

Anyways Maki has Panda physically restrain you while she tries to calm you down

“(Y/N), you can kick her ass at the exchange!”

When you calm down, Panda puts you down and even though Mai’s long gone with Todou to go get his handshake, you make a promise that carries through the wind

‘Zenin Mai, pray that the next time you run across me I’m feeling kind, because if not-’, the last word is lost as the wind picks up but Mai feels a shiver rack through her body that more than ensures your message.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jjk x reader #itadori yuji x reader #itadori yuji #jjk itadori #black reader #x black reader #idontblushsrry

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xparadisexlostx · 3 years

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So Idk what possessed me to write this. I wrote it all in one go and it is in desperate need of a proof read and probably and edit... but I doubt I’ll ever do that lol. I’m tired and I’m getting a headache and I still have drafts to work on, so I’m just gonna post it before I lose confidence and hide it like the many, many other drabbles I’ve never posted.

I don’t know why I wanted to write this in first person. That usually annoys me, but for some reason it just sounded right in this case.

So this drabble is primarily about Beck and Cora, how they meet, and the relationship they have. Obviously I did a LOT, if not too much, condensing because otherwise this never would have ended.

For context, Cora is Beck’s sort of adopted mom. She his a centuries old witch who was possessed, years ago by a spirit of hospitality. Over time the two merged into one being and that is why she’s pretty much immortal. Because of what she was she was made an outcast by her own people, the clan of the Grey Owls. Here is her face claim.

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A long life makes you accustomed to loss. You learn people are better at a distance. Far enough away that you can’t really make out their faces, and their voices turn to echoes by the time they’re in your ears. Any closer than that and you risk the pain that comes with a proper meeting. I found that out the hard way when Hattie passed.

It was agonizingly slow. At first she just needed a bit of help with getting up after a long day in the garden. And then she couldn’t go as far on our evening walks. Eventually she couldn’t make it out to tend the flowers that she loved so dearly, and she forgot the names of the dairy goats we’d raised by hand and bottle. And when I saw Death come peacefully across the border of the Living Dream, shimmering in the late afternoon sunlight and invisible to my love, I lifted her up in my arms and carried her out to the fields of flowers. She didn’t remember my name, but she held me close to her with what dwindling strength remained in her arms, and laid her head on my heart while I whispered a silent goodbye.

We had never had any children. Back then we only escaped the scandal of being together by living on my family’s land and growing or making most of what we needed. People in the towns whispered, but they let us be so long as we didn’t make too much noise. That wouldn’t have been any life for a child. Children need community, friends, and more love than just two mothers could bring them. The mortals would have never accepted a child of ours, and the witches had cast me out years before on account of what I was---what I am.

I buried Hattie in the flowerbed, and I left my home after that. The place I had been made, where I had settled for three centuries, had nothing to give me but pain. Even England reminded me all too much of what I had lost. I was alone, and I imagined that somewhere else I could find a place where I was content with that once again.

And I did. In a cottage deep in the Sierra Nevada mountains, I found the peace that had evaded me for so long. People stopped by in the occasional way: lost travelers, rapscallion youths, the occasional farmer looking for good dairy stock. That was the way for well over a hundred years. It wasn’t until the storm of ‘01 that it all changed, that I noticed the pie I was cooling on the windowsill was gone, and there was only a small muddy handprint in its place.

In the afterglow of a lightning strike I saw him there. A great, hulking bear, tall as the horizon, pale as a fresh pressed bedsheet, illuminated against the black sky. On his head were horns made of trees, and his claws were gnarled roots. On his back he carried a forest with a heart-tree that glowed gold. My brother, older than me by millenia, scarcely seen but ever familiar, always present. He looked from me to the barn, and stared, transfixed, by whatever he saw, and then he was gone.

I pulled on a raincoat and stepped into my boots, and raced across the yard to the shelter of the barn. The goats stirred in their pen, and the chickens let out a low squawk of protest as the building flooded with light. I found my pie in the back stall and a trail of blueberry pawprints leading away from it and into a pile of hay, where I found a small, trembling kit, little enough to fit in my one hand.

She shook like a leaf, whining up a terrible storm, as I tucked her beneath my coat and took her into the house. The promise of a proper meal convinced her to turn back into the girl I already knew she was, but she still shook so hard that she lost half of every bite she tried to take. I might have scolded anyone else for stealing, but she was so slight, too small and slender for a girl her age, and she was covered in mud and briars and sticks that matted in her golden hair. And when I put her in the tub to scrub her clean I saw the bruises and the cuts that no branch had inflicted.

Looking back on that night I never had the chance to hold her at arm’s length. From the moment I plucked her out of the hay and pressed her to my heart, she was mine. I couldn’t keep her. The Fox Bitch wouldn’t allow it. And no one would listen to me when I told them of the heinous crimes Elea Tandy was committing against her own kin. No one cared when I complained of the local coven teachers casting her out.

I made myself content with what I could have, and I taught her what an old witch could when she escaped that awful house and made her way through the forest to me. I showed her how to sew up a skirt as well as a wound, and taught her what the woods had to offer when her mother denied her supper. When she couldn’t read my spellbooks I taught her songs and rhythms to help her remember words and order. How to milk a goat, how to shear a sheep, how to tie a good and proper knot, and how to cook anything you found or caught. Our time together didn’t always last long, and when she left I felt it like a stab to the heart, but she was mine. The baby Hattie and I never got to have, filled with more kindness and curiosity and life than anyone else I had ever met.

And I ought to have known by the sight of my Brother what she was, and that she could not belong to me, or to anyone forever, but it wasn’t until months later, when I saw him again, watching her ride through the woods with a wild abandon, that I understood.

Feral. A term that makes every parent clutch her pearls and shiver in fear, even though they barely know what it means. Feral witches are born to leave. They are only a brief bridge between the Dream Realm and the physical, destined to merge once more with the Nature Spirit from which they came.

She was not mine to keep, but I held on.

I held on in agony as she ran off, desperate for freedom and adventure and a respite from the violence of her home. I smothered her in loving arms every time she came back. But she came back less and less. It was too dangerous, and every time she risked us both. I told her I didn’t care, and that I wasn’t afraid of Elea Tandy… but I knew that she was.

She was right to be.

Even I had never imagined Elea could be so vile and twisted as to kill a familiar. And to make a child watch… It turns my gut even to think of it now. I thought it would be the death of her, and it likely would have been if her brother hadn’t turned on their mother himself. He tried to bring her back to life, and so did I. But there was nothing but fathomless despair behind those blue eyes. I finally had her safe beneath my roof, and she was dying in my arms just like Hattie had. No amount of love could ever replace what she had lost when Dawnbreaker had been hanged before her eyes.

After ages of lifelessness, she eventually became restless in her grief, and I imagined I was witnessing her end. I put her in my car and drove her as deep into the wilderness as I could, and when I wrapped my arms around her I said that same silent goodbye. I barely made it home before my own sorrow and anger threatened to drown me. She was too young, I thought, and how unfair it was that she should die having tasted so little happiness, having felt so few kind touches. Brother would care for her upon her return, but why had he ever allowed her to come from the womb of that wretched woman? I had gifted her all the love that I could, and it didn’t feel like nearly enough in the face of all the pain she had been put through.

I hated him for that. Perhaps I still do.

I left California the same way I left England, distraught, and purchased new land on the secluded shores of Lake Erie. I told no one where I went, and no one would have ever asked.

When I saw the golden horse upon my lawn some years later I thought it was a reflection in the Living Dream, a spirit of what once was lingering, but the girl upon its back was no longer a child. Even at a distance, even after all those years, I knew her face, and when she ran into my arms I held her tighter than I ever had before.

She was alive and more vibrant than I’d ever seen her---all golden curls and smiles and a wild glint in her eye. We rode horses on the shoreline and sang foolish songs around a campfire. She told me stories of where she had been and everything she’d seen as she wove crowns from wildflowers. The next evening she showed me the scars where the mountain lion had nearly ripped her life away, and then demonstrated her new form with such ease that I felt my knees go weak. Even at such a young age the power swelled around her.

Feral. The very thing that had made other witches reject her had allowed her to thrive. In the wilds she had found the peace and happiness that others had so cruelly robbed her of. And I felt a pride blossom in me that I’d never felt before.

She left me again, as I knew she would, as was her nature, but this time I didn’t feel grief. For as long as she was on this Earth, she would return to me. That much I was certain. And that much has always been proven true.

Now, without the fear of her mother’s viciousness, she comes to me more frequently, and she can linger in my house as long as her wild spirit will allow. Our time together isn’t so rare… and yet I know that it is still brief.

Each visit I see the spirit grow within her, each year the magic grows stronger. It pulls in more animals, and it bends nature around her without her even noticing it.

She doesn’t see my Brother when she is sitting upon her golden stallion, basking in the sun as it cuts through the forest branches, but I think she feels him. As the animals gather all around her and play like newborn lambs, as she feels the embrace of the woods around her, I think she feels him watching. Her eyes glisten and she smiles with a fondness that breaks my heart. I think that if she just takes one step she will be lost to me forever.

I call her name when she raises her hand to touch what she cannot see, and with the slowness of a drunkard she blinks her eyes. When she looks back at me in those moments I know she can see across the centuries. She knows what I am.

Again I call her name. It’s selfish, maybe, to want to hold onto her. Perhaps I do nothing but hold her back. But she smiles at me, and the mist evaporates from her eyes to reveal that mischievous sparkle.

“Come away from there, girl.” I say, beaconing her back toward the house with a wave of my hand and I watch my Brother’s eyes with unbecoming smugness as she presses her golden stallion forward and exclaims “‘Race ya!’” as she charges back home.

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bloody-hands-pure-hearts1329 · 6 years

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Could you do a Donnie smut of a short girl that's 4'8 or something Idk but I really love your nsfw writing ^.^

Sorry for taking so long! But here is your one shot smut^^ Hope you are not mind I used your pic no worries erased it from my laptop already only wanted to have it in the smut^^ @donnielovergirl

Giving in to the animal inside me

Donnie sat slightly shaking on the chair in his lab. He was fighting, fighting his urges. The urges who awoke every year at the same time. It had never this hard to hold his animal side back before. Before you came in to his life.

You sweet, caring sexy and beautiful girl, 4'8 short perfect to pull you up while kissing, he liked to put your legs around him and held you tightly to him feeling your body…

“No I should stop t-thinking this!” he groaned and pressed his hand between is legs where his hard member was hiding under about to break free. So he tried to keep his mind away from you from now but all he could think about was you he needed you to know.

Before he realized what happed he found himself up on the roof jumping from roof to roof on the way to your apartment.

Ready to get his sweet release!

It was not the first time he made love to you but it was the first time he would make love to you while being in his mating season. He was totally different at this time and you would soon see how much different he was. The turtle mutant let out a loud churr as he finally reached the building where you lived in he lost no time and jumped over on to the fire ladder before your window.

He saw you laying on your bed in nothing but purple underwear. His eyes followed you hungry as you get up and to get something out of another room. The purple masked turtle lost no time to break in.

He walked over to your bed and sat down on it, your smell made his cock break free out of his plastron standing up in soft pink more turtle than human shaped. He made sounds and groans relieved and as he finally sprang free.

Now he waited for you to come back to see what you have done to him and take care of it. You walked back in with a mug with tea taking a sip before staring shocked and in surprise at your boyfriend sitting on your bed with a wide grin on his eyes his eyes almost fully black from lust and his cock free from its cage having a white pearl of cum rolling down from it. This made you almost let fall the cup but you somehow managed to put it on your desk before looking back at him. Alone to see him like this was enough to make you wet for him.

Donnie sniffed the air. “I guess you like what you see my princess?” he asked with a lower tempting voice. You could only nod to shocked to do more than that you brain was trying to understand this and was telling you this was only a dream.

“Come here” Donnie winked you over before you know what was happening your legs walked you over to him. You stopped before him looking blushing away as he pulled you down on his lap. One hand pulling gently your head back to him to press his soft and cold lips against yours. You kissed him immedatly back the kiss was wilder and harder than the once he would normally give to you but you enjoyed it nothingless.

He pulled you around sitting on his knees on the bed making you straddle him pressing his hard cock against your still clothed heat. His lips broke the kiss to travel down your neck to hear your sweet moans.

He churred lowly in pleasure of hearing this soft sounds leaving your mouth while his hand freed your breasts from your bra pulling it off you while laying you down to look hungrily down at you before he attacked. His hand and lips found your breasts, leaving marks all over them. While enjoying how your moans became louder and louder, churring back in response.

“Oh Donnie!” you moaned loud as he squeezed your breasts tight together to suck on both nipples at the same time and also pulled them between his teeth shooting lighting of pleasure through your body directly to your core.

Groaning he sucked on them for a while before moving slowly down making you arch your back in pleasure over the hot trails his kisses, sucks and bites leave on their way down between your legs.

“Mhmm you smell fantastic down there my princess” he told you still with this low and seducive voice. It made you shudder in pleasure. He lost no time by pulling your panties off, throwing them over to the bra on the floor. He growled over the smell of your juices leaking out before he started to lick them away. Donatello churred loudly over the taste and your gasp after you felt his tongue.

“You like this my princess?” he asked your before licking you again making you moan loud, shaking and bucking slightly your hips at him.

“Y-Yes ohh Donnie!” you gave him moaning the answer before he attacks you again this time sucking on your clit making you squirm under him but he kept you in place with one hand pressed on your tummy. He churred while sucking on the little knot only stopping as it was swollen and red to thrust his tongue deep inside you. Having you scream out his name as his tongue stretched your insides and started to thrust in and out of you.

“Donnie!” “Mhhhmmsosweeeet” he groaned churring out as he keep on thrusting inside you his eyes glued to you to not miss any reactions of you. You moaned louder with every thrusts your back arching no chance to move your hips by his hand holding you down. Your hands found the tail of his mask and started to pull on them while moaning loud your boyfriend’s name. “Oh yess Donnie dont stoppp!” you begged him after a while feeling this lightnings strike over and over at the sweet spots he hit over and over. Your walls became tighter around him the closer you came to reach your orgasm.

“MHHHHM CUM!” he groaned churring out at you as he felt long muscles getting squeezed by your hot walls. This was all you need to give in and let it all flow out of you with a scream of his name leaving your lips as you shook wildly. Greedy he started to drink you and suck more out of you until he finally pulled back sitting back panting while watching you with a wide smirk on his lips. Losing himself in the beauty laying hard breathing before him. After he finally found back his voice he ordered you in this low voice to get on all four your legs spread wide for him.

You did as you where told waiting excited for him while still feeling some of your juices flowing out and down your legs some drops staining your dark purple sheets. Donnie gave you a few hard slaps marking your butt cheeks with his red hand prints.

“Such a good girl” he said smirking before he started to rub his cock against your wet folds to lube himself with your juices.

This made you shiver and moan loud out to him while he just chuckled groaning over the good feel your warm folds give to him. “You will not hold back any moan or scream. I want to hear them all and your neighbours need to know who you belong to!” he growled out at you while pulling your hard by your hair back to kiss your lips after you said yes. He let your hair go holding on to your hips before thrusting hard all way inside making you scream and shake form it.

But this time he let you no chance to get used him, he started to pull all way out making you whimper over the loss before slamming back in. Donnie was moving in a fast and hard space making you moan louder and louder with each thrusts. His long log reaching deep inside you finding new sweet spots and hitting them over and over.

“DONNIE!” you screamed out now, not caring for anything this felt so amazing this side on him was new but you loved it. He leaned down to bite in your shoulder to leave a mark on you for all to know you are his and his alone! Growling he sucking on the bite making it dark red almost black while smashing his long staff inside you. You moved back at him your tongue handing out of your mouth while screaming for him to keep going and his name. His growling became loud as he felt you getting ready to cum again this made him pound harder and deeper inside you reaching your cervix and pressing hard your head down in the pillow to one hand holding on to your hips.

“I will cum in your womb how will you like that? I will fill you up and make you round with my cum!” he growled in your ear as he get deeper and reached inside your womb now slamming inside his tip hitting the wall of your womb over and over. As your walls squeezed his cock now.

“AHH YESS PLEASE OHH DONNIE CUM INSIDEEE!” you screamed out in pleasure over him being so deep inside you ready to cum any second now.

“CUM!” he order you wanting you to cum first before he would let his seed fill you.

“DONATELOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” you screamed his name as loud as possible as you came hard on him your juices flowing down his cock. He thrusting two time before he buried himself deepe inside churring loud

“Y/N!” while cumming hard inside you filling you like promised up with his white and hot semen. Panting,He kissed and licked his markings on you while pumping more inside you making you moan and pant harder as you felt him stretching your belly making it round and full, some of your both mixed juices flowing out down on the sheets.

“Donnie” you whispered because you lost your voice while screaming he nuzzled and kissed your head while keep filling you until the last drop was inside you. Carefully he pulled out and laid down beside taking a few breaths before he pulled you in to his arms making your head lay down on his chest plates.

You both just laid like this panting enjoying the after glow of your hot love making. His fingers lazly caressing your head and back making you slowly sleepy. Your turtle kissed your head while carefully pulling the blanket over you both.

“Watashi wa anata ni amai yume o hoshī watashi no chīsana hime (I wish you sweet dreams my little princess)” he whispered before you and him gave in to the sleep.

#tmnt 2012 #reader x donnie #both adults #smut #one shot #for donnielovergirl

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