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THE CALLS ARE COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE
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Any Leo fucking you when he's needy honestly
Warnings: 18+ / MDNI / NSFW / Smutish / Leo is late 20's to early 30's / general verses
Needy!Leo loves it when you breathe into his mouth, panting as he thrusts into you at just the right pace. Fuck, he missed you so much.
Needy!Leo loves it when you close your legs around his head when he goes down on you—losing his mind when you tug the banana, rubbing yourself to his face desperate to reach your peak. So fucking delicious, he drinks it all down.
Needy!Leo is crazy about your moans, he adores hearing how good he makes you feel.
Needy!Leo loves holding you so close to his plastron you can barely breathe, but god, your clit feels amazing grinding against his lower belly, that you almost don't care.
Needy!Leo stays inside after he's fucked his cum deep in your real good, slowly catching his breath as he holds you close. You're good for him, so soft and warm—what do you mean you can't breathe? This is no time for air, it's time for cuddles.
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Y/N: This is Raph and Mikey
Leo: lol
Donnie: accurate
Mikey: When can I pick up the money? 💰💰💰
Raph: Da Fuck?
Raph: why ya throwing me under da bus? Why ain't dat Leo or Don?
Y/N: Leo? Really? You want to go there?
Raph: fine. Ya right, Mista Stick in da mud wouldn't go. But, come on, it could be Don.
Y/N: Donnie wouldn't need to borrow money from me. His tech skills can get him any funds he needs.
Donnie: again, accurate.
Mikey: Hey, Don, can I borrow some money 💰 🤑?
Leo: Mikey, you're not going to a strip club.
Mikey: aw, come on Leo, why not?
Leo: *sigh* Y/N, see what you started?
Y/N: sorry Leonardo 😞
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All of my Out of Touch Turts-day for easy comparison 💕
Which one is your favourite?
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Imagine dating King Shark Nanaue 🦈 him giving you ocean themed nicknames like.
🦈 precious little fish or my precious little fish
🦈 my sweet fish
🦈 my little angel fish
🦈 my precious little mermaid or little mermaid
🦈 little treasure or my precious little treasure
🦈 sometimes calls you 'his' darling, sweetie or sweetheart
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F around and Find Out
My phone buzzed beside me. The number on the screen is not one I’m familiar with so I text back a quick,
‘who is this?’
‘Is this y/n?’ was the reply.
‘Yes…are you going to tell me who you are?’
‘It’s Derek, we used to hook up.’
I sighed inwardly as I read the last text. I haven’t talked to Derek in at least two years, not since starting my relationship with Leo.
‘Sorry if it’s weird that I’m texting you, I know it’s been a while.’
I didn’t bother texting back until I saw his next text message.
‘Are you single yet?’
‘Helloooo?’
I sighed and replied back, ‘I’m still with the guy I was with when I blocked you. I blocked you on every social media and snapchat. Get the hint.’
I sat my phone down on my bed when I heard a soft tap come from my the window at my fire escape. Leo let himself in and came to wrap strong arms around me.
“I wasn’t expecting you so early tonight.” I told him as I melted into his embrace.
“Not a lot going on tonight, surprisingly.” He spoke as he trailed kisses down the side of my neck.
I let out a breathy moan as he continued kissing my neck, my ear and my collar bone.
The moment was ruined when my phone started buzzing. The screen lit up with the words ‘maybe Derek’ and his number displayed above it.
Leo stepped back for a second and looked at the phone on the bed.
“Derek? You mean that douche bag from a couple years ago? I thought you blocked him.” His tone was almost accusatory.
“I did block him, he must have gotten a new number and decided to contact me.”
He huffed and grabbed the phone from the bed to answer it. He put the phone on speaker.
“Can I help you?” Came his gruff reply.
“Who is this?” Derek asked.
“Leonardo, y/n’s boyfriend.”
“Jeez man, can’t believe you guys are still together. Who said you can’t make a hoe settle down.”
My mouth dropped open in shock.
“Look, you don’t know me, so I’m going to let you go with a warning. Don’t you ever contact her again or I will hunt you down and make you wish you had lost her number.”
“I’d like to see you try dude. I’m 6’0 and I lift weights, I bet I could fuck you up.”
Leo laughed at that, “Like I said, you don’t know me. So I’ll let that go.”
“Whatever you say, pussy.” Derek spat. “y/n, when you’re finally ready to ditch this loser let me know, I know you miss this cock.”
That last sentence seemed to break something in Leo’s resolve. He simply hung up the phone and blocked the number.
“I need to head to back to the lair. I need to talk with Donnie.” Leo spoke quietly.
“Please just let it go, Leo. He’s pathetic and not worth it.” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward me gently.
He placed a soft kiss on my lips before turning and going back out the fire escape.
Derek laughed to himself as he tried to call you again but it went straight to voicemail. He picked up his burner phone and dialed your number again.
“Hello?” y/n’s voice traveled through the phone.
“Me again. That was very rude of your boyfriend to hang up and block me.” He replied.
“I think you’ve truly made a mistake contacting me again. You should definitely watch your back.”
“Sure. Whatever you say sweetheart.” He snorted. “I know eventually you’ll get tired of this dude and come back to me. I mean, that’s what you always did before, right?”
“Yeah, that was when I hated myself, Derek.” You replied as you hung up the phone and proceeded to also block this number.
Derek shook his head and laughed again. He felt satisfied with himself for aggravating you and Leo so he stopped his phone games and went to the kitchen to grab himself a beer from the fridge. As he popped the top off the bottle he heard a sound come from outside on his apartment’s fire escape. As quiet as he could he stepped around the corner and peered into the room where he noise had come from.
He dropped his beer and it shattered to the floor as he lay eyes on Leonardo emerging through the fire escape window. His mouth open in shock as Leo stepped toward him.
Leo towered over Derek.
“—who…what the fuck are you?” He yelled as he backed away from Leo’s advancing form.
“Nice to formally meet you, I’m Leonardo. Y/N’s boyfriend.” He said with a smile as all the color drained from Derek’s face.
“Look I’m sorry man, I didn’t mean anything I said.” Derek spoke as he put his hands up.
“Oh I thought you said you could fuck me up?” Leo laughed.
“Just shit talk dude, I swear.” He was crying at this point.
Leo grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall.
“If you EVER call, text, or even so much as think about y/n, I will hunt you down again and next time I won’t be so nice.” Leo spoke menacingly.
Derek choked out, “I won’t, I won’t! Please just let me go.”
Leo released his grasp from around the man’s throat and he fell to the floor with a dull thud. He turned to leave back through the fire escape but before he left he turned to Derek and said, “Also she told me you were the worst hook up she ever had and she mostly only put up with you and your tiny cock out of pity.”
And with that he exited through the window.
Derek never contacted you again.
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I'd pay a lot of money to see a movie starring King Shark 🦈
i dreamt there was a 3 hour long King Shark movie and I never needed something to be real so much in my entire life
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I haven't seen anyone post this, so here you go
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Here to help add to your ideas bin! 😁
This one might be a little... different, but it was the first thing that came to mind:
"Oh, shit."
Oh, shit, what? Hmm? 👀😁
Oh!!! Oh, oh, oh, oh!!! I have a great idea for this with a few more!!!
Random Turtle Thoughts...
"Oh, shit." & "Giggles" & "Picture"
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"There's no use in hiding, Starburst," Mikey's voice rang out in the usually quiet lair. "Might as well come on out now. I promise I'll go easy on ya."
You hunkered down, going so far as to cover your mouth with your hand to smother the flutter of your breathing. So confident. You were sure you'd found the perfect hiding spot. No way your orange banded crush would find you before you could launch your sneak attack. Effectively covering him in suction cup Nerf darts before he even knew what hit him. Securing your victory - and the oh so desirable prize of your choice.
"I can tell I'm getting closer," the exuberant turtle called out. "Only a matter of time before I - Oh, shit," Mikey's sing-song voice broke as he unintentionally stumbled over a set of oversized roller skates. The ensuing clatter of him fumbling to regain his footing echoing jarringly loud off the concrete walls.
It took everything you had to swallow the burst of laughter that nearly broke past your fingers. But this was your chance. You had to capitalize on his blunder. Victory was at hand!
Biting your lip, pulled high in an excited grin, you cocked your Nerf gun. One deep breath in and you stood tall, pointing your play weapon exactly at the spot of all the commotion. Mind already chewing on how adorable his expression would be as you took him by surprise.
Only your aim fell on nothing but open air. An "oh, shit," of your own slipped from your no-longer smiling mouth. Your heart pounded painfully in your ears. Oh, shit this was scary. You knew he was a ninja and all - but come on!
Quickly, you squatted back down. Unsure of whether you should stay put or move. Where the hell had he disappeared to? Had he seen you? Your eyes swept frantically all around. But no turtle showed where your eyes scanned. Where was h-
"Boo," Mikey whispered in your ear.
The Nerf gun went flying from your hands as you shrieked in startle. Adrenaline commanded your legs to flee even before you'd come down from your jump. But Mikey's hands were already on you. His voice cheering out at your defeat.
"Gotcha, Starburst!"
His fingers went to tickle at your sensitive sides as you tried to wrestle yourself away. High pitched shrieks dissolving into giggles as the Fight or Flight faded from your veins.
"Where ya goin, angelcakes? Huh? That's no way to treat a winner. Come here. I ain't done with ya. I told ya. Told ya I'd take it easy on ya. But no -," the youngest turtle teased and cooed as he wrangled you back each time you nearly slipped free. "Whatcha say? Huh? Can't hear ya, babycakes. Gotta speak louder."
"Mercy! Mercy, mercy, mercy!" You cried out as tears from your laughter swelled in your eyes. Your sides in stitches from the intensity of your giggles. "Please, Mikey! Please! You're gonna make me pee!"
Your lungs gasped for desperate air as his hands fell away, finally granting you reprieve. Swiping twinkling tears away, you sat up to find Mikey still sitting next to you. His arms wrapped around the knee of one bent leg, foot flat on the floor. The other folded under, ankles crossed. His smile was soft, but radiant in the throughs of the joy beating in his chest.
With a few last giggles you stretched out and slapped the back of your hand across his arm. "How the heck did you find me? You saw me when I stood up, didn't you? I knew I gave myself away!"
"Hehe, no way, Starburst. I knew you were here the whole time. I was just letting you think you stood a chance."
"How in the world did you know I was right here, huh? Out of the whole lair!"
Mikey leaned in towards you a tad, his finger beckoning you closer. You came willingly, expecting another whisper in your ear. Just as you came in close enough though, Mikey turned his head and pointed. You followed the direction of his gaze and gesture - to find yourself looking smack dab at your own reflection. A narrow locker-sized mirror sitting mockingly just a few feet in front of you.
"Are you kidding me?!" you bellowed. "I crouched down right in front of a freaking mirror?! Oh my god, how dumb can I be?"
"Hey, hey now," Mikey corrected. "You are not dumb, angelcakes. Maybe a little oblivious, and cuter than is good for you, but not dumb."
You rolled your eyes with a renewed smile.
"Don't worry, I'll make a ninja outta you yet."
You scooted your hip over and leaned back into him. Your eyes drifting over to the mirror as you dropped your head back. A soft gasp filled your lungs.
"Freeze. Don't move," you commanded in a whisper. Trying with all your might to shift as little as humanly possible, you slipped your hand into your pocket. It took a little wiggling, but your phone came free. All the while your eyes locked firmly on to what you wanted to capture. Watching, so closely, to make sure nothing in that mirror moved in any way.
The incredible, unbelievable way Mikey was looking at you. Like you were the only thing that existed in that moment. Like you and he, were meant to be more.
Slowly, carefully, Mikey sensed you raise your phone up, and tap the screen for what he knew would be a picture. But his focus never shifted. Not one minute fraction. Following your command so completely, so willingly, intent to not disappoint you in the slightest.
Not even after he heard the click of the synthetic shutter sound, nor the second, did he move. It wasn't until you let go of the breath you didn't even realize you were holding that he even permitted himself to blink. Then the temptation was too real. And he had to look. Had to see what you saw. So worthy of preserving forever in time.
What a sight that met his eye. You and he, nestled together on the floor. Looking so comfortable - so natural - the two of you might as well have been the sole two pieces of one whole.
"We look good together like this." Your soft tone forced his gaze away.
Looking down at your phone, he watched in awe as your fingers moved over the screen. Tapping on your edit icons. Selecting the drawing function. Deciding on the thickness of the line. Then choosing orange as the color. And drawing a big curvy heart in the bottom corner beneath his leg. Your finger going on to swivel, drawing your first initial and an M entwined in cursive in the middle.
It almost seemed a dream. Even as he watched you save the additions. And even as he watched you hit the send button. It still almost didn't seem real, despite the chime on his shell-phone in his pocket. Seeing the image in his own inbox.
Could this really be real? Could you really think of him the same?
A disappointed groan snapped his attention back to you. Watched as your smile turned sad. Your eyes lingered on the image of the way he was looking at you. A look you had never seen on him before. Your finger traced over the image, as if trying to absorb it through the screen. "I'm really bummed I can't keep this picture on my phone. I think it's my absolute favorite now."
Your finger hovered over the delete button. Knowing full well it was against family rules for you to have any photos of them in your possession. "Do you think Donnie would print this off for me? That way I can keep it here? Frame it maybe?"
Your eyes raised up to meet his own. A flush swept over your cheeks as you processed the way he was looking at you. "Mikey?"
He moved in confidently. His head tipped intentionally low. You didn't flinch away as he pressed his lips to yours. Your heart erupting in a flurry of rapid beats. Didn't pull away when he broke away just a moment, giving you the chance to retreat, before returning for more.
It wasn't until you heard a click from a synthetic shutter and the flick of a flash over your eyelids that you stopped. You found him beaming, his arm outstretched with his own phone in hand. "If you think we look good that way," he breathed, "then wait til you see how we look like this."
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April’s turtle plush is a sweet Cherry Pie Leo fresh out of the oven!
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tries to sleep, fails, gets melancholy, copes by writing purple turtle fic
donatello/reader, gn!reader, rated t, 1.6k. insomnia, friends to.... friends, (were you ever just friends? are you something more? what is love if not friendship shifted an inch to the left?), yearning, yearning, yearning, yearning—
Donatello is sleeping.
Hefting a fatigued sigh, you hover in the doorway to his bedroom for a moment. Staring at his face, taking it in. He’s gotten unfairly handsome as the years have gone by. Beautiful, even. Pretty angles, sharp defined lines, dark seductive eyes. Like this, unmasked, slack in sleep, it’s free for you to look as much as you want. More than you can during the day. A little secret thing just for your own heart’s keeping.
…Best friends shouldn’t want to stare at each other like this, you think with an ache.
It’s late. You can’t sleep. Lying down has provided nothing but racing thoughts you can’t quiet. Things to do tomorrow. Things to say when you see someone. Things to write down if you can hold them until the morning. Things, things, things. So many things in your head, ten thousand little voices like little snowflakes in your skull. Each small, powerless; but together, a force too mighty to outrun.
And Donnie is sleeping. Normally he’s awake. Fiddling, poking, prodding, studying, twisting, cracking, bending. Available to draw you into sleep. Always soothing, petting your hair, cooing at you until you drift off at last to the dulcet sounds of his low rumbles.
But not tonight. Tonight he sleeps, pretty in his sheets even as he’s all sprawled out and drooling. Cute. He’s cute. He’s cute and close enough to touch but so, so far away that you know you never will. Not like that. Not like that.
It’s late. You can’t sleep.
Slowly, not wanting to wake him, infuriated with yourself just at the thought that you’d risked it by lingering as long as you have, you peel away from his door frame and sneak into the living room. The couch greets you again. Inviting, soft. It smells like turtle ass. Popcorn. Movie night. It smells like family, like home. Scratchy beneath your cheek. You’ve been meaning to get them some new pillows. The way Mikey had laughed so hard he’d snorted his drink. Leo’s squawk when it got all over him. The weight of Donnie’s arm on your shoulder when he’d leaned on you while laughing until he got the hiccups. His cologne, new, smells nice. You should tell him tomorrow.
(You can’t tell him. There’s no way for a best friend to look at the other with pupils shaped like hearts and be the same. You can’t tell him.)
Heavily, you sigh. It’s late. You can’t sleep.
You sit up. Get up off the couch. Stretch a little before exhaling and walking around a bit to try and work off some of this excess energy. The darkness of the living room isn’t so much, anymore, what with how your eyes have adjusted. You can see the pieces of the evening strewn about. A pizza box that Splinter’s going to find in the morning and yell at the lot of you for not throwing out. Raph’s teddy bear, leaning against the other couch where he’d been pretending he hadn’t been using it to hide his face in the scary parts. Mikey’s cup, half-full, forgotten in Leo’s panic to find paper towels. And—
—Donnie, standing in the doorway, bleary-eyed, arms folded.
“Why are you awake?” he asks, voice tumbling over your ears like rocks on a riverbed. Guilt strikes you like a blow. He’s exhausted. You’ve woken him up.
“I’m sorry,” you say as an answer, tangling your fingers in the shirt you’d borrowed out of his closet. The shirt you always borrow. The shirt that’s half yours, now.
Donnie’s quiet. You sink your teeth into your lower lip and hope he’ll shrug and go back to bed. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he’s got enough sleep juice in him that he’ll drift right back off and forget this happened.
He doesn’t. “…Can’t sleep?”
The guilt burns your skin like sand in the wind. You smile and pretend. “I’ll be okay. Go back to bed, Don. You need it more than I do.”
He doesn’t.
“…Please?” you try again.
You’re met, instead, with a sigh. He rubs the back of his head where his mask would tie if he were wearing it. Lets his arm fall to his side—ah, except no. He’s holding out his hand, palm outstretched, inviting you to come close. When you don’t, his beak wrinkles. “Come here.”
You take a few steps closer, but don’t take his hand just yet. “What are you doing?”
“Just come here,” he says again, curling his fingers a few times in an imperious grabby command. You come closer. He opens his tired eyes in a squint, mouth dipped into a frown, and his gesture gets more demanding. “Come here.”
Stepping closer, closer, closer, finally you get within range. You realize he wants your hand the moment he loses patience with you, watching as he rolls his eyes and reaches out to encircle your wrist with strong fingers. They eclipse the bones there easily, tugging as he turns, pulling you out of the living room.
“Don—” you start to protest, but he stops you with a breath.
“Stubborn,” he accuses, though there’s no heat to the word. The scoff is thick on the back of your tongue—Donnie of all people calling you stubborn—but you don’t let it out, knowing it’ll be too-loud in the pitch night.
He pulls you into his room, the very room that had been such a sweet siren song to you earlier. He pulls you towards his bed. He pulls you in behind him when he settles in. He pulls you beneath his blanket. He pulls, pulls, pulls, until your chest is flush to his plastron and his arm is around your waist and his breath is in your face and your heart is in your throat.
It’s late. You’re not going to be able to sleep.
“…Go to sleep,” he says after a few seconds, doubtless able to feel the way your pulse is like a hummingbird against his skin.
“Sorry,” you say in lieu of—anything else. You don’t dare try to say another word, unsure of what exactly would tumble out instead. Perhaps a sweet poem about the texture of his skin against yours. Maybe a lament that he feels the need to tuck his thigh between yours so so so close to where you wake in a pool of sweat dreaming of his touch. Or possibly a whispered confession that tastes like lightning and blood and sugar all at the same time; that you want this but not this, you want this but more.
Gently, a forehead bonks against yours. Dark eyes open and meet yours, centimeters away. He studies you, and you watch the gears turn. More slowly than usual, lethargic even, because of his slumber.
“You’re thinking too much,” he murmurs. Dumbly, you nod. “Need to talk about it?”
“…Yeah,” you admit, then, “…but I won’t.”
He doesn’t like that. A frown mars his beautiful, beautiful face.
“Why?”
You swallow the incredulous laugh, the kaleidoscope of responses. They’re all irrelevant, impossible to share, save for one. “You should sleep.”
Donnie’s hand tightens, fingers curling in his—your—shirt in the small of your back. “So should you.”
“Yeah.”
“…”
“…”
“…I don’t understand.” The confession, rare, makes you sigh.
“…I don’t either,” you tell him. And you don’t. Why did you have to feel this way for him? Why couldn’t it be someone easier that stole your heart? Why does it have to be the one person you can’t stand to lose? Why does he have to be so comfortable touching you like this and making it hurt even worse? Why can’t you stop feeling this way?
Why can’t you sleep? Why can’t you sleep?
His fingers unfurl from your shirt. His hand dips beneath the hem, finding the skin of your back. Slow shivers spread like little earthquakes as he strokes along your spine, tectonic caresses that ripple and destroy. It's familiar enough a touch that you don't stop him; unfamiliar enough that it rends you inside out.
Donnie leans in. Ghosts his lips along your jaw. It’s not a kiss; you’re just friends, after all. But it’s a sweet caress that feels good, all the way to where he lingers at your ear, whispering there, quivering at the touch that's too close to something else to be fair. “Close your eyes.”
You have one rule: listen to Donatello. So you do; you close your eyes, let his nails drag down your back, let his mouth press warm into your pulse, let his chest rumble with churrs that fill the night air with something akin to a lullaby. His legs curl around yours, mixing, confusing, making the separation of you disappear.
It’s… maddening. You hate this. You love him. You love him so much. You hate that he can do this so easily.
“Shhh,” comes the gentle coo against your skin, like he can tell you’re pulling away from his intent. You obey that, too. Donnie says to be quiet, so you quiet. Thoughts, movements, words; all of them fall away at his beckoning. “Just like that. Good.”
Good, you think, feeling a little fuzzy. It feels good to be good for him. God. You’d be so good for him—but no. None of that, now. Not when you can pretend that these little presses of his lips are kisses. That the thickness of his thigh pressed to your shorts means something. That his hand scratching lines in your skin is something meant to claim as much as it is to calm.
“Making me work for it tonight,” you hear him mumble, half-conscious of the words, not sure if they’re real or part of a dream he’s built for you. “Good job, sweetheart. Just like that.”
More brushes of his mouth. A slow glide of tongue. A lovely dream, you think, finally letting your muscles go slack. A dream of a Donatello who would hold you like this, talk to you like this. A Donatello who is more than just your best friend.
It’s late. Finally, warm and held and pulled into a sweet dream, finally, you sleep.
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Nanaue sex on the beach in the moonlightttttt I feel like he absolutely loves the idea of having y/c in the water but that’s not always comfortable so sex on the beach would be miiiint. Y/c just eeeeeasing down on him, taking both and pacing yourself. -🐇
Moonlight
KTJL!King Shark x GN!Reader, word count: 530
obsessed with this gentle giant by the way if anyone cares, i main him, i want to marry him also 🦈
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: reader has no specific pronouns but does have a vagina, double penetration
Nanaue's skin seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, the markings on his skin, tattoos and scars, giving depth to the glow he gave off. You let your fingers trail over the intricate designs on his forearms, following the natural curves of his body to his chest where you let your hands rest.
Only minutes ago you had both been just metres away in the ocean. Cold, but peaceful waves lapping at your naked bodies. Nanaue's hands skimming over your sides and your back as he held you close, keeping you safe. When you had begun to shiver, your skin covered in gooseflesh, he had lifted you into his arms and laid you down on the blanket on the sand, making himself comfortable beside you.
Once you had warmed up, you had rolled over onto him, straddling his waist, wearing only an unzipped hoodie to give you a bit of extra warmth against the cool night breeze. Each place that his hands rested on you stayed warm long after. Your thighs, your waist, your cheeks. And the heat of your arousal kept your core body temperature up.
The romantic foreplay, feeling the passion oozing from Nanaue when you were in the water together, had you waiting on the next move with baited breath, and you looked down at him, his teeth, some sharp, some broken, glinting in the white light as he smiled back. You could feel him, stiff, thick, his cocks hard against your rear. Sliding down his body, you felt them graze over your entrance, a shiver covering you as you readied yourself for him.
As long as you did it slowly, and as long as you stayed relaxed, you were able to let him slide into your entrances with ease. The largest of his cocks was almost a perfect fit within your cunt, stretching your walls and making you feel entirely full. With his hand at the base of his other length, he helped slowly angle it within your ass, his teeth shining as he grinned wide, pleasure enveloping his soul as your body enveloped his cocks.
You lifted yourself up and down on him, riding him at a comfortable pace that offered you both the strokes necessary for limited bruising and maximum pleasure. Still, the desire to go harder, faster, built in you. A need to be reckless, to fuck him, to give him what he deserved. Each time you felt your hips rolling forward, your body slamming down against his abdomen a little harder, his hands found you, instructional and controlling, keeping you safe even from himself.
This was enough for him. It was more than enough. Having someone willing to push themselves, the capacity to care for him, to find him attractive enough to slowly, but surely, learn how to bring him to orgasm, that was more than he had thought possible from a human at least.
And the way you looked in the moonlight, the way you felt. He had to keep himself from engaging in the surface social faux pas of revealing his emotions, and how he really felt about you. He could slowly, but surely, learn how to do that in the appropriate way, too.
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Dating king shark hc? Please help I’m obsessed with this boi.... (my autism has decided I love him, not that surprising since I like venom too but honestly prefer scream, I feel like you’d like scream too .)
*Yes, I would be happy to write these and I based these off of Suicide Squad KS!
- Nanaue is a sweetheart but a sweetheart that you have to be cautious with because, well, he's got a tendency of kinda hurting (or eating) people that he loves by accident.
- But he tries really hard not to eat you because he does genuinely love you and doesn't ever want to hurt you, so just try not to bleed when you two go swimming or he'll pretty much try to be very cautious in how he approaches you and is slightly protective of you.
- Honestly it's like Venom where you have to tell him not to eat people or things that he's not supposed to. Like, if you have a pet, chances are that he's tried to eat it but you were there like: "NO! Nanaue, do not eat (p/n)!" and then he slowly puts it down but gets sad because he thought he made you upset.
- Just cuddle him and explain to him why he's not allowed to do that and he promises that he'll try better next time.
- Literally would love if you guys go swimming together, you can trust him to keep you safe and if you want to venture to deeper waters, he'll have you climb on his back and hang onto his fin (but be careful not to hold it too hard) then swim out into the water with you.
- He could summon his "cousins" (normal and regular sharks) if you're interested in sharks but he is still very protective of you and just has you stay on his back.
- Is amazed at the size differences between you both and really enjoys comparing. He likes seeing your tiny hand in his own and just tilts his head and smiles softly as he sees how small it is.
- You can info dump around him and he'd honestly love it. He's a very good listener and absorbs everything from your words to the excited way you talk about things. He likes seeing you be passionate about things and does try to remember all the things you talk about.
- The idea of you teaching him how to read or reading to your giant shark boyfriend is honestly adorable because you're sitting on the couch and he's sitting on the floor (because he's kinda too heavy to sit on your couch but that's fine), his knees to his chest and his head on your thigh trying listening and piecing together the words that you're reading to him.
- Honestly expect fun moments where he likes to read with you so he picks out random books from your bookshelf and hands them to you and politely asks if you could read to him.
- There are times where he'll pick out a book like 50 Shades of Gray and you just blush but laugh and tell him he might not be ready for that book.
- Honest to God water puppy, if you have a job to go to or you've got to leave somewhere at any point in the day, he gets sad and misses you already. He swims around the area of your home and, if he misses you really badly, swims around the area were your workplace is in hopes to catch a glimpse of you, causing lots of shark sightings near where you work and you just sigh because your know it's Nanaue.
- There will be a few bite marks here and there during make-out sessions but he tries not to bite on you too hard but yeah, huge bite marks that concern your family and your friends.
- He is a sweetie and really does do his best to restrain his instincts for you because he's been so lonely for a long time, wishing for a friend, and instead got an amazing lover like you. Either way, he really doesn't want to hurt you and would never forgive himself if he did.
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the mortician and the shark
♥ summary: you have a wild boyfriend, and you got to do quite the work to make sure he gets to eat
♥ relationships: nanaue/king shark x deaf gender neutral reader
♥ word count: 400
♥ warnings: dead bodies, monster loving
You have gained a lot of arm strength since you've started chucking bodies around. The hot air of Hawai'i made the work so much harder than it would have been. Plus, with all of this extra heat, sometimes the food would start to smell. You've invested in fish tanks to store the body parts, filling them up with water to soak, hoping it does something for the process. But who cares when you're fortunate enough to have a boyfriend who comes home every night to eat?
Adjustments were made so that he could fit through the doorways. With all the money the both of you were pulling in, plus help from the government (a personalized gift to you, actually, for even taking care of the man-thing), you were able to afford a high-ceiling with the property. Plus, to his enjoyment, there was one legitimate fish tank that was taller than you - filled with much native fish. He's the one that likes to take care of it.
You wave to him when he comes through the door. His eyes get drawn immediately to the food you have out for him, and he gnaws on it before you could even walk into the living room. The sun is set a little lower than it typically is whenever he comes home. You wonder what business they have for him now that he's free. Whatever it is, they keep you out of it.
That just means that you get to deal with him at home. He hardly fusses when you're around him. Unless you turn your back to him when you're sleeping. He'll wake you up, grabbing you roughly and bringing you close to him. In the mornings, when you sign good morning, his large hands mimic the words. His signing is very cute: like a baby attempting to learn the language.
While he eats, you find comfort in wrapping your arms around his bicep and laying against him. It's good that he doesn't mind the smell of heated remains. You have definitely gotten used to it, being so deep into your profession.
He likes to chew on the bones. You have a bin where he tosses the leftovers in which you take over to your work every morning and fling in the incinerator - mixing it in with whatever client was scheduled for the day.
Sometimes you stay up late in the night waiting for him to come home. So late that when you lean on him while he chews, you end up falling asleep. He won't know what to do - he never does. He will sit in that position for hours if it meant not disturbing you. But once you two go horizontal, it's a matter of seconds before he's moving your sleeping body around to the position he so pleases.
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