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oleander-nin · 8 months

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Horrortober Day 5- Liar(Yandere Rise Leo x Reader)

A/N, not important: Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Demonized self imagery, mirrors, kidnapping, mental breakdown, manipulation, lying, borderline isolation

Words: 1312

Summary: Leo promised he would take care of you. He said it wasn't safe anymore, and you believed him. Hook, line, and sinker.

The room is quiet. It always was once Leo was gone. The comic books he’d brought for this week were piled high in the corner, each having already been read. You shift in the bed, considering reading them all again. It had taken two days last time, but you weren’t sure you could. The words and colors blend together after so long, each character seeming the same as the last.

It also didn’t help with how jealous you were of them, seeing their adventures and travels making your stomach coil in knots. It had been eight months since the Kraang invasion, three months since Leo insisted the world was still rebuilding, still too dangerous for you to return. You shift the sheets over your body more, covering your entire person despite not being cold. The blanket was better than nothing while Leo was gone, his touch being the only interaction you’ve had since. Even his brothers had stayed away from you, leaving the room when you entered until you stopped leaving yourself. You could sometimes hear their whispers outside the subway car, muffled concerns and arguments being held just beyond your reach.

You were getting tired of Leo’s voice being the only one in your head. He had taken over your thoughts, your vision, your mind. He was all you thought of day in, day out. He was all you had.

Three months ago you would’ve gone on a walk in the park on a day like this. A day like this, where you feel so gloomy and down you can barely breathe. The outside may be bitter, but it was nice to hear the life around you and see the clouds in the sky. Was it raining? Snowing? Sunny? You weren’t sure. Leo didn’t talk about such things with you anymore. After all, it’s not like you would know.

The feeling of the sun on your skin and the smell of fresh rain had been forgotten, only small wisps of memory remained. You sometimes didn’t believe yourself when you tried to imagine it. Maybe the rain never smelled, and the sun never truly warmed your skin like you imagined. For all you knew, they were only dreams.

You missed going out with your friends or joining the boys down at Heuso’s. It was nicer then, simpler. Everything has its place, including you. You fit neatly into the slot of Leo’s best friend, and eventually his partner. It was a nice world to be in, nicer than the room you stayed in now.

You used to clean it everytime Leo left, trying to tidy up the space so Leo would have something nice to come back to. You still do sometimes, when you can get out of bed. It never was the same though. The metal walls never showed your reflection, and there was always a small damp smell in the air. You suspected there was a leak somewhere, or one of you had spilled something that had embedded itself into the train’s memory, but you weren’t sure. You could probably find it if you looked hard enough, but that was a job for another day. Or another week. Another month even. Just not today.

The airflow from the vent causes a slight ruffle from a blanket behind you, your dulled eyes peering over your shoulder. The blanket sways in the flow, a small flapping from the edges that reminds you of a bird. Or, well, you think it reminds you of a bird. You never could tell anymore.

You slowly peel the blankets off yourself, letting your feet press against the cold floor. A chill runs up your spine as you slowly stand, goosebumps appearing on the flesh of your arms and legs. You slowly creep towards the bird-like blanket, your fingers securing themselves around the soft material. It was a nice blanket, smooth under your fingers and cool to the touch. It was no wonder for its unusual coldness, as the vent was directly above it, a constant stream of air exhaled by the system.

You pull gently on the blanket, unsure what it covers. You were confident you once knew. Leo never messed with anything in the room, not unless he had you nodding along. It was nice, the way he let you do as you pleased despite it being his room. He was so kind to you, keeping you safe and warm and comfortable.

The blanket falls, revealing the liquidy glass of a mirror. You stare into it for a moment, your brain processing what it does but not who you were looking at. That couldn’t be you. Your face was deeply set, as if it had sunken in. Your skin looked sickly and had a soft sheen over the surface, like you had been preserved in wax. Your hands automatically reach to scratch at the surface, disappointment shining in your eyes when it stays put. Your gaze continues to lower, horror and despair flooding your veins.

You had lost at least ten pounds, and looked like a complete mess. Your hair is brittle and no matter how much you quickly try to run your hands through it, it stays firmly knotted. Your face is creased and your clothes sag on you, even though you can clearly remember this exact pair being decently well fitted. You couldn’t take your eyes off the creases in your face, the bags under your eyes seeming deep enough to swim in.

A stark sob leaves you, the image breaking everything you had known. It was no wonder you had it covered. The thing it showed, the monster it held, it certainly wasn’t you. It couldn’t be. Right?

A loud crash sounds through the room and your fist stings as the blood drips down your arm. The mirror is shattered, but instead of taking the monster away, it only amplifies it. Millions of small images of the horror that was once you. Small cries turn into wails as you crumple to your knees. A door opens behind you, worried calls and shouts sounding just a few feet away, but you can’t hear them through your cries. The world had broken, and so had you.

Leo’s arms wrap around your shoulders, holding you gently as he starts to attempt at calming you down. Your body acts on reflex, clinging to the one thing you knew, the one solid in your sinking life.

“Please,” You sob, clinging onto him. Your hands can barely grip his shoulders, fingers slipping as you lean against him. You didn’t want to die, the image of yourself blowing away like dust in the wind. You were sure this meant the worst, that whatever infected the city Leo spoke so down on had gotten to you too. “Please, just let me go outside. Just once. I’m dying. Please. Can’t you see I’m dying?”

“You’re not dying honey,” He murmurs, kissing the crown of your head. His chin rests on your head as he pulls you into his lap, rocking you back and forth in his arms. “And you know I can’t do that. The invasion caused a lot of damage to the city. Once it’s repaired, I swear I’ll let you out. I don’t want you hurt, so you just gotta wait. It’s okay. I promise, it’ll be soon. I’ll take you out on a nice picnic and show you the stars. You just have to be patient.”

You nod, still crying as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. Leo smiles above you, his eyes twinkling with a malicious deviation. You bought it again, you always did. There was never an ounce of mistrust between the two of you. He sighs, sitting back as he continues to comfort you. You were too gullible, not to your own fault of course. Leo was always such a wonderful liar.

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fishsticksloser · 1 year

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Donnie SFW HCs

Warnings: opinions, fluff

A/N: Why is this kind of sad...? I thought about doing a tournament for my best fic (not including headcannons). I think it'd be funny, but I don't know yet... :/

Raph | Leo | Mikey

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Sometimes it doesn't seem like he's very affectionate.

But he just shows it in a way that isn't as noticeable as the others.

Donnie builds you things and will fix the things in your house. He loves building things for you.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands... or his eyebrows... Donnie is a very hands on person, constantly working. But also absolutely loves his eyebrows even if they're fake.

He's not sure, he hasn't thought about it much. If he was asked he would probably say your eyes or nose. He thinks your eyes are beautiful, but he also likes when you wrinkle your nose.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

At first, he's not a big cuddler, but as time goes on he leans into it.

He's a bigger fan of being cuddled. Laying his head on your stomach, but he loves being the big spoon.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He's iffy on settling down. He's not sure if he really deserves it.

Donnie is a decent cook, though he prefers baking. Because it has more to due with science...

He's good at cleaning. His room is decently clean, his desk is a little messy much like his lab. But everything has its place.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He's blunt. He knows that he doesn't have to sugar coat anything. As much as he doesn't want to hurt your feelings, he doesn't really know how to go about it without hurting you.

Donnie would immediately leave after dropping the news with a short explanation. He really doesn't know what to do if you get upset.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Once again... He's iffy.

Donnie wants to be with you, he really enjoys having you around, but he's not sure if marriage is what he wants.

He understands why his brothers did/want to get married, he understands the appeal. But he's not sure if it's for him. Does he really deserve it?

He'd outright ask if marriage is something you would want in the future. He'd then make plans from there.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically he's pretty gentle, generally. He can be rough if he's working on something, but overall he's gentle.

Emotionally he's pretty blunt. Emotions aren't his forte, he doesn't know how to deal with them. He tries his best though.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Donnie thinks hugs are okay.

He doesn't go looking for them, he sometimes doesn't want them when his brothers do drag him into one.

But he's not that upset by it if it does happen.

His hugs start off pretty stiff, but after a while they become comforting.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes Donnie a long time to say it or even to acknowledge that he did in fact love you.

Possibly close to a year or more.

He feels like this isn't something to be said whenever, so he wants to know if love is actually what he's feeling before saying it.

After he says it, it's rare that you'll hear it again. Mostly when he thinks you need to hear it or when he's unbelievably happy.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Donnie gets jealous very easily, but with that comes a lot of insecurity and anxiety too.

He's used to being sidelined so he feels anxious if someone is giving you attention.

Though, he keeps his face neutral and will stand next to or behind you. He's pretty intimidating, so it scares off whoever is talking to you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

This is something else he feels isn't something that should be done at random, though sometimes he does randomly kiss you. Normally he kisses you when he's happy or during romantic dates.

Donnie prefers chaste kisses, but if he has the time or you guys are alone he'll kiss you more passionately.

He prefers kissing your lips and cheek. He likes when you kiss his plastron or temple. Just something quick when you're passing.

He likes knowing that you think about him.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's not bad around kids, but not great around them either.

Actual live children anyways. Shelldon, best dad ever.

He's thought about having kids, other than his robot kids anyways. He thinks it's something he'd be up for, but is terrified of it at the same time.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

If he actually goes to bed: he gets up at a decent time. 6-9am. He likes to stay in bed longer if you're in bed. Talking about projects and cuddling.

If he doesn't go to bed: he leaves his lab around the same time. He works, not really paying attention to anything around him.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

If he goes to bed: Donnie has a nighttime routine that helps him wind down, though he still doesn't go to bed until around midnight.

If he isn't going to bed: He leaves his lab before everyone goes to sleep and gets water, coffee, and snacks so he doesn't risk waking anyone up.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Things about missions, he'll tell you as much as you want to know. He'll get detailed if you ask.

Personal things? Other than some of his favorite things, he keeps pretty secret. Not just anyone gets to know that stuff.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Pretty easily if you mess with his tech.

But other than that? It takes a lot.

He has a tendency to explode when it all gets to be too much though. This includes tears, he hates it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He has a little bit of a hard time remembering things.

He'll remember really weird things you've said, but sometimes forgets more important things.

Donnie does record everything, so he'll find it somehow.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time he let you touch his shell.

When he built you armor.

First "I love you."

He has a video he's been making with all of his favorite moments with you.

Maybe he'll play it at your wedding.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He built you armor. So... pretty protective

Donnie would prefer you to stay away from the fight all together, but if you end up in the cross fire, at least you have protection.

He knows you have his back no matter what and that's good enough.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts a lot of effort into everyday tasks, but he somewhat slips up with anniversaries and dates.

It's not something he's good at. Sure, he loves being prepared for anything, but he gets anxious with those things.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He shuts down when you mention his emotions. He does talk about them more after a while, but sometimes he still just shuts down.

He doesn't know when to take a break and it's almost impossible to get him to take one.

Donnie sometimes holds back his stims because he feels embarrassed by them (especially in public).

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He likes dressing up and looking nice, but he also enjoys dressing comfortably and in clothes that are easy to fight in.

As for himself? He always makes sure his eyebrows are perfect.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He wouldn't know what to do, how to feel if he lost you.

Donnie tends to hide away if you're gone and crawls out of his cave when you come back.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

In his lab, when he's working, he likes to play the New Horizons soundtrack. The Wii store music is somewhere in that playlist too.

He does most (if not all) his vocal stims when he's in his lab.

Knows as much or more about FNAF lore as MatPat. Thought about making replicas of the animatronics but remember Albearto.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Don't make fun of his brothers...

Don't call him a robot, a monster, or emotionless. He already feels like he is those things...

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He's a light sleeper. He wakes up to almost every noise and movement, so he soundproofed his room.

He occasionally talks in his sleep. It's absolute nonsense.

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itstorimf · 1 year

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risky, risky, risky - professor!dad!chan x female reader

chapter four: "Can you call me Chan instead?"

word count: 3.8K

warnings: SMUT (oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, name calling (baby and princess), praise?), foul language, age gap, mentions of death, children?

TAGLIST IS OPEN hehe

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*written in Chris' POV*

Once my class had ended, I pulled out my phone and texted Jisung. I think I was just in so much shock from seeing Y/N again that I needed to tell someone! Changbin also felt the need to be a part of the fun.

They both proved to be nearly no help at all, so I sat in my classroom and took a deep breath. I recalled the last time I saw her. It felt so naughty to be thinking about my student that way, but I couldn't help it. It was wrong and yet all I wanted was to see her again. I thought that the note she had written for me was the last time I would ever hear from her again, but the universe seemed to have different plans. I was broken from my trance when I heard someone clear their throat, another student who had come in with questions about my homework policy.

I was in a complete daze in the other two classes that I had that day, completely shaken by my encounter with Y/N. Had I taken it too far after class? Would I lose my job because of our previous encounter? Surely I would be fine, but I couldn't help but worry. After all of my classes had ended for the day, thank God, I grabbed my bag and left, leaving to pick up Leo from his daycare.

"Daddy!" I heard my little boy yell as I made my way up tp the door. He jumped into my arms and threw his arms around my neck. We walked back to the car and I put him into his carseat.

"Were you a good boy today, Leo?" I asked with a smile on my face, buckling him in. Being around my son always put me in a good mood, no matter how shit my day had been.

"Mhmm," he responded with a smile. He was my spitting image, with some of his mother sprinkled in of course, but when he smiled two dimples appeared on his cheeks.

"Well then, I think good boys deserve some sweets! Would you like that, Leo?" Honestly, I think I needed something sweet myself to cheer myself up. Or a reward for actually making it through the day.

"Yes please Daddy!" Leo responded with a giggle. With that we drove to a little cafe on our way home.

*written in Y/N's POV*

The day seemed to go by a lot smoother after Wonnie and I got home.She insisted I watched a movie with her before I got ready for my closing shift at Chill. We finished some cheesy movie about two strangers that meet one day at a coffee shop and fall in love so easily. It honestly left a bad taste in my mouth. Nothing happens that easily, not without consequences at least. My mind wandered and thought about Chris every so often. What would it be like to fall in love with him? Maybe I would let myself if the circumstances weren't as complicated as they were. I had almost forgotten how attractive he was until I saw him again today.I don't know what image was hotter, the laid-back version of Chris that I met at Venom, or the put-together professional Chris that I was in the classroom. I physically shuttered at the idea that I was thinking about my professor this way, but I couldn't help it. He was hot, as fuck!

"You okay over there?" Wonyoung asked as she saw me shiver. Had she seen me zoning out this entire time?

"Yeah. I think I'm gonna shower before work," I announced as I threw the blanket off of me and got up from the couch. Wonnie said nothing else, just side-eyed me as I walked to the bathroom.

I got ready, putting on my uniform and throwing my hair into a high ponytail. I blew Wonnie a kiss before leaving the apartment and walked to Chill. I enjoyed walking to work most of the time, but today my mind couldn't seem to sit still. The walk, that's only usually 10 minutes, seemed so much longer today. How would I face him for the rest of the year without wanting to tear his clothes off? I pushed all of my thoughts aside as I walked into the cafe.

Work was annoyingly slow today, only a couple of students coming in here and there to study, but not nearly enough people came in to keep my attention. As I was sitting behind the register, I started doodling on a napkin that was just sitting there. I was interrupted when I heard the sound of the bell on the door, announcing that someone was here. I looked up from the napkin and there he was, YET AGAIN. Only this time, he had a little human attached to his side. My eyes widened in realization.

"H-hi wh-what can I g-get you both today?" I stuttered. Sure, my confidence had gone up over the Summer, but my past hook up slash current college professor walked into my place of work holding hands with a child. I tried to recall the night we met, and I don't think I remembered seeing a ring on his finger, but the child attached him wasn't comforting. He looked equally as uncomfortable with the fact that we were face to face for the second time today.

"Um.. just two small strawberry smoothies please?" He asked not breaking eye contact with me.

"I have waffle too please, Daddy?" the little one now in his arms asked. He looked just like Chris, just a smaller version. The child even had his dimples. Clearly his child by the whole 'Daddy' thing. He was pointing at the waffle in the pastry case next to the register.

"Sure. One waffle too, but plain please," he said putting his son down to reach for his wallet.

"You got it, but don't worry about paying, Mr. Bang," I said. I had already voided the order seeing as I was going to have to make it myself.

"Chris. Please. The whole Mr. Bang thing feels a little weird coming from you," he said with a smile, an uncomfortable smile, but a smile nonetheless. We were just two people. No classroom, no weird power dynamics, no alcohol in our systems and heavy bass influencing our decisions. Just two normal people again, meeting in a coffee shop. How cliche.

"Well, Chris, consider it an apology for my attitude earlier," I handed him a number and he walked over to a table near the corner, pulling the seat closer so he could sit next to the kid. I made their order pretty quickly seeing as there wasn't anyone after them in line and walked it over to their table.

"Uh thank you. Y/N this is my son, Leo. Can you say hi to Y/N, bud?" he said as I placed down their drinks and food.

"Hi Y/N!" Leo greeted, not really paying attention. Instead he was going to town on that waffle.

"Sorry. Waffles are kinda his thing right now," he said as he patted his son's head gently.

"No that's okay. Hi Leo!" I responded. "Enjoy. I have some cleaning that I need to do anyway," I stated as I started to walk away.

"Is your break soon?" he asked, and honestly, I was taken a bit back.

"It can be I guess. There really isn't anyone in here except for me. I can sit for a bit until someone comes in," I responded. Sitting here with Chris and Leo sounded a lot more exciting than wiping down the counter for the millionth time. He pulled up another chair and I sat across from him next to Leo. I learned that Leo had just turned three and that they both moved into the city a little over a year ago. "So what brought you here then?" I asked him.

"Well, mainly the job, but Leo's mum passed away a little before that, so it felt like a good opportunity to start over, I guess?" he responded. There wasn't a hint of discomfort in his tone, so I guessed that this was something he was comfortable talking about. I still felt super guilty for prompting him to tell me about his dead wife.

"I'm sorry, Chris. I had no idea," I immediately apologized.

"No, seriously its okay. It's gotten a lot easier since we moved here," he said with a smile, patting Leo's head gently again. "We should probably get going soon. I didn't see any other cars outside. Did you take an Uber here?" he asked me.

"Oh! Uh no I usually walk home after work," I responded already starting to clear the table we were sitting at.

"Y/N! Its already dark outside! I'll be back when you close," Chris responded.

"Chris, I live down the block its really not a-" I was cut off by his insisting.

"I will be back when you close," he said again, giving me a look that literally made my knees go weak. "It would truly be a shame not to see you in class on Thursday because you got kidnapped by some creep," he continued with a smile. This felt like a line that shouldn't be crossed. Given the history we already had, getting into a car with him alone felt like a trap, but I couldn't say no. I don't think he would've even let me if I tried.

"What about Leo?" He'll more than likely be asleep by then, which mean that Chris would have to take Leo with him or find a sitter for an hour.

"Don't worry about it. You're not walking home, Y/N," he finished as he was walking out of the door, a sleepy Leo in his arms.

The rest of my shift was severely uneventful. Only a few more customers coming in for some post dinner sweets. I closed up shop like usual and looked outside to see a black car parked in the row closest to the door. Out walked Chris, dressed in a hoodie, black gym shorts, and a beanie covering his hair. I thought to myself, 'so this is what casual Christopher is like?' and honestly he looked just as good as he did this morning. He leaned against the hood of his car and waited for me to walk out. I looked around to make sure I didn't miss anything, locked the front door, and walked towards him.

"Miss Y/LN," he announced as he opened the passenger side car door for me.

"Thank you for offering me a ride home, Chris," I said as I buckled my seat belt.

"Listen, I know I told you to call me Chris, but can you call me Chan instead? Chris still seems a little too professional," he said looking over at me. The source of light being the lamp post in the parking lot. It highlighted his features in the most disgustingly beautiful way, like a scene from a movie.

"Okay, Chan. Well, thank you for taking me home," I thanked again. He started his car and started driving. I gave him directions to the apartment and we were there in a matter of minutes. "See, I told you this was completely unnecessary," I said giving him a smile. We locked eyes, and for a moment it felt like the night we met. Yet again, just two regular people, sitting in a car under the dim light of the street lights outside. His eyes flickered to my lips and I mimicked his action. We inched closer to each other, leaning over the center console. I closed my eyes and felt his lips brush against mine. He wasn't initiating anything, almost as if he was asking me for permission to kiss me. I took control and kissed him first. He immediately reciprocated the gesture and kissed me back. It was delicate at first, almost like he was afraid I'd disappear if he kissed me too hard, but I wanted so much more. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer, and he lifted me from the passenger seat and onto his lap. He swiped his tongue along my lips, begging for the kiss to deepen. It went from being an innocent kiss goodnight, to a full on heated make out session in a matter of seconds. "Do you want to come inside?" I asked boldly. I didn't want this to end here. "My roommate is staying at her boyfriend's place tonight," I offered. He nodded and we rushed inside.

*smut starts now, so if you're uncomfy with that, stop here and continue reading when you see bold text again. all you gotta know is that they had sex lol*

I practically slammed the front door shut and walked over to my room, Chan following close behind me. When we got into my room, I turned around and was greeted my Chan's lustful gaze. "Jump," he demanded and I did just that. He pinned me against the wall still carrying me, kissing me with an intensity that put my stomach in knots. He turned around and set me on the edge of my bed. Chan swiftly took his shirt off and I followed suit. I admired his toned abs for a moment before he grabbed the top hem of my pants pulling them down. He kneeled down and spread my legs apart looking and my clothed center. I could literally feel myself pulsing wanting to feel him inside of me. He pushed my panties to the side and stuck his finger inside of me and curled them upward, slowly pumping his digits against just the right spot. "Channie, more please," I said in between moans.

"Channie huh? Well, since you said please," before I could say anything else, he pulled my panties down and threw them to the other side of the room. He stopped for a second, looking at my aching core, licking his lips in anticipation. He spread my legs further and used his fingers to spread my lips apart. Finally, he attached his mouth on my clit, switching between sucking and licking the overly sensitive bud. Every so often he would hum, causing my stomach to twist harder and harder.

"Fuck I'm so fucking close Chan," I moaned as I arched my back, unable to keep myself still from the pure euphoria my body was feeling.

"Cum on my face baby," he urged. Unable to hold back, I felt myself let go, cumming onto Chan's mouth.

He got up from the the edge of my bed and met my lips in a needy kiss. I could taste my own arousal on his mouth and blushed slightly in embarrassment. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, throwing it to wherever he threw my underwear. I covered myself with my hands.

"C'mon baby. It's nothing I haven't already seen," he said with a smirk, pinning my arms to the sides of my head. He took his time kissing my neck and my eyes rolled back in pleasure. I craved the feeling of his dick inside of me. As if he read my mind, he got up for a second to unbutton his black jeans, his boxers following after. Chan's cock, already swelling and hard, sprang up and hit his abdomen. My mouth was practically watering, forgetting how big he was. The first night we fucked, I had told him I was on the pill and that we didn't need to worry about a condom. Remembering that, he lined himself up with my center and rubbed the tip of his cock against it.

"Ugh God, will you please just fuck me already?" I practically yelled. I was so desperate for release, again.

"As you wish, princess," he slowly filled me up, and my walls already clenched around him. Everything felt so familiar, the feeling of his throbbing cock pumping in and out of my cunt, his scent, the feeling of his hands on my body, grabbing and squeezing my curves. "God, you feel so fucking good," he moaned throwing his head back in pleasure. He kept a good pace, not too fast, but oh lord was he fucking me hard. I was already sensitive from the previous orgasm, that I knew I wasn't gonna last very long. I clenched harder around him, feeling that familiar knot in my stomach beginning to unravel. "Are you already about to cum again baby?" he said playfully and continued, "Let me help you then." Chan reached down and began rubbing quick, tiny circles on my clit. I grabbed onto his forearms, to ground myself as I released all over his cock.

"So go-good Chan," I moaned as I came down from my high. I could tell that he was also about to cum because his thrusts were getting sloppier losing his rhythm. "I want you to cum in my mouth Channie," I told him looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"Fuck! You drive me crazy," he moaned as he pulled out of me. I got down on my knees in front of him and took the tip of his swollen cock into my mouth. Sucking harshly and bobbing my head down his length, I could hear him start to whimper. He grabbed the back of my head, gathering my hair into a ponytail. He thrusted into my mouth, causing me to gag a little. "Baby, I'm gonna cum," he announced as he thrusted one last time. I felt the warm liquid hit my tongue and I made sure to swallow every last drop. "You are fucking amazing, Y/N. You know that?" he said as I released his cock from my lips.

"Eh," I shrugged, "I try", I said with a smile.

*welcome back! smut over!*

"I really don't want to be that person who fucks and then leaves, but I kinda have to leave," he said letting the words at the end of his sentence become more of a mumble. I was a little sad, but honestly I didn't expect him to spend the night.

"No that's okay. I have class early in the morning anyway," I said still in a 'post-nut' daze. We both got dressed and I walked him to the front door.

"Don't be late on to class on Thursday, Miss Y/LN," he said with a smirk.

"I'm sorry, weren't you the late one, Professor Bang," I said hitting him playfully on his chest. He caught my wrist and pulled me in for a kiss. It was short, but still full of passion.

"That's still a little too weird to hear from you. Goodnight Y/N," he said smiling. God, those dimples are so dangerous.

"Goodnight Channie," I responded shutting the door. I walked back to my room, cracking the window in hopes that the smell of sex wouldn't be lingering when Wonyoung returned in the morning. Curling up into my sheets, dozing off in pure bliss.

*****

I decided not to tell Wonnie about my secret meeting with Chris. I know she was my best friend, but I promised her I would keep it professional. It wasn't until that following Thursday that I saw him again. We didn't talk much except for a simple good morning before class. He was sitting at his desk wearing the same coat he wore the class before. Before starting the lecture, he took the coat off, and just barely peeking through the top of his sweater, appeared a purple hickey sized bruise. I looked away, but Wonyoung obviously had noticed it too.

"Holy shit! Mr. Bang has a fucking hickey," she whisper-screamed at me. I looked up at her, unable to hide my blushing and discomfort. "Shut the fuck up! You didn't," she said.

"I- don't know what you're talking about," I said trying to deny everything.

"Y/N tell me right now that you and Mr. Bang didn't fuck again," she said in the same tone.

"I'm sorry. Ladies, am I interrupting something?" we looked up and the classes attention was on us. Chris was looking directly at me, and I looked at Wonyoung who was stunned, probably more because of the news she just received rather than us getting in trouble.

"Uh no sir. Just going over something on the syllabus," I said trying to give Chris a 'seriously dude?' kinda look. He caught the hint and continued on with his lecture. I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket.

I can safely say that it wasn't a one night thing. It never happened at school, but sometimes he would come over to mine or I would go over to his. It wasn't until the first night he invited me over that I found out that the first time we sex, it wasn't in his apartment.

We were laying in bed together after maybe the second or third round. My head was on his bare chest as he drew little circles on my back. "So how did we end up at your friends' place?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Well, you see, Leo was here with a babysitter while the three of us were out, and I guess my friends really wanted me to get laid. So they said, 'Hey our apartment is yours,' and I guess I just took them up on their offer," he explained so nonchalantly. "Don't worry! I bought Jisung new sheets the next day!" He said with a laugh. I stayed quiet in shock at how chill the three of them were about the situation.

It was so easy being around Chris. When we were alone, it was completely different. He was so much more playful and easy going. Then, we would basically pretend the other person didn't exist when we were in the same classroom. It was all so complicated. I could feel myself falling for him, I just didn't know how to stop. Maybe I didn't want to stop falling for him. Maybe I liked playing with fire a little too much to let Chris go. Maybe the risk was absolutely worth the reward.

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iheartchv · 1 year

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🌷🌻🌷Turtle of choice x F!Reader🌻🌷🌻

Another entry to the March TMNT all 4 1 challenge hosted by: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 and @post-apocalyptic-daydream

(This piece was actually requested)

🌸Prompt: “Spring has sprung! And like said Spring, I too am sprung!”

Warnings: mating season... need I say more?😂 do not read if you are under 18; this was written by an adult for adults. Everyone depicted is 18+

You are in the turtles' kitchen, cleaning the dishes. You cooked for your turtle beau and his family. It felt nice to make them something instead of ordering pizza all the time. After the meal was finished, you insisted on helping cleaning up. And your boyfriend wanted to help.

However that was just an excuse to get closer to you. Not that he wouldn't not ever help you; he'd never let you do all the work. Since the warm weather had come back to New York, he knew it was that time again. The urge to have you next to him was greater than any other time... as well was another urge.

He walked up behind you and slid his arms around your waist. He placed his chin on your shoulder. "That was delicious, baby. But even though I just ate, I'm still hungry..."

You could hear that teasing tone in his voice. It was the voice that made you shiver with delight, that made your body grow hot and achy. "Oh? Well, what're you hungry for?" you asked back with the same suggestive tone.

"You."

He lightly kissed the side of your neck, moving to the back of your neck, and kissing any exposed skin. He buried his nose in the crook of your shoulder to inhale your scent. His moan was like a purr.

You giggled and reached your hand behind you to hold the back of his head to you. "Spring must be here~" Not that you were complaining. It always felt so good having him kiss you or touch you.

“Spring has sprung! And like said Spring, I too am sprung!”

He pressed himself against your backside. You knew then he wasn't kidding. He was already hard as a rock. You figured thats probably why he moved around in his seat earlier. (He was also giving anyone looks if he thought someone was looking at you the wrong way or even sat close to you at yhe table)

"Well, I shouldn't keep you waiting, then.~"

Last year, he went a little too feral. You forgave him even if you were sore for a while, and it took him a while to actually forgive himself for being so rough with you. He promised to never do that to you again.. unless you wanted him to.

You asked,"Baby, remember last year?"

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking maybe you could do that again."

"Are you sure about that, sweetheart?" His mutant sized hands held your hips. "Because once I start, I'm not stopping." His teeth scraped the nape of your neck, causing you to gasp and shiver.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm prepared this year."

"Oh really?" his brow ridge raised and he smirked a sexy grin. "Let's find out"

He turned you around, lifted you by the back of your thighs, and sat you on the counter. One of his hands stayed there to squeeze your butt cheek and the other running up and down your whole body. His lips captured yours in a heated kiss that then turned into a tango of tongues.

"Mmmmm, (Leo/Raph/Mikey/Donnie)....~" you moaned. Heat started to bubble in your belly and spread like a wildfire. Your hands splayed over his plastron and slid down his torso. You felt his muscled thighs and buttocks and snuck downward to stroke his erection through his pants. That earned you a growl like churr rumbling in his chest from your turtle man. You would never get over how sexy it was to have someone who looks like a turtle but was all male.

"You want it wild? You're getting there...." he said in a dangerously low breathy voice. He switched places with you, standing against the counter and holding the edges while he told you to get on your knees and pull his cock out. You did so, undoing his pants and then letting his throbbing cock spring free from its confines, while looking up at him. Your tongue touched the tip and teased him.

"God you're so friggin gorgeous, you know that?!"

"So are you~"

You licked him up, down, around to get him wet, and then took what you could of him into your mouth (he was already at the back of your throat). Slowly you bobbed your head down and up his hard length, adding a swirl of your tongue around the head and using your hands to pump him every now and then. Your eyes looked up to see his face: his eyes half lidded with pleasure, his mouth open as he was lost in the ecstasy. His chest moved as everything he was feeling took his breath away. Plus hearing his sharp intakes of breath and his moans was making you hot and wet. It turned you on that you were making him feel so good and making him want you.

After sometime he stopped you from making him blow his load. "Pleaseplease stop, stop, stop! You're gonna make me cum!" You let him go with a pop. Heavy breathing was all that filled the room. For an instant you had forgotten that you were in the kitchen, not the bedroom; you both were so lost in the moment that you forgot about your surroundings.

You smirked and gave one last lick to a sensitive spot. The look he gave you was one of pure lust, and you couldn't help but squirm as desire took hold of your body. His voice shook you to your core.

"Bedroom..." What he was wanting to do to you, he was going to need all the room and privacy he can get.

Upon entering his room, he locked it behind him and was stripped in a second. He basically tore at your clothes to get you completely naked. He kissed you again quickly before going down your body, past the apex of your thighs, then back up to stop between your legs. He could smell your arousal, and it made his own arousal soar high. He grabbed your hips and had you against the wall. Your legs draped over his shoulders, and cupping your cheeks he started eating you out.

You gasped at the first jolt as his tongue licked your hidden bud. When he started sucking your clit your hands held his head, keeping him there. "Yes, baby! Yes!!~" you cried out. He then used his skillful tongue to plunge inside you, brushing against your gspot. Your head thrashed as you tried to not drown in this sinful bliss. Strings of profanity escaped your lips.

He could feel you clenching around his tongue, so he knew you were close. He slid one of his digits inside, brushing along your slick sensitive walls. "Cum, baby. I know it feels so good~ Cum for me."

The orgasm that hit you made you cry out in pleasure that anyone could've heard you. But you didn't care at the moment. He drank your juices as it flowed out of you. Your body shook as you came down from your high. Catching your breath you leaned forward, pressing your breasts into his face, trying to calm your beating heart.

"Good girl" he growled against you. His hard on was twitching like crazy. You did this to him, and he loved every minute of bringing you to heights of pleasure.

Soon you found yourself on your knees, @$$ up in the air, and a pillow underneath your head. He towered behind you and whispered hotly in your ear,"You want me as badly as I want you?" he teased.

"Yes~~~" you whimpered in response.

"Good. You're gonna take every inch of me, aren't you?" he teased agsin as the head of his dripping cock rubbed up and down your slit. Once he slid inside, there wasn't no going back; he was going to pound you into the matress, and fill you so full of his seed, you wasn't going to feel like getting out of bed.

"Yes~~~"

"Hang on." he warned.

You gripped the sheets under you and steadied yourself for what was to come next. But even though you prepared yourself, you still felt the painful burn of him stretching you fully. You hummed a moan in your throat as he pushed deeper.

Above you, you heard him groan in pleasure. Your walls pulsated around him. You felt every vein and ridge of his manhood. It was stimulating. You gave him the okay to start moving, and he pulled back before thrusting forward.

"Oohh!~ god~~"

He held your hips and rocked himself hard and fast into you. He let all control go. The speed took your breath away. You knew you were going to be bruised later, bu it felt too good. Your sensitive walls was becoming overstimulated. You would come undone sooner than you expected.

"B-babe! I'm close!"

He didn't stop slamming his pelvis against your backside as he leaned down to your ear. His hot breath fanned over you. Hot chills spread everywhere, causing goosebumps yo form on your skin. "Tell me, who do you belong to? Who makes you feel this good?"

You screamed out his name over and over as your answer. As you came, he bit your shoulder and continued to thrust so deep in you. The sounds that erupted from you would've made anyone blush.

He slowed then came to a halt to give you a moment to gather yourself. He checked in on you, making sure you was okay. You felt like jelly, but you was okay. He was still hard inside you. You mentally prepared yourself again for a round 3 of an orgasm because you knew by the time he was through, you were going to be screwed brainless with drool on the sides of your mouth and cum dripping out of you and down your thighs.

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dandylovesturtles · 1 year

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This is 2AL Propaganda

I bring you propaganda for the @rottmntpeepawpolls advocating for 2 Arms Left Leo by @intotheelliwoods in the form of another fanfic drabble! Please go check out their comic series, it is extremely good. And vote for 2AL Leo in the poll tomorrow!!

(Also Ell I'm sorry if I get f!Leo and p!Donnie's relationship wrong I TRIED

ALSO I PROMISE THIS ISN'T ANGST

also also this is set still somewhat early in his recovery time OK NOTES OVER)

...

"I can feel you lurking."

Leonardo looks up from his phone and locks eyes with Donnie, currently peeking through the crack in the curtain to his train car. He disappears from view and a moment later waltzes his way inside like he hadn't just been hiding.

"I have a question for you," he announces.

Leo sits up and drops his legs over the edge of the bed. "Shoot."

Donnie hesitates. He looks anxious, and Leo tenses in anticipation.

"It's about your timeline."

Leo's heart drops.

He'd known this would come eventually, but he'd been hoping it would be later rather than sooner. Of course they would want to know eventually, though. What happened to them. How things in his time had... ended.

He just isn't prepared for it. He isn't sure if Donnie is prepared for it, either. He's still so young. Should he really be hearing this now? What kind of damage does that cause on a young mind?

His mouth is draw when he says, "What's your question?" He scrambles to prepare answer, some way to put it off, or maybe to soften the blow, or-

"Did you still have the Lair Games in the future?"

-gape at Donnie like a fish because what?

"What?"

"Did you still have the Lair Games in the future?" Donnie repeats, a little louder as though that were the issue here.

"...We were a little busy with the whole alien apocalypse situation."

"Scoff." Donnie waves a hand. "As if a little apocalypse could stop this family from being competitive."

He has him there. Leo can't help but snort in amusement. "You're right. But it was less formal and more like... bragging about how many Krang hounds we could kill."

"Ah, I see... Well, we're lacking in those, so... goodbye."

He turns on his heel to leave.

"Hey, wait wait wait! Why the sudden interest?"

Donnie turns back around. He still looks anxious, but now Leo realizes it's more embarrassed than upset like he initially thought.

"Well, as you know, I am the current champion of the Lair Games."

"Heh, as if you'd let me forget."

"And I'm very eager to defend my title! And especially after his-slash-your nefarious tricks last time, I'm ready to grind Nardo to dust." He rubs his palms together with an unhinged glee, and Leo winces internally. Yikes. "But..." and there he stops, "Leo seems... reluctant to participate. We did not design the events with... one of us missing a limb in mind."

Ah, right. Hard to do a Handstand Hillbomb with only one arm. Even if they put things off until Leo's port and prosthetic were ready, he probably still wouldn't be experienced enough with it to do anything too taxing.

Leo could already imagine his younger counterpart had waved it off with a smile and a, "You guys have fun," and, "I'll be cheering for you." He would swing by his room later to check on him; for now he had another kid to deal with.

"So that's why you came to me?"

"I was hoping you might have some ideas for alternative events."

"Hmmm... I might be able to think of some." He grins. "On one condition."

Donnie looks wary. "What?"

"I get to play, too."

"What, so you can twist both my ankles this time!?" Donnie shakes his head. "Oh no. One of you is enough."

"Come on! It'll be fun."

"Doubt! And besides, the bylaws state that we can't add anyone to the competition."

"Ah-ah." He waves a finger. "The bylaws state that the competition is between Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello, and..." He trails off, putting a hand on his plastron with a smirk.

Donnie's eyebrows are furrowed so hard they're at risk of smudging. "...You have out loopholed me, sir."

"Don't worry, I'll give you guys-"

"Do not."

"-a handicap."

"Groan! Why didn't I send Mikey to do this instead?"

"'Cause you love me." Leo gets up from the bed, walks over and catches Donnie in an affectionate headlock before he can flee. "Alright. Let's get brainstorming!"

#dandy fanfiction #2 arms left #2al propaganda #rise donatello #rise leonardo #future leonardo #lair games my beloved #not enough lair games shenanigans in rise fics #not that this is really that but anyway #VOTE FOR 2AL THE MOST WHOLESOME PEEPAW #I straight up did not proofread this so sorry if there are mistakes

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lykaios2 · 10 months

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Nervous about asking for the first time-

But, anyways, hi! I hope you're doing great! Could you write a Donnie x reader where... hold on stay with me here, when y/n and Donnie were younger, y/n would rub/massage Donnie's shell if he needed a break, or to help him sleep. Now, in the future, f!Donnie is running on max 5 hours of sleep, and refuses to. So.... Y/n comes to the rescue and does something they haven't done in years X3

I hope this makes sense and doesn't sound stupid

nuh uh it doesn't sound stupid

in fact, I like this idea (or any idea regarding Donnie’s soft shell)

anyway hope you enjoy! ❤️

Just Like Old Times

donnie x reader/f!donnie x reader

tw: nothing

It was another long night in Donnie’s lab. As per usual, Donnie, was working long and hard on another project. A hardware improvement to Shelldon was what he said. He promised it wouldn't take long, but he promised that every time. So when you woke up in the middle of the night and he was still working on it, you weren't surprised.

It was the norm by now. Every once in a while, you would come over to the lair, hang out for a while, and then stay the night. Donnie always had an extra bed for you to sleep on in his lab, so you could be close to him while you slept. He would lay with you until you would fall asleep, then he'd go back to working on whatever project until ungodly hours of the night.

"Donnie...you really gotta get some sleep sometime."

"Ah, but must I? It seems unnecessary when I could be much more productive. No one to bother me, complete silence...perfect working conditions."

"Listen, I have nothing against pulling an all nighter if need be. And although you may not feel it, your lack of sleep has certainly been affecting you."

After a bit more banter about his concerning sleep schedule, you finally convinced him to go to bed for the night. He said he might have trouble falling asleep, because he wasn't tired. He begrudgingly laid down on your chest, and let himself relax for once. As he laid there, he couldn't bring himself to try to fall asleep. His mind was filled with all the things he could be doing, too much work to be done. He thought he'd be up all night. But you knew how to fix that.

As you started to run your fingers softly across his shell, you could immediately feel his whole body loosen. All his muscles relaxed, and he closed his eyes. A minute later, you could hear a soft churring coming from inside his chest. It was one of his favorite feelings ever, the way you slowly caressed his gentle skin. His one and only weakness. Between his churrs, you could hear him mumbling a few words.

"Mmm...yes...ahh...thank you, love."

You chuckled at his attempt to thank you, and continued to run your fingers along his shell. Soon enough, he was fast asleep, cuddled up close to you. His arms wrapped around your torso, and his breathing slow and regular. As he slept, you kissed him good night and closed your eyes to fall asleep yourself. A small smile came to him while he slept, and shortly after you were both fast asleep.

That was the past. Nowadays, there was much more work to do for everyone. With the apocalypse, everyone had a job to do. You and Donnie were still together, thankfully. It wasn't easy, what with the apocalypse and everyone being so busy. Luckily, Leo had found a way for you and Donnie to work together in the same branch of the resistance so you still spent plenty of time together. Leo understood that you were very important to his brother, and he wanted to make sure that Donnie was in a good state of mind to help out.

Unfortunately, it didn't allow for much alone time with just the two of you. There were a few moments every once in a while, but not as much as either of you would have liked. It was just part of life now.

One day, as you were walking around the base to find anyone that needed help, you overheard someone arguing. The voices sounded very familiar...

"Donnie...please listen to me."

"Leo, I'm fine. I've done this before."

"Donnie, you were young. You weren't dealing with a literal apocalypse. You can't afford to do this now. You need your rest."

"It's not that bad, Leo."

"As one of the lead medics in this resistance, I can guarantee you it is that bad."

You stopped listening after that. Had Donnie not been sleeping? Why...? Donnie of all people should know that sleep is important to at least function, let alone fight Kraang. And he didn't even tell you? It was all so confusing...but what could you do?

You racked your brain for something to do to help. He needed to sleep. Anything to even help him rest. You couldn't just sit there and do nothing. Something, anything.

"Okay, um...ah, damn it. I gotta figure something out. Maybe...okay, what relaxes me? Music...not really. Reading? Possibly. Hugs? I do like hugs..."

Then it hit you. Of course, it was so simple. But would it still work? It had been so long since you and Donnie had the time to do that kind of thing. There was only one way to find out.

"Donnie? Do you have a minute? I need your help."

Donnie got up from where we was working, and walked over to you. He looked a little confused, as this was normally around the time you went to bed. He asked what you needed help with, and you lead him to the room you two shared. You sat on the bed in the middle of the room, then patted your lap.

"Come lay down, I want to try something."

Looking even more confused, he hesitantly laid across your lap, stomach down.

"Just sit still for a minute. Don't worry about anything."

As he laid down, you removed his battle shell. He started to turn over to object, but as soon as your fingers touched his shell, he gasped. He immediately laid back down, and his entire body was limp. He tried to speak, to say anything, but the feeling of comfort was so overwhelming that the only noises he could make were churrs and hums of joy. He was too weak to do anything else.

After a few minutes of stroking his shell, you lifted your hand to let him recover. When he finally spoke again, it was in a soft voice.

"Darling...that was..."

"Shh...it's okay. But we need to talk."

He turned to you with an inquisitive look on his face.

"I heard you and Leo arguing the other day. Donnie...are you not getting enough sleep?"

He winced. He didn't want you to know. The apocalypse, everything was a lot to deal with. He didn't want you worrying any more about him then you needed to. He sighed before finally answering.

"Yes...I'm sorry. There's so much work to be done. I thought I could just...pull a few all nighters and get it all done."

You looked at him, disappointed. You began to scold him, repeating back to him all the reasons Leo had given during the argument. As you went on, he slowly withdrew his face into his shell. After you were done, you paused and your expression changed from one of anger to one of concern.

"Donatello. I care about you. We all do. It hurts me to see you not taking care of yourself, especially in a time like this. Promise me you won't do this again."

Donnie was quiet for a minute. He was thinking hard. There was so much work to be done. It could all be done faster if he just skipped a little bit of sleep. But...then he look at you. Was it worth it? Was the pain he caused to you and everyone else worth a little of bit of extra work?

"...I suppose I can do that. But...can I ask one thing?"

You nodded and looked at him waiting for him to ask his question.

"...Can I have more shell rubs?"

You chuckled and agreed to his request. If it would stop him from staying up late, you would do anything.

"Now...come here. You're not leaving tonight, you're falling asleep here."

He snuggled up to you, letting himself relax once again. Through his churrs, he mumbled one more thing before closing his eyes and giving into the slumber.

"Just like...old times."

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j-nope-not-today · 1 year

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Could you do a vampire Leo x F!Reader but in bayverse and with prompts and can you do a lemon for it too

142. “Bite me.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 32. “Do you trust me?” 89. Mating season 58. Turtle bedroom 74. “Just relax.” 5. “MINE.” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” and Turning into a vampire

Could you add this to your Masterlist

Game of Cards

TMNT Leonardo x female!reader

A/n: sorry it took so long to get done. I literally wrote the whole thing and saved it and then Tumblr deleted it and I had to start all over 🙃 but nonetheless I hope you enjoy 😁 Apologies for any errors. This is not proofread.

Contains smut so minors don't read!

I enter the lair. It was a beautiful spring day outside and I couldn't help, but not care about missing it, because I got to spend the day with my favorite man. As I fully enter the space I hear the sound of laughter and I spot all four of the boys sitting at a table in their makeshift dining room as they play a game of cards.

I head over to where their all sat and Leo smiles warmly at me

"Y/n! Good of you to join us" He gestures to the empty spot to the left of him "Come sit down."

I sit next to him and Donnie smiles "We're going to teach you how to play our favorite game!"

I laugh softly and turn to Leo and mutter "You know I'm no good at card games right?"

"Nonsense!" Leo grins wide and tosses an arm around my shoulders. "Don't be down on yourself before you even give it a try!" He leans forward and whispers "if you get lost..I'm your coach." And is swear my heart skips a beat when he then winks at me and finishes with a "and I won't let you lose."

I feel my cheeks heat up and comply and let him teach me the art of whatever card game their playing. In all honesty, my focus was so gone. With Leo's breath on my neck and his voice as he whispered for me what to do next. How could I focus? And then..God..the touches. The soft brush of his fingers as he pointed out a card or took one from my hands to set it down onto the table.

Eventually with his guidance..well more like him playing for me. I win the game. Mikey throws down his cards and huffs out a 'no fair dude!' and Leo laughs

"No fair? Come on big guy your just bad at cards. Maybe some practice would help." He grinned "Y/n is kicking your ass!" Leo laughs and I laugh with him and he turns to me and I laugh at Mikey

"Sorry Mikey...I guess you just suck at cards." Mikey throws down his cards and storms out of the room and Raph and Donnie quickly follow after him.

Leo sets his hand on my thigh and my brain seems to short circuit and I turn to look at him and he whispers as his hand draws up my thigh

"Your not bad at this, think you want to play for keeps?"

"I-what?" He laughs at my dumbfounded reaction and continues

"You heard me, I want a rematch.." He squeezes my thigh once before removing his hand "If you win I'll give you a kiss for being so good." He taunts and a smile grows on my face

"Alright..and what do you get if you win?" He taps his chin in thought "I was thinking maybe you gotta kiss me? Sound fair?" He grins widely.

A devious grin crosses his face and he shuffles the cards placing the deck in the middle of the table before we both take our cards and I move to sit across from him, growing serious. We begin playing and I immediately lose the first round.

We went back and forth both of us gathering wins and losses, both of us trying to outdo each other. I started to get a hang of the game though and I smiled smugly. Until eventually I stacked up more wins then him. On our final round. The tie breaker. I had won and I tossed my cards onto the table

"Ha! Now then where's that kiss you owe me?" Leo looked all but stunned as he sat there and he let out a sigh and spoke

"Well...you got me this time." He leaned forward over the table and kissed me. It was short and sweet.

When he pulled back I could see the fire and passion in his blue eyes and he mumbled

"Good kiss." Before leaning back in and capturing my lips with his in a fiercer kiss. It was unexpected, but a welcome unexpected. The only thing separating us was the table.

Despite the distance. Our bodies were still so close together as we leaned over the table. Leo's hand was tracing small, slow circles on my neck. When we finally broke the kiss he whispered in my ear, his warm breath fanning along the skin there

"We're alone here y/n." His voice was husky and I shivered in response. Goosebumps cascading along my skin.

"Yeah..I know." Leo smiles almost wickedly and moves us so that he is sitting in a nearby chair me, straddling his lap. I move my arms to rest around his shoulders. My hands interlocking behind his head.

"What do you mean you know?" He runs his hands along my sides and I huff

"Just that..I meant I know we're alone. It's pretty obvious."

"And what do you plan on doing with that information?" He hums and places his soft lips on my neck, his tongue poking out to gently lick the skin there and I gasp softly.

"How far are you willing to take this?" He whispers and his voice somehow sounded huskier.

I mumble in response "Do you trust me?"

"I do..." He whispers and kisses me once and pulls back "Why? Do you have something in mind?"

"Maybe, but just relax."

"I'm relaxed." He growls the words out and sets his hands to grip my hips. I had never heard him speak that way. It sounded so..rough? I looked into his eyes and they seemed to hold nothing but pure, raw lust. A sort of unquenchable desire danced in his irises. I took a breath and licked my lips

"Yeah..sure you are." He squeezes my hips and laughs out

"I'm relaxed as I can be when your looking at me like-" He pauses as if he's searching for the right words and his eyes light up when he finds them "-like some sort of...feast." and my cheeks up. I hadn't realized I was looking at him in such a way.

"Wouldn't we be more comfortable in your room?" I breathe out and he hesitates as his eyes widen slightly

"Yeah..you may have a point." He grips underneath my thighs and stands with me and I squeal softly and hold tightly onto him. I swear I can feel my pussy clench at the action. He was so strong and I just wanted him to take me here and now. He made his way to his room and set me down onto the bed.

Looking down at me with that fire in his eyes he looks me over "You look really beautiful you know that?" He leans down and plants another kiss to my lips and then kneels down on the ground.

I stare at him confused and he laughs "just lay back and let me take care of you."

I lay back against the mattress and huff out "bite me"

He undoes the buttons of my jeans and mumbles a soft 'okay' and my eyes go wide. He pulls my pants off of me and tosses them beside himself. Then he lifts my leg up and reaches his mouth to my inner thigh and softly bites the skin there and then pokes his tongue out to lick along the flesh he had bitten.

"What? I'm just playing y/n..I wouldn't bite you that hard." And I nod and laugh a bit and he sets my leg down and uses his hands to spread my legs apart. I knew I was soaked. I could feel my panties practically sticking to me. He took his hand and rubbed a finger along my slit. The only thing separating his finger and my pussy being the thin, soaked fabric. I whine at the action of him touching me and he laughs out

"Aww does my little y/n enjoy that?"

"Stop being such a tease and get on with it." I huff and he chuckles and pulls my panties down my legs and pushes my legs farther apart and dips his head down. Leaving a tentative lick along my folds and I can feel his hot, wet tongue circle my clit and I reach my hands down and tangle my fingers in the fabric of his blue mask.

I gasp softly and he starts to eat me like a man starved. Licking through my folds and his tongue probs at my entrance before it travels up and circles my clit once or twice and he repeats the pattern. I tug on his mask and roll my hips upwards and he tosses an arm over my waist and holds me down. Stopping me from moving.

He takes his free hand and tosses my leg over his shoulder and continues his assault, but he then brings his hand up to join the mix. Using his finger to prob at my entrance and he focuses his mouth on my clit. His lips and tongue moving in concert.

I cry out at the feeling and tug on his mask once more. Trying to urge him to go further and he growls against me..the vibration sending a spike of pleasure through me and I moan out

"Gah..Leo.. please." He finally slides his finger into me and sets a pace that matches that of his tongue flicking up and down my small bud.

I writhe beneath him. Feeling that familiar pit grow in my stomach and he growls once more. The vibration almost sending me over the edge. I hold tightly to his mask and he pulls back slightly. Enough to huskily whisper

"Let go..just let go for me." At his words he goes back to sucking on my small bud and increases the pace of his finger and I squeeze my eyes shut. The band in my stomach snapping as my pussy clenches and flutters around his finger. A tsunami of pleasure washing over me. Wave after wave of ecstasy hitting me seemingly all at once.

He slows his pace and eventually pulls back from me and he sets his hands on my thighs and I prop myself up on my elbows breathing heavily and I look down at him. His lips and chin glistening with my juices and he huffs out with a wide smile

"Ready for round two?"

Who would have thought a game of cards would lead to an onslaught of pleasure?

#teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt 2014 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt imagine #tmnt x reader

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tervaneula · 8 days

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Okay i got an emil notification about your NQK update before your tumblr post?! Now that surprised me!

It's like 1 AM and i don't think leo is the only one with Insomnia - ngl i felt that am getting called out 😂 - So we start and i think because it's been a long time friend the previous NQK chapter i really forgot that F!Donnie is now " Donatello " whil F!Mikey js "Michaelangelo" and brain was flipping between "huh? Is that the youngest or the eldest?!"

So we start right off with with F!Dee getting jealous and boy oh boy i believe little ol' Donnie will find this exciting and more of a "parent figure approval" 😂

The talk goes to the bandana and i kid you not i remembered previous fics where some F!Leo/s had either put the other masks as a nice accessory ir put it on his sword and just hung it there as a memory (forgot the fic).

So this makes me think of "How F!Leo would make of the bandanas AFTER he make peace with decades of war?" It really makes me excited thinking about it 🤩

Also it made me think - don't know if i asked before but - does F!Leo still can open his portals and travel? (I know in other fic he can but what about the Canon fic NQK?).

It's kinda sad how Leo's still holding on to the masks but still understandable because well... It's been decades of WAR! That can't be just brushed under the rug with a nice few months in the lair. So until F!Leo finally decided when he can " move on " he deserves to keep the masks with him...

F!Leo hugging ghost!F!Dee was so sad and somewhat... Bittersweet? Because he's glad he can see/talk and almost hug his twin but that's about it, he wants to be greedy and have the two of them, april, his dad back home but that would be too much (And am sure he would be worried about 'Don't push your luck' type of quote or he may lose everything).

But AHHHHHHHHH AM SCREAMING FOR THE ART PIECE YOU MADE! SURE IT'S SAD BUT THE COLORS AND ART STYLE IS REALLY WARMING ME UP AS IF IT'S - again - A BLANKET!! I LOVE THIS FEELING 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Then que F!Mikey entering the chat (lmao ngl thought that was little mikey) and took a pic lol!! I don't know if he can take picture of ghosts but imagine if you can use mystic power or ninpo to see ghosts in the picture?! That would be awesome, F!Dee & F!Raph would mess with so many people.

And then here comes Dracum entering the chat 🐐😂 MF i can imagine him entering the room with sandal in hand ready to beat F!Mikey up especially after hearing "I used it to lift a blanket up" 😂😂😂

But it was so surprising to me when be gave him a "therapist" card, from the color purple i thought it was from either Donnie or 🤢 Big mama 🤢

But god i love a soft carrying dad draxum like my next door neighbour! Always welcomed 🩷

That's all for my review for the chapter! It was such a great treat since it's been a while! Am still gonna keep my eyes - and phone - open for any updates because LORD I LOVE NQK🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

LMAO YEAH that's because I really wanted to publish the chapter that day but was already crashing when I posted it, so couldn't make a Tumblr post until the next day 😂

Hehe we'll see what Leonardo will do with the masks! First of all, wash them, probably :D He has a weird relationship with all of his keepsakes, re: the Raph-like prosthetic arm. He doesn't want to get rid of them but seeing them also still hurts, despite everything :')

Yes NQK Leonardo can use his portals!! He just hasn't had a reason to do that in the main fic (yet 😎)

God. Fug. Dang dude. "Don't push your luck or you may lose everything" legitimately made me tear up. That whole paragraph contributed, actually. "HE WANTS TO BE GREEDY" like ajkhjdsfhj how dare you (/aff) hit me with an emotional bomb like this all of a sudden. He does. He wants all of his family, he doesn't think it's fair that only three of them survived, and this brings us back to the enormous guilt he feels for not being able to save everyone.

Donatello is there with him, not in flesh but literally in spirit, he can be hugged and talked to, but Leonardo wants him to live. It's so freaking heartbreaking. I as the author have the power to bring him his family back, in flesh and blood and bone, but like I said ages ago, that's not what NQK is about. It's about accepting loss and healing and finding happiness, and about family and love. They can't change the past any more than what they've already been graciously given, the only way is forward. ;_;

BUT THANK YOUUU for liking the drawing, it makes me go 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 so bad jdfhj (and to make it worse, I made a different version which I'll post here later)

Ninpo ghosts show up in photos normally!! At least in NQK universe they do 😂 Too bad for Donatello, can't do all the crime if he can be caught in 4K

Soft caring dad Draxum ftw<333

THE THERAPIST CARD. Oh my gosh Draxum does NOT trust Big Mama one bit, rest assured, and Donnie has no such connections. No, the light purple colour is actually referencing... drum roll... THIS GUY

Yes Tev is now a yokai and a part of NQK universe but no, she won't show up in the fic so no worries about me actually bringing in non-canon characters. "Leonardo Goes To Therapy" is not a chapter I want to write, nor sprinkle in the appointments in detail, so it all happens off-screen 😂

Thank you SO SO SO MUCH again for reading and spending your precious time writing this comment!!!! It made me so happy but I'm a little sorry that this reply got so long and rambly XD ANYWAY ILYSM

#Of course I'm Leonardo's therapist in-universe. I'm the one giving him his happy ending after all #fic: not quite kintsugi but close #tervdraws #tevvie

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tmntxthings · 2 years

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Alright, I don't know if you're still taking requests but I had this fun little idea and I just had to leave it here.

A platonic Turtle bois + April(& Casey Jr if possible, don't feel obligated to if you don't feel like writing him tho) x Reader where the gang asks the Reader who's their favorite one(as in favorite best friend), and Reader just insists they don't do favorites until one day Reader forgets their sketchbook there and when the gang takes a little peak at it they just find pages upon pages filled to the brim with full on Mikey drawings(colored, shaded and all), doodles, sketches, even handmade stickers and all along with other stickers that resemble Mikey(like Pizza stickers, tangerines since it's the same as his color, radio boxes, skates all that jazz)

This is totally not because Mikey is my favorite character in the entire series and I think he's pretty underrated compared to his other brothers-

Anon🌠

The Favorite

author’s note: INSTANT YES, I love it, I completely agree, here you are my 🌠 anon

warnings: capital F for Fluff c; unedited

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“We all know who it is,” Leo said smugly. Kicking his feet up on the coffe table. “Know who? What now?” You said looking up from your phone. You hadn’t realized it but everyone was looking at you. The turtles, April, and Casey. “Okay I’m definitely missing something..” you said feeling nervous from all their stares. “Oh ya know just that I’m your favorite friend!” Leo continued to say, a wide smirk on his face.

“Leo, don’t kid yourself, I’m their favorite,” Raph said throwing a pillow at the blue clad turtle, it smacked him squarely in the face since he had those smug eyes closed. “Oomph!” He sputtered. “Scoff! You two?? The favorite??? My calculations would state otherwise,” Donnie pipped up. “And let me guess your calculations say you?” Casey asked crossing his arms with a slight smile. “Exactly future boy, exactly,” Donnie replied.

“Well I’d definitely want to be the favorite,” Mikey said excitedly, turning in his bean bag to give you the biggest puppy dog eyes. “Sorry boys, I mean the answer is obviously April O’Neil~~~” April sang confidently. Soon everyone was claiming to be the favorite, trying to talk over one another until you couldn’t even hear your own thoughts.

“Guys!” You said and immediately they hushed, looking expectantly at you, each ready to be proven right. “I don’t have a favorite!” You exasperated, shaking your head at all of them sincerely. “Yes, let them down easy Y/n, the truth can stay between us,” Leo said quickly, because he had totally expected you to say his name. “Leo I’m serious! How could I possibly choose between my best friends??”

“Easy, by saying April O’Neilllllll~~~” she sang again and everyone started arguing again! Casey shot you a glance, shaking his head as if to say ‘oh well what’re you gonna do?’ He had to deal with this same situation not too long ago. He had tried to say the same thing, that he loved everyone equally but c’mon, Leo is totally his favorite. Casey told him so privately just so Leo didn’t break down.

Thankfully they dropped it after you kept your answer steady. No favorites! You were happy to be friends with them alllll. A week went by and you were back at the lair, thinking that the whole discussion was finally over with. When suddenly you got an important call, “Oh my god, I think this is them!! This is it!! I either get the job or get let down!!” Everyone wished you good luck as you stepped out of the living area into the sewers for some privacy.

You had been doodling in your sketchbook, leaving it closed and unattended. Leo’s eyes turned mischievous after a moment of silence. “The time has come!” He announced and everyone was looking his way like ‘oh lord what’s he about to do.’ “Y/n’s prized art book will surely tell us who the favorite is!” Mikey was just as curious as Leo but he knew how private a sketchbook was. “I don’t know Lee..” he started to say reluctantly.

“How about this Mikey just a quick peek!” Raph said as Leo snatched the book, everyone leaning closer from their seats. The first few pages was of the entire group, all laughing or making silly faces which made everyone smile and “awe.” But as Leo kept flipping through pages, the main color of choice became orange. Sketches of Mikey and his stickers, skateboard, the boombox radio he carried around. Mikey’s face flushed a dark green, more than flattered that you had chosen to draw him. “Well well well, Angelo would’ve been my second guess,” Donnie said informatively. It didn’t come as a surprise to the purple turtle because Mikey was his favorite brother.

Leo kept flipping until the pages turned blank. “So Mikey, how’s it feel to be the favorite?” He sniffed, a little jealous but happy for his brother. Especially when he saw how happy Mikey was. “Hurry and put it back Leo!” He said not wanting to get caught rifling through your things. “Guyyyys!” You shouted from the sewers and no sooner you were back into the common area. “I got the job!!” You said smiling a big cheesy smile. Congratulations and cheers were in order and April gave you a big hug, knowing how hard it was to get not just a job but a good job!

Mikey was still reeling from the secret knowledge of him being your favorite. So when the whole gang piled into the hug, he gave you an extra squeeze a slight blush still on his face. “You draw really well by the way,” Leo said in the middle of the hug. A moment of silence for those words to settle and you gasped, “you didn’t!!!” you said in an accusatory tone. He smiled sheepishly, “hey wasn’t just me!” and you turned to the whole group, “so we’re going through everyone’s things now?!”

“It was Leo’s idea,” Donnie made sure to say. “And none of you stopped him?!” Mikey’s fingers came together tapping, “well I tried, but I’m happy I got to see your sketchbook, you do draw really well..” Mikey gave you the brightest smile and it was your turn to blush. Realizing he had seen all of the drawings you did of him, of his things. “I can’t believe you guys!!” You sputtered trying to maintain an angry expression but at this point you were just flattered at getting compliments from Mikey. He inspired you greatly and you thought his artwork was the best out there. “Well, the favorite can make it up to you somehow,” Leo teased and you groaned.

Yeah… Mikey was your favorite.

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bathomet-writes · 1 year

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ba-dum-tss

summary: You and Leo had a lot of secrets, feelings and thoughts kept to yourselves. When Leo crashes your band's performance, it's about time for the both of you to face the music.

relationship: Leo x F!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, mutual pining, almost kissing, sfw

word count: 5,477

author's note: here’s @/el-chiste’s request!! this one a lot of fun to write! (songlist if u wanna listen along: abacab, one of these nights, superstar)

“Hey, what are those?”

Leo’s hand reaches over your shoulder to fiddle with the drum sticks you were practicing with.

“Ehh, y’know. Chopsticks from lunch.” You lie.

Leo’s eye ridge raised in suspicion. Your placating chuckle did nothing to help your case. Quickly, you stow them back in your backpack.

After a moment, Leo shrugs.

“Oh, like to play fake-drums with and stuff? I get it,” He smiled.

With a small pat on the head, Leo turned to leave the living room. You were both the only ones in the lair at the moment, a very strange occurrence. But everybody else was out doing their own thing, meeting up with other friends and the like.

It was weird being alone with Leo, even though you two were practically each other's best friends. Well, you thought you were. Leo had many friends (acquaintances, frenemies, same thing) and you could count with only a couple of fingers the number of friends you had. Outside of the turtles of course, they were in their own league.

You didn’t know where exactly you stood in his circle. It certainly didn’t feel like you were his BBF, he knew far too many more interesting people for that. You didn’t have any matching friendship bracelets or that many photos together that didn’t include his brothers. You didn’t need all those sentimental things, but…sometimes you wonder about how Leo felt about you.

You had secrets, what self-respecting person didn’t? But there were just some things you couldn’t tell anyone about, not even Leo.

Did he have secrets? Would he tell them to you, tell you things meant only for you?

“Yeah, right.” You blush, shaking your head to yourself. What a dumb thought.

As you finish getting all your stuff together, you become a little more aware of the time. It was nearly 7 PM, and you needed to head out. Tonight was also a busy night for you.

You thought about asking Leo to come with you. Well, not like, with you with you. Just to come to the same place you just happened to be at! When you casually tried to ask about his plans, he was pretty cagey.

“Nah, I got a bunch of stuff to do tonight! Planning, strategizing, all that junk. I don’t wanna bore you with the details.”

He waves you off with an awkward smile plastered on his face. The one he always pulled when you knew he was lying. Despite being the ‘face man’ he didn’t really know how to use it to his advantage.

“Fair enough. See ya, I guess.” You call out to him as you walk away.

“Yup, I will see you.”

His tone makes you falter for a moment. It was tinged with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You turn back around, and he stammers trying to recover.

“Later! I will see you later. Not too much later though!” He shoots finger guns at you, his brow starting to glisten with sweat. “Because that’s how friendship works.”

Your steely frown drops seeing him so spectacularly fail at being smooth. With a throaty laugh, you finally leave.

“If you insist!”

You hear his own raucous laughter echo against the old walls of the subway tunnels as you make your way back up to the surface. You can’t help the small smile that lingers listening to his voice, even from so far away. That guy was such an anomaly to you, and he really shouldn’t be.

Leo was…Leo. And you were you. Two people who have a lot of shared history and hung out a lot. You were pals, amigos, thick as thieves. It was simple, and you could leave all your complicated emotional baggage out of it. Whenever you saw his face, those red crescent moons that you secretly really liked, your pesky lovey-dovey thoughts went away. The thoughts about whether or not you actually liked Leo as anything other than a friend.

You reach into your bag and feel around for your face mask. There, it was hidden away in the side pocket. You exhale a shaky breath and sling your back over your shoulder.

“Almost forgot it last time,” you chuckle.

There were just some things Leo couldn’t know about. You’re true thoughts and feelings about him, that went without saying. But there was one other tiny thing nobody else knew about.

You throw open the doors to the dive bar, making your way to the back. It wasn’t too packed yet, but it would be. Hopefully.

“Yo!” Your lead guitarist salutes you, tuning their instrument whilst helping the others get set up.

“We’re gonna do a quick sound check. Help me with these fuckin’ wires…”

You toss your bag down next to your drum set and help your keyboardist untangle herself from all amp cords. She gives you a thankful tongue-blep when you untie the last one.

“Thanks boss.”

“Anytime,” you smile. “And where’s Gavin? I told him to be here early.”

“Maybe he left his bass at his mom’s house again.”

The three of you cackle to yourselves. Your bassist was always a little late anyway. Checking the time, you notice that it’s nearly curtain.

“Let’s just soundcheck anyway, drum up a crowd?”

You pull out your sticks and do a little twirl with them to punctuate your clever pun. Maybe you and Leo had a lot more in common than you’d care to admit.

“Ugh, not the drum puns.”

“Yes, the drum puns. I’m on a roll.”

You do a quick drumroll for good measure. The others playfully flip you off and shout obscenities. You relent and drop the jokes for now, pulling your mask from your backpack.

Your band went back and forth on what kind of face coverings you should all wear. For the sake of anonymity of course, but also because so many other cool bands had their members wear masks. You tried those cheap, plastic halloween masks, which just made you all look incredibly creepy. There were those light-up Daft Punk helmets. They looked cooler, but they made it too hard to see and your playing suffered for it.

Eventually you all settled on choosing your own masks, with no regard to coolness or thematic cohesion. Once you secure your medical mask on your face, the others follow suit. You look up and see a gas mask and a surprisingly elaborate fursuit head, complete with LED eyes that wink at you.

“I know I literally said ‘do your own thing’ but this is a little much, even for me. What kind of cover band are we supposed to be?”

Gas Mask adjusts the strap of their guitar with a huff. “I look like a badass, I don’t know about you guys…”

“Hey! Do you know how much this wolf head cost me?” Her cutesy eyes go angry as she switches on her keyboard. “Just you wait, the crowd’s gonna love this.”

Over at the bar, you see the manager who booked you give you a hand signal indicating that it was almost time to start. You nod, lifting your drumsticks above your head.

“Whatever, at least we’ll sound good.”

With a loud gap, you hit them together. “A-one, a-two, and a half—!”

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“Phew, that could have gone better.” Leo wipes his brow as you finally walk out of earshot. He almost let it slip.

Quietly, he pulls out the folded-up flier he snatched from your backpack promoting your band’s performance tonight. Leo was absolutely ecstatic when he managed to confirm his suspicions.

“You little devil, you! What kind of double life are you leading?”

Leo had an inkling you’d been hiding something from him for a while. You were a terrible liar, and even worse at hiding the evidence. Didn’t you know he would sneak through your belongings when you weren’t in the room? It really was more your fault than his.

He didn’t really know what it was you were keeping secret from him, but being the lead singer and drummer for a cover band was not the first on his list.

The drumsticks? C’mon, you were better than that, right? And he’s definitely heard you sing to yourself when you thought nobody was around. And you sang really well! Why wouldn’t you want to brag about the fact that you were in a band?

Not to brag to himself, but Leo almost thought you were harboring some kind of crush, with how weirdly closed-off you’ve been acting around him lately.

With a scoff, Leo tosses his mask tails off of his shoulder. “Of course not. Don’t be weird, Leon.”

You were his best friend. His pal, his amigo! He wouldn’t even dream of assuming you had feelings for him. He perished the thought as he readied his human disguise. It was just a bomber jacket and some nice pants, but he felt like he was going undercover anyway. He wouldn’t miss your show for the world.

“I wonder what else I don’t know about…? I wouldn’t lie to someone’s face like that.”

Leo didn’t lie, he just…changed the truth. Yeah, that’s it.

“I’ll just pop in, have some drinks, maybe pick up someone cute at the bar, and I’ll meander over to the back and listen to a few songs. It’s a public event, anybody could waltz right in!”

Leo looked himself over in the mirror with a smug grin before giving the final touches. A dash of cologne behind the ears. Earholes? Turtle anatomy was weird.

“You got this!” He flashes a winning smile at himself before turning on his heel.

After a brisk walk up to the surface, Leo zeroed in on the map on his phone. Was this really the place? He looks back on the flier to confirm the address.

“Yup, right here…”

He glances up at the sign and neon lights of the bar. It looked like one of those small, hole-in-the-wall joints that was hidden away from most onlookers. Only well-informed locals and aficionados would know where to find this place. Leo was pleasantly surprised that he managed to find it, but it was practically right next to the lair. Go figure.

Leo looked around curiously. Shouldn’t there usually be bouncers at the door? Or a line of people at least? The place was kind of a ghost town at the moment.

“The night’s still young.” He shrugs.

He did a deep inhale and exhale. There were probably a bunch of people inside, plenty of cover for him to go unnoticed.

Walking in, Leo took a second to survey the area. It was a relatively small establishment, but it looked even bigger due to the lack of patrons. A couple of regulars at the bar, some older folks sitting at the various booths and tables. And at the back was the main attraction.

Leo stared at the small stage set up near the back of the room, next to the bathroom of all places. He didn’t even bother to go up and order a drink, simply planting himself at a table. It was far enough away from the stage but close enough for him to get a good look at you.

You sat at the large drum kit grooving along to the intro of your first song. Leo didn’t really recognize it at first. He hoped nobody was looking at him Shazam-ing the music. Quietly, he makes a new playlist on his phone for him to study later. Currently, you were playing Genesis’ “Abacab.”

Slowly, Leo begins to bob his head along with the beat. Looking around the room, nobody else seemed to be enthusiastic, occasionally offering a polite clap or two when you finished up a song. He almost gasps, feeling offended on your behalf.

“Jeez, does anyone in this place have a pulse?” He smirks, taking a look at the menu.

Thankfully, this place had a fancy mobile-order setup that allowed Leo to simply place his order online. A plate of nachos did sound pretty good to him right now.

He puts the menu back to set his attention back on you and your band. Strangely, there were only three of you. He could have sworn there was a fourth member?

Suddenly, someone bumps Leo’s chair. A frazzled-looking human dude nearly trips, clutching onto an instrument case for dear life.

“HOLY–”

With lightning-fast reflexes, Leo shoots his hand out and grabs him just before he could land on the floor and crush whatever he was holding.

“Woah-ho,” Leo chuckles. “Let me help you with that.”

He lifts the poor guy up and helps dust him off a bit. He was a little scraggly, but he bounced on his heels when he saw who had just helped him up.

“Thanks, I almost destroyed my bass. My mom woulda killed me! Wait–”

He takes a step back and eyes Leo up and down. Preparing for the inevitable scream of surprise, Leo’s shoulders tense up. It wasn’t really a regular occurrence anymore, but he just came to involuntarily pull away whenever humans gave him a once over like that.

“You’re–!” The bassist gasps.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“You’re one of those turtles that beat the Kraang, right? You gotta be shitting me,” He laughs, moving around Leo.

Oh. That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. It was a little awkward being ogled, but he just couldn’t resist appeasing a fan.

“You have a keen eye. But I’m not here to sign autographs, no. Just enjoying the band.” Leo gestures over to the back.

“Oh…my god. You’re here to listen to us? You– Ahh!” The bassist goes absolutely giddy, pulling at Leo’s arm.

“You gotta come meet the guys! I mean, after the whole–”

Once the band wraps up “Abacab,” Leo watches as you and your friends hit the last notes. It’s met with some scattered applause across the room, a pitiful sound.

“Speaking of which, I should probably get up there! But stick around, the band would love to meet you. If that’s not too much trouble?”

“Oh, uh…sure! No problem.”

Leo gives the bassist a warm smile before sitting back down. He was just close enough to the lights from the stage that he worries you might be able to see him. To his relief, you pass him over completely.

“Gavin, get your ass up here this minute!” You shout. “We had to play a bass-less song, and you know how I feel about Phil Collins.”

Leo chuckles watching you go back and forth with your bandmates, playfully arguing and getting Gavin plugged in. After a minute or two of squabbling, you get back into a more professional stance. You stand up and adjust the cymbals before addressing the meager crowd.

“Thank you, thank you. Here’s one of our favorites. Hope you enjoy.”

The sharp feedback from the mic screeches, getting everyone’s attention. Leo notices your slightly annoyed expression, even beneath the fabric of your mask. He knew you were this close to throwing a drumstick or something. It felt a little voyeuristic looking at you out in the wild like this, but it was fascinating to him. He gives you some enthusiastic claps to try and rile up the room.

“Yeah! Woo-hoo!” He shouts.

“This guy!” The guitarist points blindly into the crowd.

The low lighting in the bar and the stage lights made it almost impossible to make out faces in the audience, but the band was still able to hear well enough. Good thing too, Leo almost wanted to get a front row seat for the next song.

Gavin’s hands slide up the neck of the bass as he plays the intro to “One of These Nights” by the Eagles. Leo makes sure to add it to his playlist later. But now, his attention was focused squarely on you. With bated breath, Leo mirrors your almost stiff posture as the intro plays.

Then your mouth opens. Leo’s eyes go wide, filled to the brim with stars.

“One of these nights

One of these crazy old nights

We're gonna find out, pretty mama

What turns on your lights.”

Your voice was good, Leo knew that much. But he had no idea how much power you held. Your melodic crooning was enough to hypnotize him. It was of a slightly lower register than he was expecting, but maybe it was because this was you actually performing before a crowd and not within the privacy of your shower.

Not that he listened to you in the shower! It was only the one time, and he was looking for a towel. Leo quickly pushed away the memory to listen to the lyrics.

“The full moon is calling, the fever is high

And the wicked wind whispers and moans

You got your demons and you got desires

Well, I got a few of my own.”

It wasn’t like you knew Leo was in the room, or that you were singing to someone in particular. Your cadence and roll of your head made you seem even more alluring. Like you secretly knew someone was watching you just beyond your field of vision.

Your band members jump in with the chorus, harmonizing with you. You all fit together musically, even with your voices, in a way that only comes from playing together so much. Your sound felt so natural, so lived-in. Leo found it breathtaking.

“Ooh, someone to be kind to

In between the dark and the light

Ooh, coming right behind you

Swear I'm gonna find you one of these nights.”

Oh, he had to find these eagle guys and shake them by the hand. This shit was immaculate, it was pure poetry! After you all finish, Leo practically scrapes his chair sitting up. With thunderous applause, he whoops and whistles your praises.

“Yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” He purses his lips and lets out a loud whistle.

You blink and look out into the crowd. Whoever that was sure was enjoy ing your music, so you motion to your band to give them a little bow. It feels a bit silly, but the rest of the patrons start to join in and give you all even more applause.

It was actually quite humbling. You’ve never had big turnouts for your shows and even less enthusiasm, so you’re thankful to whoever started the clapping.

His voice was somewhat familiar. Probably just the nerves getting to you though. Now you actually had an audience. You grab at the microphone after you get a quick drink from your water bottle.

“Thank you all! Yeah!”

You falter, wanting to go on. You didn’t really like to vamp too much. Not that you had stage-fright anymore, it was just awkward talking to a room of only 10 or so people. But for some reason it didn’t feel so weird. The room felt more supportive, almost eager to hear what you had to say.

“We’re going to switch over to our last song for a second, so I’ll just–” You tug the mic off of the stand and get up to walk to the front of the stage. “I’ll fill the time.”

You cover your eyes to shield yourself from the light, looking out into the crowd. It’s been a while since you’ve checked but it looks like there were more bodies in here than before. There were double– no, triple the people?

“Wow, look at all you out there. I don’t usually do these kinds of things, but I just wanted to get a quick look. It gets lonely at the drums back there.”

Scanning the room, you watch as people continue to shuffle in and fill the empty chairs. You tug at your mask, all of the sudden feeling a little nervous.

“I, uh…I guess I just wanted to say that this’ll be our last one. Karen Carpenter is sort of my inspiration for wanting to play drums. And to sing. And to form a band, I guess.” You look back at your bandmates and chuckle along with them. They each give you a nod to tell you that they’re ready, so you had better wrap it up.

“Anyway, here’s ‘Wonderwall.’” You spin around before looking back at the audience, hearing a few laughs. “Just kidding, could you imagine?”

The crowd dies down as you make your way to the drums again. You place the mic back into the stand and take one last breath to steady yourself.

For a moment, you consider just starting the song like normal. But you feel a little more emboldened.

“This is for that one guy I know who I kinda like-like so don’t tell him,” You whisper, half-jokingly.

Like clockwork, your sticks hit the drums and your feet move the pedals. Like you’ve done so many times before. The pre-recorded backing instrumental kicks in from the laptop you all hooked into the speakers earlier, offering a much more rich sound. Only the best for the Carpenters’ version of “Superstar.”

For the next four minutes or so, you pour your entire soul into your mouth and hands. It’s somewhat of a muscle memory at this point, but you make sure to consciously lace your voice with a little more elegance and beauty. You really wanted to sell the song, the lyrics resonated with you in a way you couldn’t deny. It was for Leo, how you felt about Leo. Sure, the words sort of clearly spell out how much the singer loves someone, and the song was a little more saccharine for your taste.

It felt cheesy to admit, but that’s how you felt about him. Against your better judgment. You loved him, you really did.

Down in the audience, Leo felt his chest seize up with emotion. He was fully invested in every lyric, every subtle lilt in your voice. You weren’t a half-bad drummer either, moving so fluidly between the snare and the cymbals. Eventually, all the sounds of the room fell away as Leo stared shamelessly at you.

All that unspoken awkwardness was laid bare for him to see. It was a bittersweet mix of intimacy and inherent loneliness that came from a person hiding their true feelings away for so long. Leo, unfortunately, knew it all too well. Better than you’d ever know.

Leo heard it every time the song switched between the melancholic minor-key verses and the happier major-key chorus. It was just like how he felt about you. He drifted between the triumphant, familiar memories you two shared, to the ones that weren’t so pleasant. It was just how life was, he supposed. Good and bad, light and dark. Suddenly music made so much more sense to him hearing it from you. It really was the language anyone could understand, it said things too hard for people to say normally.

And if that’s the way you needed to express yourself, Leo was behind you all the way. He could feel a tear begin to form in the corner of his eye, but it never fell. His eyes just glistened in a profoundly manly way that others were surely jealous of. Before he knew it, the song was over and the larger crowd stood up from their seats to applaud you.

Leo just sat there, stewing in his own conflicted emotions. You deserved all the applause and the accolades and then some, but right now he couldn’t move. His limbs felt numb, mindlessly munching on the nachos the waitress set down a couple of minutes ago. They didn’t taste like anything, and his hearing was starting to go as well. His senses dulled looking at how happy you were up there.

You walk up and stand next to your band members and give one final big bow, like the end of a play. All you needed was someone to toss a flower or a pair of panties up at you. Leo had neither, so he’d just have to congratulate you some other way.

“Guys? Did we just kill that show?” You pull the others into a side hug, beaming at all of them.

“Fuck yeah, we did!” The wolf head gives you a happy pixelated smile.

“We slayed!” Your guitarist pulls off their gas mask to reveal their flushed face, grinning ear to ear.

“I can’t believe it!” Gavin yells, leaning into your hug. “And you’re never gonna guess who was in the audience.”

Still riding off the residual adrenaline, you chuckle into his shoulder. “Some fancy talent scout or something? That’s why you were late I bet.”

“Nope! It was one of those turtle dudes, the blue one. He said he’d meet with us after the–”

With a swift hand, you cover Gavin’s mouth and drag him over to your drum kit. Maybe it wouldn’t look like you were trying to throttle him as the rest of you packed up your instruments.

Through gritted teeth, you stare daggers into his eyes. “Don’t pull my chain.”

Gavin shakes his head, completely oblivious to your internal plight. “He’s at that table over there. See?”

He points over to the bar, the lights having since changed to give you a better look at the whole room. You strain your eyes to search around for any suspiciously green-looking individuals. Leo was nowhere in sight, making you somehow even more worried.

“Huh? I guess he had to go do hero work or something. Damn,” he sighs, moving to unplug his bass. “That’s too bad, I bet you would have liked him.”

Gavin looks back at you after finding his guitar case. Only, you weren’t there. You had disappeared.

“What the…?”

–

You didn’t even bother disassembling your drum kit. Your bandmates/groupies would just have to handle that. All you were concerned with right now was finding Leo. You tore ass through the bar, looking around desperately for him. Considering the place was a lot more crowded now, it was a struggle just to move around. Like a maniac, you quickly make your way to the doors. The crisp night air was sobering, and your head was on a swivel.

“Leo!” You cup your hands together. “Leonardo!”

You never used any of the turtles’ full names unless you were in serious trouble. You rip off your face mask and toss it on the ground.

“Leo?” You pant, searching for the nearest subway entrance. Maybe he went back to the lair? What was he doing at the bar anyway? Was he there to make fun of you, poke fun at the fact that you liked to sing about your mushy feelings and junk? Your cheeks go bright red thinking of all the teasing you would most surely receive now.

You cut a corner and sprint back to the lair. You couldn’t rest until you knew for sure Leo was still in his room strategizing like he said he would tonight. He was a sneaky son of a bitch though, and you knew in your gut that he probably found you out. Your eyes prickle with tears just thinking about it.

Before you can get too emotional, you feel someone tug at your collar and pull you into the alleyway to your left.

“OOF–!”

Your back slams into the brick wall behind you. A hand immediately covers your mouth, muffling your screams.

“Hey, it’s okay! It’s just me.” Leo shushes you, still holding the top of your shirt and your mouth.

Your eyebrows lower threateningly. He had better let go of you soon, because you had some things to say.

“Mmmph–!” You struggle against his hands, your cheeks growing hotter. “Leo–!”

“I know,” He sighs, pressing his hand even firmer against you. “I know, okay?”

You stop and look into his eyes. Your gaze is unfaltering, and it catches Leo a bit off guard too. You gulp and wait for him to continue.

“Okay, I’m just going to get it all out. I’m sorry for lying to you, I’m sorry for sneaking into your show without you knowing, but you know what? I’m not sorry!”

Leo smirks, eyes wandering away from yours. “I’m not, and you wanna know why?”

You shake your head a bit. You really would like to know why he wasn’t sorry for listening to the most embarrassing display of affection you think that’s ever existed.

“Because you’re amazing. I mean it, you’re like…the best singer I’ve ever seen. I haven’t seen a lot, but still!”

After a moment of staring into his face, you feel your chest begin to tighten. Mostly from the lack of oxygen, but also from the warm emotions bubbling up. You gasp and claw at Leo’s hands before he finally lets you go.

You cough and wheeze, clutching at your chest. It’s mostly exaggerated, but you smile to yourself watching Leo try and console you.

“Sorry! Sorry, I forgot.” He chuckles.

“Keep going,” you sputter. “Because I know you have more to say.”

Leo smirks at you before putting his hands on your shoulders. He knew he was a bit of a chatterbox, but he did have more to say, coincidentally. He just didn’t know how to say it.

“I just…I’m finding it hard to–”

He swallows dryly, collecting his thoughts.

“You’re usually so verbose, I can barely get you to shut up.” You huff, batting at his hands.

His eyes narrow. “Just give me a second, okay? I don’t wanna mess this up.”

You suddenly stop. You wish you could look him in the eye, but you found yourself strangely bashful. Leo knew when to be silly and when to be serious. Sometimes it was a little jarring hearing his voice get so low and quiet. What exactly was he afraid of messing up?

After a couple of seconds of silence, you will yourself to meet his gaze. “It’s okay.”

You hope he hears your subtle insinuation. It was you giving him the permission he was looking for after all. Leo looks back up and bites his lower lip a bit.

“I don’t know how to say it…” He admits, a blush coloring his cheeks.

Immediately, you understand what he means. There were just some things too powerful for words, even too powerful for one conversation to encompass. You felt a new kind of connection blooming between you two.

“You don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want to.” You shrug, a smile tugging at your lips.

Without thinking, you inch a little bit closer to his face, your breaths colliding with one another. Getting a closer look at him, you’re reminded of just how hot Leo was. You didn’t know if you had the courage to say it yet, but your cheeks flush a deeper shade just looking at him.

Leo’s eyes sparkle again, looking down at you. Normally, this would be the moment the two leads would lock lips, confirming their unspoken love for one another. But those two weren’t you, he just didn’t feel like he deserved to steal a kiss. It was such an intimate moment, and it should be between two people who loved one another.

But, Leo did love you. And according to your songs, you apparently loved him too. So what was the problem?

Before you let yourself get too close, you pull away and look back up into his eyes. There was still some lingering hesitation there and you didn’t want to overstep. Maybe now wasn’t the best time to smooch.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to–” You whisper.

“No, it’s fine. I wanted to…”

Leo’s eyes go wide with the sudden realization that he also wanted to kiss you just now. You two stare at one another before breaking out into a light chuckle. Before long, the chuckles devolve into full-on laughter. Then cackling. Leo grabs ahold of your shoulders even tighter and you fall back against the wall.

“This was–” You wheeze.

“Fun. I had a fun time. I want to see all your shows now.”

You catch your breath and leaf your fingers through your hair. “I mean, we’re not that good. Maybe you just got caught up in the moment.”

Leo’s mouth lifts back up into a warm smile, his face markings crinkling. You wouldn’t rush into things, but you could at least give him one measly compliment. For being so uncharacteristically normal about everything. He could have one more secret, at least for tonight.

“Your crescent moons, the ones on your face? I like them a lot. I don’t think I ever told you that.”

His eyes go even wider at your sweet admission. It almost made Leo confess to you right then and there. But for now, he just laid his head into your shoulder. He needed to hide away his blush that threatened to outshine the red of his markings.

“Let’s pick this back up another time, huh?” He chuckles into your neck.

“Yeah. I have another show next week.”

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truths33k3r4 · 6 months

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( TW for minimal description of surgery, ptsd, trauma, mentioned needles, mentioned torture )

CHAPTER 11 - A Steady Hand and a Racing Heart

Lotus’ eye lids twitched and slowly slid open as consciousness swept through her body once more. Her fingers and toes tingled the smallest bit as she tried to stretch her tight muscles, but a quick flat pressure clamped down onto her left thigh, cutting off all movement.

She took a deep breath through her nostrils, shuttering and nearly gagging at the fumes of antiseptic and rubbing alcohol.

The bright light beamed above.

Something was holding her down.

Her mind began racing, just barely syncing with the rapid rhythm of her heart.

The flames of the past began burning into Lotus’ mind, filling her thoughts with a deep smaug.

‘ “ Lotus. You are safe. “ ‘

The calm voice of Donatello echoed to her.

‘ “ Leo won’t hurt you. YOU CAN TRUST HIM. “ ‘

The smoke and sparks of her past slowly extinguished by the reminder of her present.

‘ I AM SAFE. ‘

She chanted those words over and over, almost like a mantra or a spell that she needed to repeat in order to keep it protecting her.

‘ I AM SAFE. I AM SAFE. I AM SAFE. ‘

All of a sudden there was a second voice she could hear. At first, it was muffled and joined with a low ringing sound, but that quickly faded to reveal it was Leonardo’s.

Lotus slowly turned her head so she could see the blue-clad mutant.

“ L..lleooo? “

“ ~ OTUS! ~ Oh crap~ Uh ok~ ON’T MOVE. “

‘ “Don’t move” ???? Is that why he’s holding down my leg? What’s happening??? “

“ Wha’s goin on?.. Where.. where am I againn? “ Lotus slurred.

Leo’s eyes widened in panic.

‘ HOW IS SHE AWAKE? She was exhausted!! I used the Lidocaine! She shouldn’t have felt anything!! Wait. Ok, wait. Maybe she’s still numb.. She’s just- awake now. But that doesn’t mean the Lidocaine didn’t work.. ‘

Leo decided to test something out.

He slowly and cautiously twisted the tweezers still in the incision in Lotus’ leg.

“ -OW! “ Lotus’ face twisted in pain as her eyes opened wide. “ WHAT WAS THAT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY- AKH! “

Leo stopped.

Time slowed as understanding crashed down on Leo like a tidal wave.

‘ She can still feel her leg.. the lidocaine wore off.. ‘

As Lotus’ eyes filled with fear, Leo’s became overwhelmed in dread.

He began going through every mental checklist, every article, every book chapter. What could he have done wrong? He followed all the steps to a tee! WHAT WENT WRONG??

‘ How did the Lidocaine wear off?!!! I administered the right amount!! I did everything correctly. EVERYTHING! HOW IS THIS HAPPENING???! ‘

Leo cursed himself for not using laughing gas or something to sedate Lotus, but it was far too late for that now.

And even if he had… would it have worn off just as fast?

Leo cut off his thoughts dead in their tracks as he brought himself back to the present.

‘ Ok.. Breathe Leo.. State facts. That’s what Don would say. State.. Facts.

..ok..

..Fact: I have a completely awake patient now.

Fact: The lidocaine has worn off.

Fact: That means I’m HURTING HER.

Fact: SHE’S AWAKE AS MY TWEEZERS ARE STUCK IN BETWEEN THE MUSCLES IN HER LEG.

.. Ok maybe stating facts won’t help.. ‘

Lotus still had her eyes set on Leo as she witnessed the mental battle being fought in his head. His eyes darted back and forth, his lip quivered, and she could’ve sworn he muttered something about Don..

And then her consciousness betrayed her.

Being aware of her surroundings also meant she would now be aware of what was happening to her body. A hot, searing burn quickly slithered up her leg, mixed with an icy sting of something.. moving.

..Something was moving.. IN HER LEG..

“ Ow!- ow- OW!! Agh- “ Lotus winced hard and gritted her teeth as the cold burn grew.

Leo’s breath became sparse and quick as he turned his head to Lotus.

He took a shuddering inhale.

His grip on the tweezers tightened.

‘ PLEASE LET THIS BE QUICK. ‘

“ Lotus.”

Lotus’ unblinking lavender eyes looked up to his.

She was terrified.

And it was his fault.

His voice refused to hold it's form in order to speak, so he simply mouthed the words,

“ I’m sorry. “

As quickly as he could, his wrist twisted and yanked up.

Lotus’ head buried into her plastron as a scream burst through her throat. She tried to grab for whatever it was that was causing the pain radiating from her leg, but Leo’s vice-like hold stayed firm and unmoving.

“ AAAGKHH!!! “

‘ I know- I know- I’m sorry!! ‘

Lotus’ body tensed harshly as her toes curled deep into the surgical table, crinkling the flimsy surgical blanket underneath her.

Memories and nightmares smeared over reality, flashing Lotus back to being strapped down.

Gagged.

Poked.

Prodded.

ALONE.

Shadowy forms approached her with needles, saws, and scalpels.

The items gave off a small shine like the menacing smiles on the forms’ faces.

Another scream crawled out of her mouth as Leo tried again to pull the implant out.

‘ WHY ISN’T THIS OVER. I GOT OUT. WHY IS THIS STILL HAPPENING?? WHY AM I STILL BEING TORTURED????!! I’M NEVER GOING TO BE FRE- “

“- HANG ON, LOTUS! IT’S ALMOST OUT! “

She shot her eyes open.

The shadows melted away.

The restraints faded.

The darkness vanished.

She no longer saw sinister scientists, but instead, a very focused, very scared mutant turtle.

His eyes didn’t glow with evil intent, but with..

..tears.

His hands were both shaking under the tight grip.

He looked just as terrified as she was.

Lotus tried to breathe again, but all that escaped her mouth were dry coughs.

Her throat burned.

“ I’M SORRY, LOTUS, I’M SO SORRY. “

Leo jerked his head down to his shoulder and tried to rub off the blurring tears.

He tried so hard to choke back the sob trying to weasel it’s way out, settling for shaky, sparse breaths. His heartrate sky-rocketed with adrenaline and stress, but he put all his focus into keeping a steady hand.

‘ PLEASE.. COME ONNNN..’

With one more final agonizing pull, the implant jittered inbetween the tweezers’ lips.

IT WAS OUT.

With a light *clink* it landed into the small surgical dish next to Leo.

He swallowed hard, and timidly looked down to Lotus.

Her head remained nuzzled into her plastron, while her whole body trembled in pain and fear.

‘ I DID THIS TO HER. ‘

Leo rubbed his wet eyes on his other shoulder.

“ .. I got it, Lotus..It’s out. “ Leo whispered.

Both Lotus and Leo heaved a weighted sigh as they turned away from the other to wipe away their tears.

Lotus’ body still shook as she tried to slow her breathing.

Leo, too, tried to calm himself down.

Lotus rose her head, looking to Leo with questions in her eyes. ( The same look as a child to their parent at the doctors’ office. )

‘ Is that it? Is it done? ‘

Leo’s brow tightened as his face became solemn once more.

His grip that remained on her leg tightened with his expression.

That was answer enough for her:

‘ THIS ISN’T OVER. ‘

Whooooo that was a longer one! :)

Hope you enjoyed!

To God be the glory!

Masterpost <- PRIOR CHAPTER NEXT CHAPTER ->

#tmnt #tmnt au #my version of tmnt!!#surgery #the strength in weakness #tmnt leonardo #tmnt lotus #tmnt fandom #tmnt art #hurt/comfort

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gendersouponao3 · 9 months

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Bottom Bitch

read on ao3! (NOT a new work, just new for tumblr)

6959 words, Explicit rating, nb/f butch sub/femme dom, anal, overstim

Oh, Leo is nervous.

He met her at a party. He saw her, by the light reflected off of her sequined dress, across the dark lawn. He almost felt like the music was bouncing off of her. It obscured whatever she was saying, but it didn’t matter, he was too far away to hear anyway, and all he did was stare at the way her lip gloss shifted and melted in the light, looking like he could sink his teeth into it and drink it.

And she found him, while he was trying to escape to the bathroom. She stood close to him, but not too close, and his mind raced with whether she always does that, whether it’s just for him. Her glossy lips were just as mesmerizing up close. His eyes flitted down to them, again and again, and he forced them back to hers. It wasn’t fair. In her heels, she was taller than him.

Her dress flashed rainbow spots of light at him, hypnotic, beautiful. He stared. It melted into her skin, her shoulders glittering, her collarbones glittering, deep, slinky V glittering at the center of her chest.

She smelled so good. Sweet, like caramel and vanilla. Definitely perfume. Her hands were small. Her nails were long and sharp and painted deep, shiny pink.

Her hand slipped down his chest. Dusky, gleaming pink against the soft nude of his shirt. She didn’t pull him closer, didn't push him towards the wall. She just rested it there.

He knew he was supposed to take the lead then. But he didn’t know how. Even right up against him, she seemed far away, like a dream.

Slowly, carefully, he set his hand on her waist. She cocked her head, smiled at him expectantly. She was so small. Shorter than him if it weren’t for the heels.

Kiss her, his brain supplied helpfully. That’s what we’re supposed to do in this situation, I think.

He didn’t know. He wanted it. He felt like she might melt away in his arms if he touched her. He feet like he might melt away. Still, he leaned in. He breathed in her scent again, sweet sugar. His eyes fluttered shut….

At that moment, the door to the single bathroom stall slammed open, and he jumped, blinking in surprise. His hand dropped away. The moment was over. And he really did have to pee.

Mumbling apologetically, he ducked away, closing the door behind him. When he came out, she was gone.

He couldn’t forget her, though, couldn't get the smell of sweet vanilla out of his nose.

There’s nowhere for him to hide now. Not with just the two of them and sparse furniture and no distractions. He wants to feel that delicious, simmering tension, but all he feels is nerves. He fiddles with his hands nervously, and then shoves them behind his back instead because he’s trying to work on having more open body language. There’s a reason he doesn’t do it naturally. It immediately makes his nerves worse. He looks at the ground, blushes, forces his eyes up.

Gia looks at him like she’s trying not to laugh. It makes him blush harder. There’s something else, though, in her eyes, like maybe glee. Glee at his shyness, at the fact that he’s managed to embarrass himself before they’ve even done anything, at the little bit of fear she sees in him.

Finally, taking mercy on him, she breaks the silence. “You still want this, puppy?”

“Yes,” Leo squeaks. He blushes deeper still. His face feels uncomfortably hot. “Tell me —- um, where do I, um…go?”

She raises a slender, sculpted eyebrow at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean like, where do you want me to —- sit? Or…lie down? Or whatever?” Oh god, Leo is burning up. He can’t even look at her. He looks down at the floor again.

“Well. On your knees would be a good starting point.”

“Oh,” he breathes, and rushes to obey. “Yes.”

“Jesus,” Gia says. “That was quick. Take off my pants.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Leo says, all thoughts pushed out of his brain by her command. He shuffles forwards, undoes the hidden clasp of her pants. Fuck, she didn’t tell him to call her that. He’s too eager. She thinks he’s weird, she already thinks he’s weird. He undoes her zipper. It comes easily. Her pants are white and pleated and delicate. He tugs them off her hips and she’s wearing black underneath, simple briefs with a bold white elastic waistband.

She fluffs his hair with her hand. Her nails scratch over his scalp. He stops breathing, and then his breath comes faster, shallower.

“I brought you toys, puppy,” she says.

“Oh, god,” he breathes, surprised, heat pooling in his stomach. “I wanna —- can I see?”

“One at a time,” she says. “You’re gonna like them. You wanna get fucked like a good little boy slut, don’t you.”

His eyes go wide. He nods, looking up at her, dumb excitement already on his face. “Please.”

She laughs at his expression. “Yes, you do,” she says. “Get on the bed. Take your pants off.”

He immediately flops onto his bed, on his stomach. He wants it like that. He wiggles his pants off, soft denim catching on his heels, and he takes off his underwear too, and his packer in its pouch. He feels so naked. He thinks he can feel the weight of Gia staring at him, but he could just be nervous. It’s a weird, cloudy kind of fear, buried in and mixing with his arousal. He squirms under all of it.

He jumps when he feels Gia’s hand on his butt. She giggles, cute and femme and so in charge. He feels the tip of her acrylic dig into his skin as she spreads him open, rubs one soft finger over his cunt. He’s wet already, from her teasing, from the promise of toys, but not wet enough. He tells her that.

“If you want — if you want me to take it inside I need lube or something.”

She considers, teases her finger over his cunt more, feels his swollen clit, the pink folds of his labia. He’s turned on, more so every second. He knows she can see it.

“Do you have some?” she asks.

Of course he does. She tells him to go get it, and he does, self-conscious of his bare legs under his t-shirt. She takes it from him and he lays straight back down on his stomach. He wants her to do whatever she wants.

He hears the soft squelch as she flips open the cap and squeezes some out onto her fingers, and then a wet noise as she rubs it to warm it up. And then her hand is back on his butt, her fingers a little cold and very wet, and she spreads him open, right at his core, and he moans slightly and wiggles. And then she puts two fingers inside him. All at once. He lets out a yelp that turns into a moan halfway through. Her fingers are cold. The acrylics don’t hurt. He can’t even feel them. He just feels the cool, artificial wet, stretching him open, filling him up. So much, so good. God, he loves being fucked.

“Oh,” she says, voice a laughing, teasing lilt. “You really like that, don’t you. Being filled right up like that.”

“I do,” he moans. It’s fucking embarrassing, how much he likes it.

She fucks him a few times, quick and deep. He gasps and writhes at it. Oh, it’s so good. He wants more. And then she takes them out, just as fast. He goes soft into the blankets, unclenches his fists. Gia traces over his pussy lips, spreads the wet that leaks out of him.

“That’s a good boy,” she says. “You want your toy?”

Leo nods frantically into the cushion. “Yes.”

“Stay there,” Gia says. “I’m gonna show it to you first.”

“Okay,” Leo says, muffled. He’s not worried about sounding stupid, even though he should be. He props himself up on his elbows, watches Gia cross over to her bag, bend down to dig through it. She’s amazingly graceful. She knows she’s being watched, and she celebrates it, standing with her soft perfect hip cocked. The muscles in the backs of her legs are on full display, sharp and perfect and leading his eyes down to the tops of her high heels.

God, she’s pretty. He’s so distracted, he’s not even wondering what the toy could be, until she pulls it out, and at first, he can’t tell exactly what it is. It’s pale purple, and in a sort of U shape, and there’s one part that’s definitely a cock, nice and thick and straight and not too big. He’s not sure what the other part is for, a strange curving bulge. He doesn’t worry about it. He squirms in excitement and anticipation. Oh, he wants that in him.

She turns and sees his expression. (God, the way it looks in her hand.) Her beautiful hypnotic lips part in a smile. She dangles it from her hand by the curved part, wiggles it back and forth. He almost whimpers. It could be ridiculous but god it’s not, it’s brain-meltingly hot.

“You want this, baby?”

“Yes,” he whines. He doesn’t even know what it is and he wants it. She’s smiling at him, pleased, cocky. She walks over to where he’s lying propped up on his stomach and takes him by the hair and brings the toy to his mouth, and he opens it eagerly. She rubs it gently over his tongue. It’s cool, smooth silicone. The part that she’s putting in his mouth is a thick, round bulb that’s attached to the end of the shaft at an angle. He laves his tongue over it, and his spit streaks on the surface. This is making him so, so horny already, his mind going dumb and ready to be used.

She lets him go, carefully so he doesn’t fall over. “Turn over,” she says.

He scrambles to flop over onto his back, his arms braced behind him so he can see what she’s doing.

“Come here. Spread your legs.”

He scoots towards the edge of the mattress, his legs dangling off the side, his knees falling open. He’s nervous, but it’s overshadowed by his urgent eagerness and the reassurance that Gia knows what she wants him to do and is telling him. He doesn’t even think to hesitate to follow any order she gives him.

She looks so good standing between his legs, holding the toy that makes him drool, grinning down at him like she wants to eat him. He should be scared, maybe, with a girl he doesn’t know and all his power taken away from him. He’s not. It just makes him hotter, makes him dumber.

She bends down and puts one hand on his thigh to hold him open and rubs the spit-slicked bulb of the toy over his cunt. He gasps and his legs twitch open further. She presses her nails into his thigh to keep him down and his breath hitches at the little spike of pain and then in one thrust she pushes that thick bulb into his cunt.

“Fuck!” he yelps, more in surprise than pain, as it settles right behind his pubic bone, filling him up and pushing against the back of his cunt and against the inside of his bladder. His cunt clenches around the sudden intrusion. She’s holding it by the base of the shaft which is pressed up against his stomach and - oh. It looks like - he - it’s his.

She strokes her hand up the toy, and it moves inside him. He lets out a whine. Oh, it’s so good, it’s so good. It fills him up so well. The sight of her hand on it, her small, delicate fingers wrapped around the silicone, touching him touching inside him oh god. It’s so hot. So hot.

She pushes her thumb into the tip, and it presses against his clit, and he throws his head back and moans helplessly. He can still feel her, even when he can’t see her, moving it against him, jerking him off. He thought he wanted to be fucked but he could come like this. He gasps and whines as she works her hand, making it move inside him, so helpless under her.

Gia has other plans, though. She takes her hand off the toy and it settles stiff against his stomach. He pants, looking at it, trying to settle down. The purple head lolls against his stomach, the bulb on the end still pressing into him, shifting with every movement.

Gia carefully stands up off of him and leaves him. He can hear her rustling around behind him again. When she comes back she has a little round glass object that he can immediately tell is a butt plug. He shivers, interested and nervous in equal measure. He’s never tried that before.

She shows it to him, rests it on his stomach next to the tip of his cock. It’s small but not that small. His muscles clench just looking at it. It’s heavy and cold. The base is round and flared, and the whole thing is smooth, shiny glass. It’s maybe as big as two fingers at the widest part.

“Have you worn a plug before?” she asks him. He blushes hard and tells her no.

“Do you wanna try?”

He does. She has him sit back on the cushion, adds lube to the tip of the plug, rubs it against the stretched skin of his cunt, over the outside of his hole for just a second. He gasps and flinches at the cold of it. She rubs it in until it warms up a little bit and then presses the round tip of it against his hole, gently dipping the tip inside. He lets out a hard breath at the feeling of the cold glass pushing against his tight muscles, pushing inside, slow and slick but still intense and almost painful.

She presses it into him harder now, and he clamps down around it anxiously, and all of a sudden it hurts much more. He doesn’t know how much is inside, but it feels big.

She eases up and lets it slip out, and it feels like nothing, and he already feels sore. His muscles feel raw and strained. He hears the click of the bottle as she adds more lube. She rubs it into his hole, and he tenses nervously, and she tips the plug and starts pressing it into him again, slow and firm. He winces.

“Does it hurt?” she asks. She doesn’t stop pushing it into him. He feels himself take more, more than he did before, his hole opening up around it.

“‘S a little weird,” he says.

“Okay,” she says, “relax your muscles and then push against it.” That sounds like an oxymoron to Leo, but he tries to do it. She pushes back against him, and he feels it slip in further, not entirely comfortable, the glass hard and unyielding inside him. God, the way it’s stretching him open is so strange. It doesn’t feel like anything he’s felt before. It feels like his body doesn’t want it to happen, and it’s happening anyway.

“‘S it close?” he asks, feeling it in his guts, stretch and fullness like he’s never felt before. His voice is strained. It hurts a little.

“Yeah, almost there,” she says, holding the base against him, making him take more. Please, please let this be the biggest part. He squirms a little, trying to take more, trying to get away. It’s not going anywhere.

She puts her hand on his thigh and holds him down and gives one final, inescapable push, and he moans in pain as the breadth of it fills him up, and then it settles in place inside him, holding him open. Oh, god. It feels so full. He can feel the plug pushing up against the bulb in his cunt. Every tiny movement shifts everything inside him, and he feels like if he moves wrong he might break open and spill everything out of him.

“There it is,” she murmurs, stroking over the stretched outside of his cunt, “it’s in. Good puppy.” She presses on the base of the plug, and he yelps. It hurts every time it moves deeper. “It’s gonna get you used to being full down there.”

“Okay,” he breathes. He hopes he gets used to it. Right now it feels like almost too much. He doesn’t move for fear of shifting it.

Gia kneels on the mattress next to him, and from this angle he has to look up at her to see her face. She’s just in panties and a shirt, and as he looks she pulls her shirt over her head and drops it on the ground, and he stares up at the expanse of beautiful tan skin that she reveals. The dimpled plane of her stomach, the shape of her breasts from underneath. God, he wants to drown in her.

It must show on his face, because she smiles at him like an angel and cups his cheek in her hand, turning his face towards her. He blushes deep red at the lidded, molten look in her eyes, but this time, he’s not embarrassed. He just lets the heat wash over him.

She swings her leg over his shoulder and sits down lightly on his chest, still supporting some of her weight on her knees. He inhales sharply and sets his hands on her thighs, urging her closer. He knows what she wants from him, and he wants to give it. Her thighs are so soft around him, and her weight feels so good on top of him, and he feels so good like this, all full and completely used and completely submissive. When she moves up to kneel over his face he settles back against the cushions and half-closes his eyes. And then she’s hovering over him, just lightly but he can smell the metallic bite of her wetness, can feel the heat radiating from her.

Gently, hesitantly, he pulls her down towards him, opens his mouth against the soft heat of her cunt. She tastes sweet and salty and bitter. He licks her open, a little clumsy but firm and soft, and the taste of her spills onto his tongue. She’s so soft, so warm, so wet. He moans at it, and she feels it and sinks into him harder.

He licks at her hole, hungrily, intent on coaxing more wet out of her. He leaves her clit alone for now but his nose brushes against it, again and again when he bobs his head to suck at her folds. She makes little sounds, grunts, quiet moans when he laves his tongue over her opening, teasing sweet slick out of her. So he keeps doing just what he’s doing, waiting for her to direct him to do something different.

She does, when she gets impatient, grabs his short hair and holds him against her clit. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth and licks wet and messy, his tongue teasing over that hard nub over and over. She growls and holds him down harder and ruts against his tongue, so he holds still and lets her use him and then when he feels her legs start to tense around him he closes his mouth around her and sucks, and she grunts and gasps and pulls him off her by the hair before she comes. He blinks up at her, confused. She’s left her slick smeared all over his chin, and she’s dripping, he can see it.

She looks down at him, hot and predatory and as hungry as she’s ever been, and he realizes that she wants more.

She’s holding him down hard against the bed, holding him off her, and her thighs are trembling, the long corded muscles barely holding her up. He wonders that he could possibly have that effect on her. God, the way she looks at him, lidded and exhausted and still hungry like she’s gonna tear him apart and eat him. He feels like a piece of meat in front of her.

“Puppy,” she growls, and just that almost makes him groan out loud. “Puppy, I’m gonna fuck you now, yeah?”

“Yes,” he groans, his body clenching around where he’s stuffed open. She climbs off him and drags her bag over and searches through it, and he squeezes his thighs together in anticipation and feels the hard line of his cock pressing into his clit between them, the bulb rocking inside him. He whimpers.

She drags the strappy harness up her legs, and as she yanks the leather tighter it bites into her thighs and her stomach and his mouth waters. The ring settles against the black background of her underwear, and gleams in the shitty overhead light. She turns to the side to tighten it around her other leg and the way the strap cuts into the bottom of her ass makes her look so big, so powerful. He wants her on top of him so badly.

He wants to see what she’s going to fuck him with. He rolls over to watch her look for it.

“Turn over,” she says when she sees him. He obeys, ending up on his hands and knees because it’s too sensitive to lie on his stomach with the cock pressed up against him like that. He waits as she pulls out a mostly pink, soft dildo with a flared base. And he whimpers when her hand closes around it, because holy fuck it’s big. Not, like, unrealistic, her little hand can still wrap around it easily, but definitely big for him.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, “Gia, that’s big.”

“No it’s not,” she says, tucking it into the ring, coming towards him, taking his hair in her fist. She pulls his head back to look up at it, and oh, god, yes it is. It has a wide strip of orange and purple in the middle, and it’s so heavy it sags down in the harness, dipping towards his face. “Look, it fits in my hand. You’ll see, open your mouth.”

Leo half-whimpers again and opens his mouth, and she shoves her cock inside it. Oh, it fills his mouth so full. His lips stretch around it. It’s soft and it’s pressing against his palate and down on his tongue. Just the head is in and it’s filling him all the way up. There’s nowhere else for it to go. Leo is almost going to choke already, and he feels so small, so fucking helpless. She holds his hair and slides it back on his tongue a little and he gags lightly, and thank god she doesn’t force it, just lets him choke around it a little.

“Good puppy,” she husks, holding him down while he chokes. He coughs and drools and struggles to breathe through his nose. When she pulls him off her a thick, sticky strand of spit connects his mouth to her cock. He feels fuzzy.

“Good boy,” she tells him. She rubs his drool down the shaft of it. “Get it wet for me.” The slick makes webs between her fingers. Leo is drooling for it, already has his mouth open. She pushes back in, and Leo’s eyes shut in contentment. It feels so nice to have his mouth full like that.

She pushes straight back into his throat, and it’s sore, and he chokes again. She growls and holds him down. His eyes flutter, the back of his throat forced open, thick ropes of drool already pooling under his tongue. He’s hard and swollen around the bulb inside him. He struggles for breath, and chokes again, harder, and she lets him go. He coughs and drools and it drips down his chin and from the thick head of her cock. She catches some of it in her hand. God, that’s so dirty. Leo watches her smear it over her cock, streaking on the silicone. He feels so fucking filthy, looking at that thick, wet fucking mess he made.

“I’m gonna fuck you with this now,” she tells him, and if he wasn’t already dumb and drooling he would be now. His tummy feels full and hard and hot and he’s brainless, needs nothing but that cock inside him, needs her to make it fit. She sees it on his face and laughs at him, puts her fingers in his mouth, drags the drool from his tongue. He whines.

She takes her fingers out and grabs his jaw and shakes his head back and forth like a toy, and his eyes half-shut and he moans a little. She laughs at him again and slaps him across the cheek, lightly. He makes a pathetic helpless sound of arousal. He feels so dumb right now. She could probably step on him and he would thank her.

She reaches around to tweak the plug in his ass, and he yelps. He had almost forgotten it was there, but moving it makes it feel just as sore and stretched as it did when she put it in. He arches away from it. God, it does make him feel nice and full, though, pushing against the bulb in his cunt, making it better. He kind of likes it.

She tugs on it again, harder. The thick part of it pulls against the rim of his hole. Oh, fuck, he has no idea how she’s going to get that out. It’s so thick and the glass is hard and unyielding, stretching him open forcefully as she pulls back on it.

“Look at that,” she murmurs, easing it further out, the thickest, roundest part pressing against his hole. She brushes her thumb over his pink stretched skin and he whimpers. It’s so sensitive. He imagines what he must look like right now, both his holes stuffed and cock hard against his tummy, that glass plug spreading him so open and showing Gia everything. Drooling and whining for it on his hands and knees.

She twists it, and tugs it insistently further, and oh he feels it like his muscles are going to tear, sharp shooting pain radiating outwards. He makes a sound that’s halfway between dumb arousal and real fear, and embarrassingly loud.

She laughs at him. “That sensitive?” she asks, and rubs her thumb over the raised outside of his hole where it’s stretched around the plug. He whimpers again, helplessly. “This is gonna feel so good for you, puppy.” She tugs gently and can’t get it any further out, his poor hole tight and tense around it. “Relax. Let it out.”

He does, and she gently wiggles it inside him and softly tugs and slowly, finally, it stretches him open until he just can’t take it anymore and then the biggest part is out and the rest slips out easy, dropping into her hand. Oh, it feels so weird to be empty now. He feels raw and sore and open. He can feel the wet slickness of lube inside him. It makes him feel like a sex doll. It makes him want to be full again. He wants it so bad, knows it would feel so fucking good…

“There we go,” she purrs, the plug set aside and her hands on his ass, gripping into the muscle. “Goood boy.” He feels the cushion dip behind him under her weight, and when he turns she has her knee propped up on it. Her hand comes to his waist. It’s heavy and grounding and nice. She strokes his side, and guides him back a little and he feels the blunt head of her silicone cock rub against his ass.

“Oh,” he says, belatedly. “Oh - no - I can’t-” It’s hard to think clearly enough to say it. “I can’t do that, it’s too big.” Fuck. He sounds like a porn actor. She’s not gonna listen to him. He almost isn’t listening to himself, a big, blurry part of him wanting to give up protesting and just take it. The other part of him knows how much it’s going to hurt, though, how fucking stupid it is to let her fuck him with that when he can barely take a little plug. His breathing picks up, catching in the top of his chest, making him dizzy.

“Yes you can, puppy,” she says, pressing herself against his back. Oh, fuck. The thick length of her rubs against him, and it short-circuits his brain, shuts down the part that’s scared. God, he fucking wants that inside him. He can’t stop himself from moaning pathetically into his hand.

“Yes, baby,” she groans, rutting her hips against him a little, mindlessly. “That’s it. Gonna feel so good.” He’s gonna let her. He knows it. He’s too stupid to fight it.

She gropes around for the bottle of lube and finds it, and clicks it open and drizzles some haphazardly onto him. He whines and twitches at the cold. God, he’s pathetic, he knows it, so stupidly reactive, such a fucking slut he’s gonna let Gia hurt him just to get her cock inside him. Even worse because he gets wetter at the thought. She uses the head of her cock to rub the lube into his hole and he cries out at just that, just the feeling of her close to being inside him.

“Please,” he chokes. Please don’t, he means. Please fuck me is how it comes out. Gia growl-laughs at him.

“Yes,” she says. “Yes.”

She takes the shaft of her cock in her hand and presses the head into his hole. He feels the cold, blunt roundness against him, pushed harder, the very tip forcing him open just a little and holy shit, he is never going to be able to take it it’s so big. He moans. She pushes harder, and it slips out, and she forces it right back into him, opening him up a tiny bit more and it hurts it hurts it hurts. Oh god, it feels incredible. He’s never felt like this before. It hurts and it feels impossibly big and the stretch is like being forced past his limits and he needs it. His mouth falls open and hangs there.

She uses her thumb to hold it in this time and rocks her hips forward, and his body refuses to open up any more. Instead he’s forced forward over his wrists and almost falls onto his tummy. Gia catches him by the waist and holds him up and tells him to stay still, and then she rocks her hips forward slowly, forcefully, holding him against her and guiding herself inside him. It slips in another centimeter. Every time she moves inside him he feels like he’s gonna burst, like he can’t possibly take any more than this. He doesn’t even think the whole head is in. It’s still getting wider. Fuck, he’s scared again. And so turned on his guts ache.

“You’re doing good,” she tells him. “This is right for you, you’re gonna see. I’m gonna make it fit.”

“Okay,” he squeaks, trusting that she knows what she’s doing because it seems impossible that this is ever going to be anything but pain. He doesn’t think he can take it that thick, he really doesn’t. It’s so far beyond anything he’s ever done. It hurts so much he almost sees stars.

Suddenly she grips into his waist and pushes in hard, and he feels the rest of the head slip in and settle inside him. He clenches his hands into the sheets and yells, a loud, painful “Ah!” that he bites back as soon as he can control himself. It feels so big that he’s pushed out of his own body. The sensation is strange and hot and pulsing, and it takes him over. He can’t think, can’t feel anything but the impossible stretch inside him. Ripples of pain radiate through his whole core. And he knows there’s still more.

“Hah,” she grunts, “fuck, there it is, puppy, feel so good.” Her hands are dug so deep into him. He can feel her bent over his back, the heat of her body against his. He cries out again. The hurt comes in big, pulsing waves.

She rocks her hips further. He yelps in pain. She’s holding back a little, pretending to care about his noises, but he knows all she wants is to be inside him, and she barely gives him any break before she tries again, pushing him forward and down until he falls onto his stomach trying to get away from her. As soon as his front hits the cushions he feels a startling, overwhelming shift inside him, the bulb of his cock jiggled by the impact. It presses straight up against where she’s inside his guts. Holy shit, holy shit holy shit holy shit. He moans, high and lyrical.

“Oh, my god,” he breathes, “holy fuck feels good.”

“Aw,” she says, already holding him down, heavy on top of him, pinning him between her body and the cushion. “Are you all full, puppy?”

“Yes,” he gasps. “Oh my god yes. It’s all—” He cuts himself off as she pushes forward, slowly, forcing a little more inside. The head is already in and it’s smooth and it goes easy. “Hooooly shit Gia please hurts. ‘S full, so fucking full.” He can’t even string together a sentence to ask her to stop.

“Good boy,” she says. “That’s a goood, good boy. You’re gonna take all of it for me, aren’t you? Gonna feel so good.”

He can’t tell her no. He can’t say anything. All he can do is gasp and moan and try not to cry as she slowly, slowly forces herself further inside him, until his stomach hurts with it. He can’t move, he’s so full. The different sensations of the cock in his ass and the bulb in his cunt and the shaft on his clit have blended together into an indistinguishable mass of pain, stretch, burn, pressure, pleasure.

Finally, finally, she settles all the way inside him, the front of her thighs settled flush against his body. He’s breathing quick and strained from the pain.

“There you go,” she murmurs, distractedly, her hands busy smoothing over his ass, playing with him. She cups him with her palm and her thumb and spreads him open a little, and he feels that stretch behind everything else, an ache in his muscles. He moans, wavering, unguarded, overwhelmed, into the cushion.

Slowly at first, carefully, she rocks back, drawing out of him. Oh, god, this is just as hard as the plug was. He tries to relax and let it out. Thank god she’s careful, and gives him another glob of lube, rubbed into his rim right where he’s stretched around her cock. He fucking whines at that too, because god he’s sensitive there, his hole stretched and wet and pink. His leg twitches up at the cold of it.

She draws out until the ridge of the head is just tugging at his hole, and then pushes back in, filling him straight back up with what feels like bruising force. He feels it press against his cunt from the outside as it goes in. It’s viscerally creepy, like he could just tear right open, and dirty, and stupidly hot. She growls softly as she fills him. He knows what he must look like, face buried in the cushion, his little waist and his broad shoulders and his little pink hole opening up obscenely around her, his cunt drooling around his cock. It just makes him wetter.

She pulls out and thrusts in again, her cock almost slipping out and then fucking all the way deep inside him. He moans, twists his fingers into the fabric.

“Oh, good,” she tells him. “You’re such a little slut for it. I knew you’d like this.”

He can only respond with another high moan as she thrusts again, picking up the pace a little, starting to fuck him slow and steady. It does feel good, now that he’s settling into it, the deep rocking thrusts that move everything inside him against his g-spot. He already knows he can’t come from this but this feels fucking better than coming, better than anything he’s done alone.

She pulls out and fucks him again and he groans, legs going lax. The force of her fucking rocks his body on the cushion and he flops like a ragdoll, blissfully, dumbly overwhelmed with sensation. He can feel her hips against his ass with every thrust, filling him up, up to his guts, so fucking deep and stretched and open that he can’t do anything but lie there and take it.

“Ohhh, ohh, ohh,” Gia moans, lost in the feeling of him, rubbing herself hard against the base of her cock. He whines and clenches around her. “You wanna come? Wanna come for me, baby?”

“Fuuck,” Leo chokes out, “yes, yes I do, please.”

“I’m gonna-” she cuts herself off with a gritted groan “-gonna turn on the vibration, go on and fuck your little cock against the mattress for me, puppy.”

“Okay,” Leo whimpers. “Okay, I-” she reaches around his body and flicks a hidden button and the bulb whirrs to life inside him, and he cuts himself off with a muffled scream. He can’t even muster the energy to move himself, so he just clings desperately to the sheets and pants, the vibrations inside him and on his clit filling him up filling him up radiating out and higher and higher until he comes hard with another shuddered scream. His body clenches down in waves, around the cock in his ass and the bulb stuffing his cunt, and still the vibrations press against his clit and he comes again, his fingers twisting in the sheets, his eyes actually rolling towards the back of his head. He trembles as he comes down from it, every muscle in his body suddenly feeling like rubber.

“Fuck,” he gasps, when he can breathe again, He doesn’t think he can move. His face is pressed into the cushion, and his mouth is open, and it’s wet. He’s drooling.

His cunt hurts. His clit is somewhere between numb and pain. His tummy is sore from tightening so hard.

When Gia moves inside him, he almost shrieks, all the pain and the little bit of pleasure too much. She pulls out a little and then pushes back in, and Leo whines and writhes. The vibrator is still on, and it feels like torture. He gasps out that it hurts.

“Boys hurt when they cum,” she tells him, and keeps fucking him. “I’m not done so you’re gonna take it until I am, huh? You wanna be a good boy?” He can hear the strained pleasure in her voice. She’s almost all the way on top of him, holding him down with her weight so he can only struggle a little against the mattress. She’s so, so deep inside, so deep it’s hurting his stomach.

“I - fuck - I - it does, it does, it hurts, please make it - make it -” There’s no fucking end to that sentence, his mind is mush, useless. His cunt clamps down pathetically around the bulb. He has no control over his muscles anymore, his cunt twitching and clenching with endless aftershocks, his hole hurt and violated and full.

“That’s it.” She sounds absent, focused, lost in the feeling of fucking him. “You’re a good fucking boyslut. Wanna be a fucking cumdump for me?”

“Hh— ah,” is the only response he can make to that. Fuck, it hurts so much. It feels so good. He can’t think. If he could, he would think that he’s meant to be hurt. That this is what he’s made for.

Gia winds her fingers into his hair and holds on the same way his hands are twisted in the sheets. He cries out again for her. She’s gonna come, he can tell by the way she holds him against her so desperately, legs tensing on top of his. “Fuck,” she groans, “fuck, fuck, gonna come in your little fucking cumdump hole, come on, scream for me.” And he does, gasping at the ache as she forces herself deep and holds him there, until he feels her tremble against him, her hips bucking impossibly deeper as she comes.

After, she collapses over his back, her whole weight pressing inside him and her chest against his shoulder blades. She doesn’t bother to turn off his vibe or pull out of him. His body clenches down uselessly around her, and she can’t even feel it. He has to beg her to get up off of him and let it be over. When she finally slips out of him, flicking the vibrator off soon after, he can feel his hole wink weakly open, aching, emptiness feeling strange now. His clit throbs sharply.

He rolls onto his back, and watches her unbuckle her harness and throw it to the side. She comes to sit by him on the bed, and rubs the sharp points of her nails through the short hair on the back of his neck.

He thinks of telling her how bad that hurt. Something in him wants to. Make sure that never happens again. Another part of him doesn’t want her to go any softer next time. He stays quiet and lets her scratch behind his ears, like a puppy.

#wlw #lesbian #gendersoupfic #wlw ns/fw #wlw nsft #trans nsft #overstim nsft #commissions open

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iheartchv · 1 year

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Can you do a vampire Donnie x F!Reader but in the 2012 series and with prompts and can you do a lemon for it too

89. Mating season 74. “Just relax.” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 58. Turtle bedroom 142. “Bite me.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 123. “Don’t hold back.” 5. “MINE.” 32. “Do you trust me?” and Turning into a vampire

Could you add this to your Masterlist

// sorry if this seems rushed ;^_^7

//edit 1: I just realized that the full ending didnt save before I posted so.... I'll edit this very soon

//edit 2: I shortened the original ending because there is no way I was going to be able to write all of that again

Donnie and Reader are 18+; this was written by an adult for adults. No one under 18 please.

Donnie told you not to worry, but how could you not worry when he started looking a pale green while hunched over his lab table, working day in and day out to cure whatever "blood disease" he caught from being bitten by some sort of mutated bat. You don't know how much longer he could withstand this, because he was getting weaker. Standing beside him, you begged for him to get some rest.

"Please, Donnie, you've got to get some kind of rest or you won't get better."

"I can't. I got to find the cure before-"

He suddenly fainted. You caught him before he fell to the ground. You helped ease him back in his comfy computer chair.

“Just relax.”

You couldn't stop thinking about the feel of his reptilian skin just now, how cold it was. You took his hand to press onto your warm cheek. What kind of disease was this? And what did he mean? Before what?

Leo, Mikey, and Raph helped you carry Donnie to his room. You adjusted and tried your best to make the bed comfortable enough for him. His breathing was slow, shallow. You hated seeing him like this.

"I know. We're worried, too." Leo reassured you.

"We can keep an eye on him, and call ya if somethings up. Get some sleep." Raph told you.

"Yeah, we'll take your place." Mikey said as he gave you a hug. You hugged him back. You tried your best not to cry; you cared for the turtles but you cared a whole lot for Donnie, and if anything happened to him...

"Thanks, guys. I'll see you."

You left the lair, tears falling down your cheeks. The mental picture of Donnie's ill stricken face haunted your thoughts. It wasn't going to be easy to get any sleep at all.

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It's been a couple of days now (although he doesn't know yet its been that long). Donnie had long ago drifted into a long deep sleep and entered dream land. Y/N was there because she was the last thing he saw before blacking out from exhaustion. Then he remembered what he was going to say to her. Thoughts that he pushed to the back of his mind resurfaced. Thoughts of kissing her, tasting her lips, her skin... and her blood. No longer did he feel freezing cold, but felt a pain like fire and ice rushing through his veins, making him stir from his slumber.... He tried so hard to do something before mating season came... He was afraid this would happen. And try as he might, he couldnt stop thinking about wanting her, to make her his...

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Your tphone rung. You never rushed to answer it so quickly. "Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N."

"Donnie! You're okay."

"Well, sort of. I'm feeling much better than before. Anyway, I was wondering if you could come to the lair and let me run a test. Its just to see how this virus would infect humans. And don't worry, I'll just need a drop of... blood."

You heard him gulp before he said the word blood. There was something about the tone in his voice, like he was hiding something. But still you agreed to go to the lair and help Donnie out with whatever he needed.

"Yeah. I'll be there soon. I'm glad that you're alright."

Upon entering the lair you was met with silence. It was weird to not hear any noise. You went to Donnie's lab to find him sitting in his chair and looking into a microscope, just like a couple of days ago. He wasn't his usual green shade, but at least he was recovering.

"Y/n, please take a seat. I'll be right with you."

"Mhmm."

You sat in the chair next to his table, waiting. You expected him to hug you and felt saddened when he didn't. It made you wonder if he was really alright... After a minute or so, Donnie got up from his seat and made his way to you. You looked up at him from anxiously twiddling your fingers.

"So, what's with this test, exactly?"

"I've got a sample of my blood with this virus underneath the microscope. I'll just..." He gingerly took your hand and upturned it in his palm while with his other hand he grabbed a tiny needle to prick the pad of your finger.

"Ah~" you softly gasped and winced.

"Oh, sorry."

He grabbed a glass slide and scrapped the drop of blood that pooled at your fingertip. Then he gave a hesitant kiss on your finger and quickly went to work. You couldn't stop your heart from beating and your cheeks heating up from what just happened.

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When she walked through the door, her scent invaded his nostrils. He tried to keep his composure. He didn't want scare her with his sudden movements. As soon as her blood surfaced Donnie was met with an aroma so good it made his mouth water. He wanted a taste. A little wasn't going to hurt, was it?

Maybe he shouldn't have done that, because now thoughts of devouring her was stronger now than ever. He could hear her heart beating, which confirmed his assumptions.

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You wanted to break this uncomfortable silence. You racked your brain to come up with something, anything. "Uhm, what's up with everyone? I didn't see or hear anyone around."

"I told them to isolate themselves, in case this was contagious to mutants... and to not leave until I gave the okay..." He noticed your silence and read your mind, too.

"Oh..."

For some reason you felt like Donnie was hiding something or not speaking the whole truth. But he was studying the blood samples so maybe that's why his focus wasn't on you.

"Sooo... anything yet?"

"The virus is taking over your blood cells as well. It has vampire like characteristics. That means..." he trailed off as he stood from his seat. No, he couldn't let you suffer from this vampiric virus. However the urge to bite and drink your blood was almost overwhelming.

"It's also contagious to other living beings if bitten... and turns them into a vampire?" You pieced it all together. Donnie was bitten by a mutated vampire bat, turning him into a vampiric mutant turtle.

"Yes..." A looming silence fell in the room. "I will continue to work on an antidote, but I need to feed on... blood if I am to survive long enough to do that. I don't have enough time to create that and a substitute for blood at the same time." He was so hungry, so thirsty at the same time. He wouldn't even be able to concentrate.

“Bite me.”

Donnie whipped his around so fast to look at you with wide eyes. Did he hear you right? Did you just-?

"What?"

"Bite me. Feed off of me if you need to." you said, exposing the side of your neck.

His dark brown gaze eyed your smooth skin, hearing the blood that flowed underneath. His muscles quivered as he struggled to not lose control, to not grab you and have his way with you right then and there. Mind over instinct, mind over instinct.

“Do you trust me?”

"You've never hurt me, Donnie. Please, I just want to help you."

He let out a long exhale. He didn't realize he'd been holding his breath. "Well, if that's what you want to do, I can't stop you," he small smiled at you. "Let's take this to my room. You'll want to rest on a bed afterward."

In his room, you tried to mentally prepare yourself for what you were going to experience. Randomly you thought of what Donnie tried to tell you before he blacked out. You asked him.

"Uhm, what did you mean a couple of days ago by 'I got to find the cure before'? Before what?"

"The reason why I tried to hurry with this antitode is because mating seasons around the corner. Well, it's actually here, now. Aaand that's another reason why I told everyone to stay in their rooms." Donnie told you, scratching the back his head in embaressment. "That's what I tried to tell you before."

You knew about the mating season of turtles, and other animals, because of documentaries, but would there be any differences since Donnie is a humanoid turtle?

"Though we are mutated to be human like, we still have turtle characteristics, so no, we're no different than our non mutated kin." He answered.

You blushed. All this time while you've been alone with your thoughts since you came down here, he's known what was on your mind. "S-stop reading my mind, Don."

His mouth curved into a smirk. The way his eyes darkened made your heart pound harder. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” he softly chuckled. "I know you've got feelings for me. I... I do, too. I've been wanting to kiss you for some time."

Donnie titled your chin and he looked into your eyes. "Will you let me?" He must've noticed ( or read your mind again xD ) you looked still a little uncertain of how all of this is supposed to go. Then in an instant your train of thought was nothing but on Donnie. His gaze was just so... hypnotizing. They seemed to glow an unnatural color, but they were still so beautiful.

"Yes~" you softly replied.

He slowly and gently pressed his mouth to yours kissed you, a hand wrapping around your waist.“Lay back and let me take care of you.” You heard his voice in your mind; you knew it had to have been because his lips were still on yours.

As soon as your back touched the matress, you closed your eyes and immersed yourself in this moment. Piece by piece clothes were peeled away. He slowly played with your body, studying every curve, memorizing the places you liked being touched. "Let me make you feel good, my sweet," he'd said and you had surrendered yourself completely to him and the fire his touch left behind.

His hands cupped your breasts while his mouth took turns sucling on your pert nipples. "Donnie~~" you mewled as your body wriggled, being taken over by desire. You wanted more. You softly moaned as you arched your back, telling him you wanted more. You whimpered as he made his way to your clenched thighs that tried to ease the ache between them. "Please don't stop."

It took everything he had to not lose himself. He hungered for you in so many ways. Gently he slid your pants and underwear down and off your legs. He was met with a gorgeous sight. Your pink slit was already glossed with arousal. He could smell you. And as much as he really wanted a taste, he had to fulfill your wish. He lied beside you and then pulled your backside against him.

"I'm going to touch you, now, but I'll be gentle, okay?" he whispered near your ear. "I'm going to make you orgasm first before we go further."

"Okay" you breathlessly let out.

Donnie smoothly snaked his hand down your belly to your core. Your body shivered at the first touch on your bud. "You're wet, so soft..." Then his fingertip slid down to your opening, nudging it just a little. "And so warm..." he purred.

You couldn't help but to groan at the pleasure you were feeling now. Your body was confused as to where your hips should move: up into his hand or to arch your back and have your bottom grind against his lower plastron. You felt pressure building as he alrernated between playing with your nub and slide his finger inside you, brushing along your gspot.

"Donnie!~"

He knew you were close. His other arm looped under and up around you to cup your breast, his thumb twirling around the nipple, while his other hand pleasured you in unison. The sounds you made excited him. He could hear your heart beating and your blood rushing so fast.

"That's it, y/n, you can do it. I've got you. Don’t hold back.”

Lewd sounds escaped you as you neared your climax. Your hands held onto his arms as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over, until the final one. Your breath quickened, and you cried out as the knot that was wound up in your lower belly finally came unraveled. Your slick walls clenched around his digit.

"D-Don~ Donnie~"

"Yes, princess, you're mine. MINE.”

As you came, Donnie's fangs retracted and bit your neck, drinking your blood. The pain quickly became pleasure, melding into the bliss you were already feeling. Having his fill he licked the puncture wounds to try to close it. He felt better having blood in his system. You had blacked out from the intensity of the love making, but he held you, waiting for the process to be complete. The virus seemed to spread faster in nonmutated organisms, so maybe it wouldnt take you so long to become a vampire.

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You fluttered your eyes and found yourself in Donnie's arms. He smiled down at you, his fangs showing. You then felt to see if you had... yes, you had fangs, as well.

"How are feeling?"

"I'm a little... thirsty."

He gave you his wrist. "Here, I'll let you feed off me. Or..." He pointed to his neck. "You can bite me here, if you want." He blushed.

You giggled. "I'll just sink my fangs into your wrist. I don't want to accidently tear... anything..."

"Don't worry, I'll teach you where it'll be okay to feed from without worries."

He let out a gasp and then softly moaned when your new fangs pierced his flesh to draw blood. If this was even a fraction of what you felt, then he he wanted to experience the same pleasure he gave you.

When you were done, he rolled you over on your back. It took you by surprise but it kinda turned you on to see Donnie's smouldering gaze. He kissed you hard and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into you.

Donnie's fingers and tongue touched and licked every inch of you. He was making sure you were more than ready for him. Because playtime was over. And he didn't waste no time getting you into position on your hands and knees. He spread you wide and started sliding inside your soaked pussy.

You moaned as he stretched you to your limits, probably past your limits. He didn't stop until he felt the start of your cervix, pulled back and slammed back inside. It took your breath away, but as soon as you took a breath Donnie started pounding away at you. His eyes glowed whitish blue and his fangs were bared. The grip on your hips was going to be left bruised, as well as your insides, but what you were feeling was beyond anything you could've imagined. All you could do was grip his sheets and hold on for the ride.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #donnie #donatello #donniexreader #ask #request #lemon #smut #vampire tmnt #vampire donnie #vampire #tmnt au

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Time to Ramble about Clan Hamato-Verd vs. The Turtle-verse

(title a wip)

Because there WILL be a multi-chapter fic about that at some point and I like how much I can DO with the multiverse in play. And I have so much brainrot over all the lil adventures so y'all get a sneak peek!

There are no rules saying that I cant reuse canon universes that have already appeared! (Cause I'm writing the 'rules' lol) Becasue I have a VERY strong mental idea of how I want Chula to intervene with the 2003 Leo vs the Foot.

Chula actually brings no turtles on this trip. CJ is the one who tags along and they split up to go find any signs of the turtles (they're making a network to try and track down Astra and the Clones and the turtles are the most likely people to hear news about them because 'turtle luck'). CJ actually finds them first, right as Leo is being tossed into April's apartment.

CJ stays outside for most of the fight, picking off ninja who are trying to go in and overwhelm the turtles. He manages to shoot a message to Chula that he needs her NOW and dives into the fight inside about the same time as adult Casey does.

Casey questions if the kid is stealing his thing, CJ says he'll explain later and its a long story and April yells that CJ needs to get out of here and that this is too dangerous for a kid. And CJ is like 1) hell no. 2) then explain the 3 fifteen year old turtles who are very much in the thick of this fight

The fight goes on, CJ is actually doing VERY well in it (foot ninja are easier to fight than alien death machines, who knew?) And then Shredder shows up, doing his lil speech about how he's going to burn the turtles to the ground, blah, blah, blah.

Then CJ, from the front of the shop, his back to the door, says that Shredder should consider calling this attack quits and leaving while he can. And, of course, Shredder and Hun think this kid is being ridiculous, the Foot has the upper hand after all and what can this skinny little teen playing at being a hero do?

And CJ's like 'Maybe I can't take all of you-" lighting crash, dramatically revealing Chula's form towering behind Casey, light catching her visor in just the right way so you can see one, furious, glowing green eye. "But Mrs. Verd is gonna make sure none of you leave alive."

cue a massive battle montage where Chula gets to peel Shredder out of his mech suit and is more than happy to rip his tiny alien form apart while CJ covers the Splinterson's escape.

CJ takes everyone back to the Tortuga, where Leo is quickly attended to with bacta that has him making weeks of recovery in minutes. And by the time hes up and asking what happened, Chula returns, most of the blood on her armor washed away by rain but gleefully showing off the new Shredder helm that is to be added to her collection

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Chula finds a sainw don and finds his dimension where his fam is not dead yet and she takes the role of prime 03 don and helps them overthrow the shredder

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Chula gets a habit of collecting turtles from bad timelines that starts with her finding a Rise Universe where the Krang Invasion succeeds and the 4 turts are the last ones standing

F!Leo is knocked out by the time Chula gets there so the other three have no escape route and are just trying to protect their Leo.

Meanwhile, F!Leo goes down and his last thought is that he's going to die. Only to wake up to a younger version of him in baggy pants and a poncho grinning and telling him "Heeeeey, I'm your lil bro now! And tall, dark, and scary in the corner is your mom!"

And F!Leo is just, '....this is not how I imagined hell.'

Meanwhile, F!Donnie is just happy to be on a spaceship that ISN'T trying to kill him

(See also, Past rise kids fighting for Chula's attention with the Future Rise kids. Maybe a subplot where the past kids think maybe Chula would prefer to hang out with other adults or/and Future boys thinking she'd prefer the younger, undamaged versions. (she loves both. both past and future versions are her boys))

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In the same vein as that, Chula trying to 'adopt' turtles but they refuse.

I think CJ is actually from another dimension instead of the future so, Chula is thankfully doing a solo run when she finds CJ's home reality and find Master Leonardo, alive but not for much longer without treatment.

Chula, of course, trys to help him but he pushes her away and begs her to just let him die. He wants his brothers, he's tired, he wants to go home.

And, as much as it hurts, Chula understands on some level. So she sits with Leonardo until he dies and holds a burial ceremony for him when he does. She thinks she sees a flicker before she leaves, someone in the corner of her eye that almost looks like Leo.

She doesn't dwell on it and moves on to the next reality.

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Chula drops into the 2007 universe and finds out that Leo is off in the jungle and no one has gotten word from him in a while....she leaves the Lair and is back in about 3 hours with a very confused and screeching Leo hog-tied over her shoulder and asking, "who the hell thought separating you boys was a good idea?!"

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She meets Shredder from the 1990 movie....

She is not impressed and pretty much just bitch slaps him

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I do not really like the Bayverse movies but I like the idea of Chula meeting them and being like, "Holy hell, a set of your four that are taller than me! Now that's a new one.'

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But we also gotta posit Chula meeting other versions of herself. Maybe the Feral Chula from the non-canon crossover I did with Feral Leo. Or a Chula that never left Death Watch and ended up in the Empire's ranks. Or a Chula who grew up with both parents, or grew up with her mom on Lasan and became an Honor Guard.

Hell, Chula meeting other versions of ASTRA. An Astra who stubbornly stuck to the Jedi code and never tried to form a relationship with her Chula. An Astra who DID join her father in his slaving business. An Astra who ended up becoming a Sith. An Astra that ran away with Seena and they both became mercenaries dodging the bounty their father put on them.

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Okay, this ones a lil dark and simi inspired by a vague memory of a comic I saw ages ago. From what I remember from the comic, Splinter was a lot more abusive to the boys and was training them so they could take down the foot clan. And Leo ended up killing Splinter because Splints told Leo to kill Donnie because Donnie wasn't taking the training seriously enough/was doing poorly.

SO! In my scenario, the setup is pretty much that but they're pre-teens. Leo agrees but says he should take Donnie away from the Lair so Raph and Mikey won't interfere. Splinter is like 'Whatever, just get rid of him'

Leo takes Donnie far away from the Lair and tells him that he has to run far away or SPlinter will kill them both. Donnie does as Leo asks and Leo kills a rat on his way back, showing the blood on his blade as 'proof'

Donnie runs pretty far and collapses at one point. But his crying attracts the attention of a certain Mandalorian who's looking for the turtles of this dimension.

She, of course, goes to check on Donnie and Donnie is distrustful at first but he's also a pre-teen who has had very little to no positive attention from anyone but his brothers (and even then, only when they were sure Splinter wasn't able to hear/see them)

And Chula asks if Donnie wants to stay with her (assuming that he's alone) and he begs her to take his brothers with her too.

She agrees, now very confused as to whats happening. Donnie is clearly in bad shape, do these turtles just not have a Splinter? And if that's the case, why is Donnie alone?

But Donnie is getting excited as he leads her to the Lair because he and his brother don't have to live with Splinter anymore! He gets so excited that, when they get close enough to the Lair, he breaks away from Chula and runs into the Lair-

Only to come face to face with Splinter. And Splinter is furious because Leo lied to him and the 'weak' one is back and now he has to handle this himself because Leo clearly is not the good student he thought he was-

Except, when he goes to strike Donnie, screaming murder and vengeance, he's stopped by a massive, clawed hand grabbing him up and slamming him to the ground hard enough that something cracked.

All the turtles stare in shock as Chula towers over Splinter. She'd taken her helmet off with Donnie before so they get to see the pure rage on her face. But it's gone when she turns to Donnie and quietly tells him to go pack his things and tell the others to do the same.

Splinter can't move but he still screams at the boys to attack, to defend their master. Not one moves to help him. They all scurry away, leaving Chula to freely drag Splinter out into the sewers.

The adventure ends with Chula adopting four pre-teen turtles that have no interest in learning any kind of fighting and she is perfectly happy with that and takes every chance she can to shower them in love and cuddles and constant reminders that they never have to fight for her.

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And so much more! Everything is on the table! Even fan iterations! (there are a few I would very much want to play with ngl)

#lone hunter and turtle #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #star wars #tmnt au #midnight talks #oc

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