#Donnie x Peter

[angeldiarybook]

Hey yall… send request please 😼

Mostly for scream 1996 cast,the outsiders and TWD😭but I’ll take any request for these prompts

[psychwxrdd]

wellcome to my blog!

🐰ྀི🐻ིྀ

ᯓ★ 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝒶 - 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝓊𝓂𝓅𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓈

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about me

please don't read or interact if you're a minor

requests are closed for now, this is a side blog so i'm not allowed to follow but my dm is always open feel free to talk or vent about anything <3

masterlist 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

donnie darko 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

dark! donnie headcannons -

spanking session with donnie darko -

perv! step bro

corruption kink

greedy

rumours

perv! step bro pt2

shy neighbour (dark! donnie)

doll

holden worther 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

if you love me hardcore, then don't walk away

rafe cameron 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

cat and mouse - you end things with dark! rafe due to his obsessive and controlling behaviour

you - rafe loses his shit when he finds out you're dating jj.

he just loves to eat you out

drug dealer! rafe is a love sick puppy

the collector (1965) series

fake chat

unfixable

i just wanted to hear the sound of your voice

jake gyllenhaal 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

34 + 35

moodboard

louis bloom 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

dollhouse

prey hcs

detective loki 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

nothing else matters

tattoo artist

daddy

roman godfrey 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

yandere! roman

tag, you're it

roman's spoiled girlfriend

happiness is a butterfly

crazy

jj maybank 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

you know where to find me, and i know where to look

always there for you

jj x asian girlfriend

yeonjun (txt) 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

vampire empire

[hyperfizationss]

𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓼 𝓲 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 ♥︎♥︎♥︎

If you see something that says closed next to a fandom it means I’m currently not active in the fandom,feel free to still request tho!

𝓐𝓽𝓼𝓿: 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭

-Miles morales 🖍️

-Gwen Stacy 🩰

-pavitr prabhakar🪀

-Hobie brown🎸

-Miguel O’Hara 💎

-Peter b Parker 🕷️

-Spider-Man noir 🖤

-Ben Reilly 🩹

-web slinger🐎

-lyla 💡maybe but I don’t know if ppl like her

𝓡𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓶𝓷𝓽: 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭

-Donnie 🤖

-Mikey 🍕

-Leo 💎

-Raph 🥀

-April 🕶️

𝓜𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓱𝓮𝓶: 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭

-Leo⚔️

-raph🥊

-Donnie🎧

-Mikey 🍕

-April 🗒️

𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓼 :

-literally any character,just ask lol

𝔂𝓾𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮: 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭-𝓲𝓼𝓱

-same as trolls,just ask lol

𝓗𝓪𝔃𝓫𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓵: 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮

Here are the things I will and will not write for

Will:

-fluff

- slightly suggestive stuff

-angst

-headcanons

- x specific gendered reader

-smut

Won’t do :

-r@pe

-incest

-pedøphila

-anything suggestive for specificicly mutant mayhem

I hope y’all can respect that,feel free to send in requests

[scholastic-dragon]

ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!

And for my birthday I am doing something special! I've started writing a few pieces of smut and really want to get better at it!

I'm writing a novel and have several more planned in my head that have smut in it. So I figured tumblr could help me practice lol.

You can send in ideas you have from your own brain, a prompt list I reblog, whatever!

RULES FOR BIRTHDAY SMUT

I will allow anonymous asks but don't be creepy/weird/pushy/mean about your request. All characters involved will be over 18 (and if you're not anonymous you must be too, if I find out you're a minor making a request I will delete it)

You MUST put some form of "happy birthday" in your ask. I will not answer it if it doesn't. (I'm being serious) Also, this applies ever after my actual birthday. Even if you request something in October, you have to put happy birthday.

Specify what character(s) you would like and the readers gender. I'm more comfortable with female readers but am willing to try gender neutral and male readers as well.

I will be reblogging several different smut prompt lists, make sure in your ask you tell me specifically which one you want. Ex: " number 18: against a wall or line 6: good girl/boy" PLEASE do NOT put just numbers, I will get easily lost

I will still answer non smut asks as well, those are still allowed lol

I will write threesomes. If it's with the turtles it will NOT be incest, the turtles will both date reader but not each other.

Have patience with me, it may take me a day to write your request, or it may take a few weeks.

I have every right to not answer any request I choose.

Use your manners! Say please and thank you! It's my birthday you have to be nice to me.

This event is going to go on for a while and I don't have an end date in sight yet. I don't care when you send in your request, until I say the challenge is over, you have free reign.

I WILL NOT WRITE

Anything non-consensual. The characters in my works will always 100% be down to do it.

Knife play or anything with blood

Full on degradation, I'll do it mixed in with praise but not on its own

Incest as I said before

Cheating

Rough activities where either of the characters actually gets hurt

Drunk sex

MY BABIES (characters ill write for!)

Bay and Rise Turtles (all over the age of 18) - Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey

The Guardians of the galaxy - literally all of them

Hellboy & Hellboy 2 the golden army - HB, Abe, John, etc.

Dr. Otto Octavious

Dr. Curt Conners (the lizard)

Transformers - bayverse, bumblebee, and Rotb

Good luck, and let the games begin!

@thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @m1dnyt3-w0lf @mysticboombox @raphsmuneca @eveandtheturtles @pheradream-15 @leosgirl82 @miss-andromeda @happymoonangel @sketchy-loo6195 @sharpwindow @dilucsflame33 @kikithedreamerwriter

[chairwritexv]

☏﹏﹏﹏[ 🇷 🇺 🇱 🇪 🇸

including, but not limited to

𝚒 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 ::

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𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌

𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚕

𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚜𝟹𝚕𝚏-𝚑^𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 (𝚎𝚡. 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜)

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𝚛^𝚙𝚎/𝚜𝟹𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚟𝚜𝚎

𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎/𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎/𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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𝚟𝟶𝚛𝟹

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[lilyvalerieorchard]

If anyone of you interacts with any irredeemable media such as

Steven Universe

She-Ra

The Owl House

Star Vs The Forces Of Evil

Avatar: The Last Airbender

The Legend Of Korra

Ducktales

Gravity Falls

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Young Justice

Gargoyles

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Sailor Moon

Dragon Ball Z

All anime

All manga

Harry Potter

X-Men

G. Willow Wilson's run on Ms. Marvel

All modern Cass Cain/Batgirl story post-One Year Later

All modern Peter Parker/Spider-Man story post-One More Day

Super Mario Bros

The Legend Of Zelda

Wolfenstein

Doom

The Last Of Us/The Last Of Us Part II

Uncharted

Ratchet & Clank

Jak & Daxter

Sly Cooper

Metal Gear Solid

Tomb Raider (old and new)

Final Fantasy

The Original Star Wars Trilogy

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Star Wars: Rebels

The Last Jedi

Lord Of The Rings

The MCU

The Mad Max saga

The Evil Dead Trilogy

Braveheart

Lethal Weapon

All films by Francis Ford Coppola

All films by Roman Polanski

All films by Woody Allen

All films by Terry Gilliam

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Music by Michael Jackson

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Music by Hyden

Music by Handel

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Music by Dvorak

Music by Holst

Hideo Kojima

Greg Weisman

Weird Al

Rebecca Sugar

THEN YOU ARE AN EVIL NAZI ENABLER WHO MUST BURN!

[trashlama]

Hi would it be alright if I ask what wips are you working on ?

just wanna make sure I don’t in a request that someone else already sent in XD

hope your doing ok :)

Thank you for your concern! My carpal tunnel has been approving somewhat these last few weeks! Hopefully I'll be able to find some free time this weekend while I'm off to knock down some of this list.

Also if you do happen to send in an idea similar to someone else's; don't worry too much about it because I don't mind, I like the challenge~ Duplicates give me the opportunity to try out different ideas that I may have for a single plot/theme.

Btw sorry about not really posting anything these last few weeks... I kinda forgot to pay my wifi bill so I didn't really have internet for awhile until I got paid again... Anyways—

Here we are!

P.S. I might add more later on.

WIPS LIST

ROTTMNT

Future Yandere Turtle Series: Leo, Donnie Raph, Mikey

Another future Yan Donatello x Reader short fic I got planned

ROTTMNT Yandere Adults Series: Draxum, Big Mama, Lou Jitsu/Splinter

Yan Raph x Reader Zombie AU

Yan ROTTMNT Spiderverse AU! x Reader headcanons/drabble

Yan ROTTMNT x Spiderverse Reader headcanons/drabbles

Yan Donatello x Reader Jack the Ripper AU!

Fluffy Yan Platonic Future Leon/Preteen reader

Witch Reader x Yan Post movie Mikey

Time Mistress Reader x Yan Post movie Leo

Yan Leo x mutated rabbit S/o

Platonic Yan Hamato Clan x Reader

Yan Leo x Chubby s/o

Yan Donatello x Trans Woman s/o

Yan Future Mikey x stubborn Reader

Yan TMNT 2k12 vs Yan ROTTMNT x Reader

Platonic Yan Jealous Older Brother Donatello with Little sibling Reader

Yan Raph vs Donnie x Salamander!Mutant!Reader

Self-Aware Yan Mad Dogs x Real World Reader

TMNT 2k3

Yan Turtle's reactions to s/o being mutated in front of them

TMNT 2k12

Song req (Random Turtle) x Reader

Yan Mikey x Human Bff Headcanons

Yan TMNT 2K12 vs Yan ROTTMNT x Reader Headcanons

Raph Vs Leo x Purple Dragon Thief Reader

Yan Casey Vs Yan Donnie Vs Yan Mikey x April's friend Reader

LMK

Yan Not the Mayor x Tang apprentice Reader

Yan MK x Ex-possed LBD Reader

Fluffy Red Son x Reader sketches

Yan Red Son x Macaque's assistant Reader x Yan Mei

Yan Macaque x Reader chase scene

Yan Platonic Azure Lion vs Sun Wukong x Reader

Yan Spider Queen/Spider Gang x Moth Demon reader

HTTYD

Yan Snotlout x Gobber's apprentice Reader x Yan Eret

Yan Snotlout vs Yan Eret x Reader

Yan Snotlout x Dragon Rider Reader

Fluffy Yan Snotlout x Dragon Rider Reader

Yan Hiccup x isekaied Reader

Yan Hiccup x Dragon Rider Reader

Yan Hiccup x Reader

Yan Hiccup x Reader who is scared of dragons

Yan Hiccup x fellow Night fury rider Reader

Yan Hybrid Toothless x Viking Reader

Yan Hybrid Toothless x Hybrid Night Fury Reader

Dead by Daylight

Leon Vs Steve x Survivor Reader

Villianous

Yan Dr Flug x Reader headcanons

Unicorn: Warriors Eternal

Yan Winston vs Yan Edred x Reader

Yan Winston x Reader

Yan Edred x Reader

Record of Ragnarok

Shy/Meek Reader x Yan Buddha

Spiderverse ATSV and ITSV

Yan Miguel O'Hara x Dimension Jumper reader

Yan Miguel O'Hara x Reader headcanons

Addiction: Yan Miguel O'Hara x Reader fic

Yan Peter B Parker x Reader headcanons

Fluffy Peter B Parker x Reader headcanons

Yan Peter B Parker x Single Mom reader headcanons

Fluffy Yan Platonic Miguel O'Hara and Platonic Yan Jessica Drew wirh Homeless Teen Reader

Yan Miles Morales x Venom!Reader

[goosewriting]

finals are over, you know what that means!

❇️ REQUESTS OPEN 📢🪿

» before requesting, make sure to read the rules in the pinned post as well as look over the masterlists to see what has already been written! « (for your convenience, i copied the rules down here under the cut as well!)

→ requests will remain open for: an indefinite amount of time → i only write gn!reader (seriously read the rules pls)

→ you can request for the following characters:

🐢 RotTMNT: Leo, Donnie, Raph, also their future versions! (please specify/pitch a timeline of your choice)

💫 Star Wars: Fives, Zeb Orrelios, Armitage Hux, Cal Kestis, inquisitor!Cal

🕸 Spiderverse (ITSV, ATSV): The Spot, Hobie Brown

🕷 Marvel's Spider-man (Insomniac Games): Peter Parker, Ganke Lee

please note: some of these characters are more tentative than others. i can't guarantee that i will write every request, but i'll try my best! it really depends on if it inspires me or not, and that may take some time or not happen at all. either way, thanks for sending something in<3

→ requesting rules:

only reader inserts, no OCs or canon x canon

reader is always gender neutral

reader’s ethnicity is always unspecified (as in skin colour, cultural background, etc.)

reader with specific physical traits is okay, please specify! (e.g. height, build, hair length, etc.)

mutant/non-human readers are okay, please specify!

in general, the more specific, the better!

no smut, only platonic/romantic

no blood-related reader (where the reader is the requested character's biological sibling, parent, kid, etc). sibling-like relationship through friendship/found family is ok!

no witch/sorcerer reader or demonic themes. reader with powers (think my hero academia) is ok, please specify!

only 1-2 requests per person at a time

be nice :’)

[waywardsou2]

.+/*My request information*\+.

Considering I do a lot of writing on my main blog as well I'm going to leave this here for people to leave requests if they wish.

My requests are currently: OPEN

What I will write :)

GN!Reader | M!Reader (preferably) F!Reader (I can write for F!Readers but I do have a preference for M!Reader or GN!Reader)

Trans!readers (I really love writing trans!reader so don't hesitate to ask) | Enby!readers | Readers of any gender

Scenario or drabble (just little rants for specific characters)

Head canons for characters within a specific scenario (you give me a scenario and I give you how the character(s) would react)

One-shot (a short ficlette of a scene or event)

Themes: Platonic | Romantic | Smut (maybe) | Fluff | Angst | Whump

Character x Reader | Character x Character

What I won't write :(

Character x OC (it's just really difficult and I would rather write something good)

Age gap more than 3 years (I'm just not comfortable with it), asked for aged up (not aged down)

Incest | Pedophilia | Rape | Bestiality

Fandoms I can write for (and their characters and constraints):

Supernatural (most ships, any character x reader)

↳ Dean, Sam, Cass, Jack, Gabriel, Adam, Meg, Ruby, Benny, Crowley, Jo, Ellen, Donna, Jodie, Claire, Alex, Patience, Kaia

TMNT (I've only seen 2012, ROT, Bayverse and Mutant Mayhem) (no Leorai and no ships with smut of any kind)

↳ Leo, Donnie, Raph, Mikey, April, Casey (Casey and Casandra)

The Last of Us (Part 1, I havent played Part 2 yet) (no Ellie x Joel, I haven't seen any of the content yet but I'm sure it's out there)

↳ Joel, Ellie, Tommy

Star Wars: The Clone Wars / The Bad Batch / Rebles (some of the characters are children remember so keep that in mind)

↳ Rex, Cody, Fives, Anikin, Ashoka, Obi Wan, Kanan, Ezra,(any Jedi really) Zeb, Sabine, Hera, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, Echo, Omega

Marvel

↳ Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Loki, Steve, Bucky, Steven, Wanda, Pietro, Vision, Peter, Scott, Gamora, Nebula, Peter Q, Okoye, T'Challa, Rhodey, Sam, Shuri

My Hero Academia (they are also mostly children so keep that in mind as well)

↳ Deku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Mina, Sero, Denki, Iida, Shinsou, Tokoyami, Uruaka, Todoroki, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, Twice, Tsuyu, Momo, Jiro, Mirio, Nejire, Amajiki, Fat Gum

Avatar 1 and Avatar The way of Water (once again, there are children so keep that in mind)

↳ Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tuk, Kiri, Grace, Norm, Spider, Tonorwari, Ronal, Ao'nung, Tsireya, Roxto

How to Train your Dragon (same here: they. are children.)

↳ Hiccup, Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, The twins, Daggur, Heather, Valka, Stoick (for those out their with daddy issues ;))

Any other information

Any content with themes considered over 18+ will be tagged with this banner.

And you are responsible for your own media consumption, so please read the tags and be advised for the content you consume.

My main writing blog is @waywardwritesstuff so you can send post there but any writing will end up posted on one blog and then reblogged onto the other, so all of my content can be found on both.

That's all for now happy reading!

[bubuslutty]

Bambi with fangs pt. 3

all parts

pairing: lumberjack!frank castle x (mutant) vampire!fem reader

word count: 2.9k

tags: mutants exist, (kinda) drug use and substance abuse (from someone else), no use of y/n, 3rd person pov, no descriptions of physical appearance, poc friendly

warning: mention of drug use, overdosing, drinking & orgies

summary: Frank and Bambi’s relationship evolves, Peter is cute and helpful, we actually get lumberjack Frank in action!!! (kinda but still 😋) Bambi starts getting comfortable and visits the Church, that's it.

a/n: okay I lied. I ended up writing more but it's just world building and we're not done yet. there's one part left. the smut. that's it. I think I wrote abt everything I wanted to write. + ik I said miss girl was a playboy model but in this au u don't have to be skinny to be one. u can look like anything and be a playboy bunny. fuck beauty standards.

After the appearance of the mutant, Frank found himself noticing things he has never paid attention to before. For example, the magazine cutouts taped to the fridge and the walls of the cabin he and the other lumberjacks use to eat lunch in and take breaks.

Frank’s hand was on the handle of the fridge, staring silently at the picture of a woman wearing a black set of lingerie and a huge fur coat, posing in front of a truck, a seductive smile painted on her lips. He took a deep breath, feeling heat brewing in his stomach and snatched the picture, folding it and shoving it inside his pocket.

“Shit.” He cursed and turned around, completely abandoning the beer he wanted and walked out of the kitchen, straight to his parked truck.

“Frank!” A young man, by the name of Donny Chavez, waved his hand at Frank with a wide grin, making Frank stop in his tracks.

“Let’s have lunch together, man!” Donny said, patting Frank on his back.

Frank rolled his eyes and kept walking to his truck, his lunch, in a paper bag, clutched in one hand.

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy my company, Frank.” Donny teased, hopping on Frank’s hood, in his usual spot on the left while Frank sat on the right each lunch break.

“Yeah, yeah.” Frank nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips as he opened his lunch bag. “Another sandwich today?” Donny asked and watched Frank take out two plastic containers.

“Show me.” Donny leaned in, making Frank grunt and turn his back on the curious man.

Frank opened the first container and smiled when he was faced with well-seasoned chicken and rice. When the delicious smell hit Donny’s nostrils, he licked his lower lip, feeling his mouth water, “Did you make that?”

“No,” Frank answered and took the other container, lifting it to see what it was and hummed when he saw a slice of orange cheesecake.

“Is that homemade??” Donny asked, completely flabbergasted because, during all the time he and Frank worked together, Frank only had slightly above mediocre lunches, except when he got something from Peter’s Aunt. 

“Yeah,” Frank answered, taking the lid off the first container and the metal fork in the bag, ready to dig in.

Donny stared at Frank with his sandwich wrapped in cling film in his hand, “You’re not telling me something.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Frank shrugged and happily ate his delicious homemade lunch.

As soon as he stabbed his fork into a piece of chicken and took a bite of the tender meat, Donny gripped his arm hard.

“What?” Frank glared at the younger man.

Donny was not even looking at Frank, he was looking to the far right, towards the road as two familiar people walked towards the cabin.

“Who the hell is that?” Donny said, his voice cracking at the end and he coughed, clearing his throat. Frank glanced at the man and back at the two people who didn’t seem to notice him. He placed his lunch on the hood of his truck and started walking towards the cabin, hyperaware of everyone looking, staring.

“Do you know her? Hm? Can you introduce me?” Donny scrambled to follow Frank, abandoning his poor excuse of a sandwich next to Frank’s lunch. “No.” Frank gritted out through clenched teeth.

“No? Why not? Wait so you do know her??? Why didn’t tell me you knew such a se-” Donny snorted and almost swallowed his tongue when Frank turned around to grab his collar, “Watch your mouth, Chavez.” 

Donny nodded wide-eyed, letting out a shaky breath when Frank let go of his collar.

“Excuse me, do you know where’s Frank?” Peter asked a random man leaning against the door of the cabin, a cigarette between his lips as he literally ate up the woman next to Peter.

“Who’s asking?” The man smirked, grabbing the cigarette with two fingers and straightening up, looking at the woman. Peter frowned and glanced at Bambi next to him, who held eye contact with the man with a poker face, “Peter. That’s who’s asking.” She easily replied and Peter watched with awe and disgust how the man seemed to be even more entranced with her as soon as she spoke.

“Nah, I wanna know your name, baby.” He said and Peter glared at the man but Bambi didn’t seem surprised by the display of audacity. “My name?” She repeated, pointing at herself as she bit her lower lip with a sharp fang. Peter’s senses started tingling and he grabbed her arm as soon as he saw Frank speed walking towards them, “There he is!”

Bambi’s attention was immediately placed on Frank and a smile pulled at her lips. “Frank! You forgot your thermos at home!” She said and dug her hand in her bag, pulling the thermos he uses for coffee to take to work because the coffee they have in the cabin is trash according to him.

“What are you doing here?” Frank asked when he reached her, standing right in front of the woman, partly shielding her from the lustful eyes with his bulk. “Getting you your thermos.” She answered, tilting her head to the side and holding it in both hands.

“Thank you, but you could’ve just sent Peter.” Frank mumbled, completely ignoring Donny standing next to him. “Now, why would I do that?” Bambi asked, a teasing smile on her lips, trying her hardest not to giggle at Frank’s poorly hidden panic.

“You’re very distracting.” He hissed under his breath.

“Distracting? I’m not wearing anything distracting though.” She pouted, glancing down at her clothes. That day she was wearing a white tight tank top that left a good chunk of her midriff naked, a pair of low-rise jeans, and heeled leather ankle boots with a huge fur coat on top, to keep her warm and cosy.

Bambi looked at Frank’s clenched jaw and smirked, “Here’s your coffee.” She handed him the thermos and he silently grabbed it from her.

“Who’s your friend?” She tilted her chin towards a practically vibrating Donny.

“I’m Donny! Donny Chavez, Frank’s literal best friend.” He introduced himself with a grin, wiping his palms in his jeans before sticking one hand out. Bambi grinned, shaking his hand, “I’m Bambi, nice to meet you, Donny.” 

“So, are you like… a friend of Frank?” Donny asked the stunning woman.

“Something like that.” She smiled and didn’t see how Frank and Peter glanced at each other at the same time, surprise evident on their faces.

Something like that?

“Well, I just came down to give you this.” She said, clapping her hands together when she turned to Frank. “Oh, you’ve got a little something in your-” Bambi cupped Frank’s cheek and stood unnecessarily close to his face, picking something he couldn’t see from his thick beard.

“There.” She smiled, patting his cheek and leaning forward to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “See you tonight, and don’t be late.”

Frank shivered when her sweet breath hit his cheek and clenched his hands into fists so he wouldn’t grab her hips and devour her sweet little mouth in front of everyone.

Peter fixed his beanie on his brown curls, smirking as his senses picked up Frank’s racing heartbeat. “It was nice meeting you Donny, bye bye!” Bambi waved at the two men and interlocked her arm with Peter’s, walking away with a satisfied smile on her lips.

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A few days after the accident at Josie’s, Frank convinced Bambi to stay with him for the time being instead of getting a room in the motel nearby, he knows from experience that they aren’t anywhere close to safe for a runaway like her. Bambi reluctantly accepted and offered to pay him some money as rent, but he refused. Frank told her he would be happy if she kept the place she was sleeping in tidy and would clean after herself, and he wouldn’t be against her making homemade meals either.

Frank also stumbled upon the same magazine Peter found at the newsagent, in his kitchen, near a stack of letters. He remembers it vividly as if it happened this morning. Frank was checking the cupboards, and the food Bambi bought the day before, and chuckling at the diverse selection of pastries and cakes from the bakery.

The pink magazine was sitting there, and the bright colour caught his attention, tilting his head to the side and sliding it off the counter, now in his hands. His eyes slowly widened at the cover, he felt an odd mixture of desire, shame and embarrassment soar through him. Taking him right back to when he was just a teenager, with naughty magazines under his bed, in an attempt to hide them from his mum and dad. She looked different, not in a bad way, just different. Her hair was a different colour, and the makeup she had on was also different from the type people wear these days. But her eyes were the same.

The way she was looking at the camera, at him, at the viewer. Her eyes were hypnotising, swimming with mystery, danger and beauty. Frank doesn’t even know her real name. There was a name, at the bottom of the page, with ‘the model:’ written in front of it, but it was a stupid stage name, not her real name. Frank knows she’s so much older than him, Peter told him, and the magazine’s proof on top of her unchanging face and features. 

He just doesn’t know how old exactly, or if she even has one real name, it’s very likely that she has many names she’s lived under. 

Frank slapped the magazine down on the counter, face down and took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the arousal that was brewing deep in his guts.

Later, Bambi revealed how she ended up in the state Frank found her in that night they met. It turns out she fed from a man who later overdosed and died in one Playboy club, and Bambi had no choice but to run away or she will be blamed for the man’s death. So she had a lethal dose of drugs circulating in her system, and her body had to use all of its energy to get rid of it, hence why she was passed out on the floor at Josie’s. She told him she just ran to her place, threw clothes in a bag and ran away as far as the gas in her car could take her.

Peter one day asked Bambi why she decided to become a model. It didn’t seem like it was a good career choice for a mutant like her who lived many years and can easily catch the attention of dark organisations. Bambi revealed that she mostly got into it because it was a perfect way to feed without getting in trouble. Mutants like her, who feed on human blood are not necessarily welcome in society and the public would rather get them killed than try to give them a silver of rights like other mutants, who are less threatening and predatory to the non-mutated human race like her. Turns out that Hollywood celebrities, supermodels and rich folks enjoy attending parties every week where absolutely anything can happen and get covered up with mum and dad’s money and influence. 

So you can imagine that Bambi attended those parties every time she needed to feed because no one would bat an eye if she bit someone in the neck, a lot of rich people are weird and are into freaky shit like that. They would hold huge orgies, get drunk and drugged up and participate in illegal practices just because it gets them going. So Bambi feeding on someone is not bizarre to them. This went on for many years, and nobody suspected her as a mutant who doesn’t age, she simply lied and gave them excuses like plastic surgery, washing her face with imported products from South Korea and having a special diet. 

And plus, why can’t she have fun for once? Bambi loved clothes and feeling pretty, so she might as well try being a model and then a Playboy bunny at least once in her long life.  

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While Bambi decided to stay in town, she had time to go around and explore a bit, sometimes with Peter, sometimes just by herself.

One day she ended up in the Church, sitting and staring silently at the big cross hung above the altar until she felt someone sit next to her. Bambi slowly glanced to the side and was met with fluffy ginger hair and red-tinted glasses perched on a nose with a plaster. The man was dressed in black, a walking stick gripped in one bandaged hand.

Bambi raised one brow, subtly inhaling the air around the man next to her and smelled a hint of copper, fresh bruises and tender skin under soft fabric with traces of disinfectant.

“What happened to you?” She asked the man.

“Got mugged.” He answered, facing forward, towards where the empty altar was.

Bambi frowned, she wasn’t someone who was that religious, sure she knew that there must be something out there, whether it was God or something else entirely, but she knew the heaviness of lying in the house of God.

“Lying in the house of God?” She hummed, making the man’s hand on his cane twitch.

“We all got secrets.” He simply answered.

“I suppose we do.” Bambi shrugged and turned to stare at the cross.

After a long while of silence between them, she shifted in her seat and glanced again at the man and didn’t say anything. The man next to her was suspicious, he didn’t smell mutant, but he wasn’t just a normal human. Maybe she was reading too much into his body language but she swore she saw him slightly tilt his head in many directions earlier. She knew blind people had generally better hearing than people who can perfectly see, but this guy was making her skin itch, like the same itch she gets when someone dangerous is around and her instincts start telling her to be careful.

Bambi then decided to test this man and willed her heartbeat even slower than it already was. So much slower, that it was barely beating and watched how the man slowly frowned, his frown deepening and one of his hands clenching and unclenching. She stared at him in awe, until he turned his head to face her and she was finally graced with how pretty he was, a bit beaten up and rough but still pretty.

“Stop that.” He gritted through his teeth.

“Stop what?” Bambi asked instead.

“You know what I’m talking about. It’s unsettling.” He said, making her instantly feel bad.

Bambi immediately stopped and her heartbeat went back to normal, making her take a deep breath.

“Sorry, just wanted to see if you were someone I had to watch out for…” She apologised, clasping her hands against her chest. 

The man didn’t say anything so Bambi spoke, “I’m Bambi, by the way.” 

She smiled and stuck out her hand and the man slowly reached out and shook it.

“Matt.” 

“Nice to meet you, Matt.” Bambi grinned and Matt gave her a short nod.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, but I know you’re not a mutant, and you’re not a normal good-looking guy either, so what’s your secret?” She asked, turning her body to the side so she can fully face him and throwing an arm over the back of his chair.

Matt cracked a small smile, “Normal good-looking guy?”

“I’m not repeating that twice, so what are you? You know my secret.” Bambi said, biting her lower lip, amusement evident on her face.

“Why would I? You’re quite reckless about giving out information like that, who said I won’t betray you and sell your secret?” Matt asked, smirking and running a hand through his fluffy hair, moving it away from his face, but it was futile because it fell against his forehead right after.

“Because I’ll find you and break you.” Bambi shrugged with a fangy grin.

“You’ll beat up a blind guy?” Matt grinned.

“I’ll do more than beat you up if you sell me out,” Bambi said.

“Very well, when I was a child, I got into a car accident and lost my sight and got an enhanced sense of hearing,” Matt partially revealed, making her eyes widen. 

“You actually trusted me...” Bambi gasped, in awe.

“I did. Because if you sell me out I will find you and break you.” Matt growled, making her blush instead of feeling intimidated.

“You’re confident.” She pointed out.

“It’s not going to be hard with a scent like yours.” He shrugged.

“Wait, scent?? You can smell me???” Bambi asked with wide eyes, grabbing his arm.

“Alright, no more questions.” Matt laughed making her even more curious and squeezed the hand that was on his arm.

“You’re no fun!” Bambi whined.

“I don’t think so,” He chuckled and stood up, making her stand with him as well. “I have to get going.”

“Can I walk you out?” She asked and he nodded. Matt linked his arm to hers and the two slowly walked out of the Church, when they were standing right at the entrance, Bambi and Matt stopped, turning to face each other.

“It was nice talking to you, Matt. And don’t get mugged again, at least not too hard.” She said, fixing his collar and Matt cracked a smile, “I’ll be careful.”

When she was done, Matt gave her a small nod and turned around to leave, walking stick in hand.

“Oh, and Matt!” Bambi suddenly said, making him stop in his tracks, his back facing her.

“Your secret’s safe with me, I promise.”

Matt smiled, “I know.”

[scary-axolotl]

I am going feral so he're my kinlist LMAO

・amethyst (Steven Universe)

・blue diamond (Steven Universe)

・Spinel (Steven Universe)

・Kokichi Ouma (Danganronpa)

・Donnie (rottmnt)

・Leo (rottmnt)

・Mikey (rottmnt)

・Raph (rottmnt)

・April and Cassandra (rottmnt)

・Popee (Popee the Performer)

・Raph (2012 tmnt)

・Dazai (bsd)

・Camilo (Encanto)

・Mystery (TWISTED-DOCTOR (doll eye))

・Kwazii (Octonauts)

・Selever (FNF mid fight masses mod)

・Muichiro (demon slayer)

・Obanai (demon slayer)

・Tsukasa (Tbhk)

・Hanako (Tbhk)

・Peter (doll eye)

・Shai (doll eye)

・Melm (Bloodbath bakery)

・Emily (Corpse Bride)

・Rocket (Guardians of the Galaxy)

・Miya (Sk8t)

・Blitzø (helluva boss)

・Millie (Helluva boss)

・Loona (helluva boss)

・Octavia (helluva boss)

・Jaune (spooky month)

・hatzgang (spooky month)

・Misery (ruby gloom)

・DJ music man (fnaf SB (I can't explain it but yeah))

・Monty (fnaf SB)

・Lif (metal family)

・Heavy (metal family)

・Dee (metal family)

・Ray (tpn)

・Toga (MHA)

・Len Kagemine (vocaloid)

・Suzuya (Tokyo ghoul)

・Mikey (Tokyo revengers)

・Marceline (adventure time)

・Mega mind (mega mind)

・Sam (Sam and Max)

・Alois Trancy (black butler)

・Kuromi (sanrio)

・my melody (sanrio)

・Muffin (sir fluff)

・September (eye Kandy)

・Larry (Sally Face)

・Sal (Sally face)

・Ibuki Mioda (danganronpa)

・Billy (TWF)

・Bon (TWF)

・Uzi (Murder drones)

・N (murder drones)

・Osmosis Jones (Osmosis Jones)

・Lila (osmosis Jones)

・Hikaru and Karou (Ohshc)

・ENA (ENA)

・moony (ENA)

・brick frog (ENA)

・red guy (dhmis)

・duck (dhmis)

・Franky (spy x family)

・Operetta (monster high)

・draculaura (monster high)

・itadori (jjk)

・Cerice (Ever after high)

・Maddie (Ever after high)

・Rayla (dragon prince)

・Zack Foster (Angels of death)

・Mune (Mune guardian of the moon)

[afreakingdork]

Weak Spot - Chapter 37

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Intercrural Sex, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello (TMNT), Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex

Synopsis:  A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

Did I get double inspired by @buthowboutno 's Going Down, Down (In an Earlier Round) a second time? Uh yeah, obviously. It changed my brain chemistry. The best.

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: clits, cunts, and pussy!

Writhing, the large purple tenting around your hips bobbed slightly. Muscles flexing uselessly in your legs, warm arms towing rippled muscles brushed the backs of your thighs. Hungry fingertips ate up the expanse of your stomach and gripped randomly to knead flesh. Wired, you felt confused signals shoot from your brain and translate oddities like tingles in your tongue. Parting your lips to give the pink dart some air, a moan poured out instead.

With a palm pressed to your lower abdomen, it accentuated the mounting twist. Rarely denied, your depths were probed before a flat lick slid the length of your sex. Passing your clit with a swab of wet heat, a finger slid into you at one angle before rotating around to beckon you further. Release imminent, you squirmed to catch even a little more of him. He let you struggle, but removed his digit the same amount you tried to grind on it. Frustrated you wrung out a whine as his tongue trekked back, teasing your clit in a similar down stroke. Finger coaxing the pleasure buttons within you, you gasped as your oncoming orgasm began to suck the digit dry. With nothing to give, it moved easily against the tightness and gave a shallow pump.

“Donnie!”

The name echoed in your ears and maybe off your lips as he retracted the finger to bury his snout back into you. Switching places, he thumbed the nerves above your clit with random presses that let the length of his digit brush the actual nub. Pulling the proverbial belt tighter, you were all the closer to cinching when his tongue found your innards again. All at once he sped up and cumming came into glorious sight. Ready to embrace it fully, you went limp under his hold and right as the peak crested, he retracted once again.

“Fuck!” You hissed, propping yourself up your elbows. “Donatello!”

You felt a nip to your inner thigh before the sheet pulled back to reveal your boyfriend, face glistening with your soak. “Yes?”

“H-how much long-?” Your muscles spasmed and for a moment you thought you might cum from overstimulation. Falling back to encourage it, the pulses petered out with no relief. “Please!”

He hummed with fake interest as his dry hand traced over your hip.

“How long has it been?”

“Time.”

With an effort, you got back onto your arms to initiate a swivel. There you groped for your phone to wake it up. Bleary, it blinked and read off the time, date, and some neglected messages. “10:47am.”

“46 minutes.”

Your head snapped to him. “That’s too long! You can’t put it off anymore!”

“True, my meeting is in about two hours. I have a few last minute notes to prepare.”

Souring at his deflection, the deep ache from having been staved off reached your shoulders. Trying not to hunch, you put on your most persuasive cuteness and sent your partner batted lashes. “Can I cum then?”

Donnie made a great show of thinking it over. “I don’t think you’ve earned it. Do you?”

“I think if you edge me one more time, I’m going to hold you down and fuck your face regardless of what you want.”

“Bold imagery.” He licked his lips.

“Stop talking and put that tongue to actual use?” You purred.

Pursing his lips, he seemed to return to his pondering. Senses aflame, you moved to fully sit up and to make good on your threat when you felt both his fingers probing your entrance. You got a single syllable out before he flattened you by simply shoving them in. Crying out as the edges of the canopy closed in like a white veil, his tongue returned to your folds with vigor.

Active, but meticulous, he again found the spool. Making sure every thread laid flat, he worked in tandem for yet another agonizing build up. It brought tears to your eyes as this time he let you freely rock your hips into him without retracting in time. Friction tantalizing, the fourth mounting fried what was left of your conscious thought. Left in its place was raw skin that sparked with each caress. Seemingly all hands and tongue, you were filled over and over while wet darts pricked your lower body. Belonging to him, you rocked against his chin and felt him smile against your cunt. Now very much wishing you’d bowled him over, he fucked the thought away with a targeted swirl to your clit.

Circling the drain along with it, he pushed his fingers so deep that his palm brushed your outer labia. With a finger to the metaphorical pulse, he metered your orgasm so it scaled instead of crashed. Tears streaked fluid into your ears as you submerged in opposition to the agonizing peak you crested yet again. Almost trained, your nerves frayed at the thought of another denial while your consciousness teetered precariously from the altitude. With a perfect quirk of his fingers, you hit the summit and screamed as the canopy of white seemingly enveloped you.

Tinnitus sang a chorus as your body levied like a seesaw. Your lower half raised as if chasing a single second more of pleasure while your head pressed so far into the bed it strained your neck. Euphoria poured your sight back in like nectar and with it came a collapse. Body going limp in a way that made a mockery of the last time, you felt the gentle ministration of Donnie coaxing you down while also licking you clean. Shuddering, his finger slowly inched out of you as your clenches loosened. Once free, he affectionately nuzzled and lapped up the rest of your slick before resting a damped cheek on your inner thigh.

Your lips parted and what came out was similar to a breathy laugh.

Hearing a suck and pop which must have been him licking his fingers clean, he appeared by your side. 

Stupid with climax, your head lolled to look at him with what felt like rapture.

“Well.” He started, coming in close to kiss your cheek.

Your scent wafted off of him and felt further intoxicating.

“I hope that makes up for me having to work today.”

You could only nod and wished you could curl up against him.

His lips brushed your forehead. “Enjoy yourself, you’ll have me again in a few hours.”

Honeyed gaze tracked him as he checked your silent form over and covered you back up. With a parting squeeze to your hand, he moved to his computer and you let your lids lower. There you didn’t commit to sleep, but lightly dozed off the lengths your body had gone through. Waking was as gentle as the rhythmic tack of a keyboard. Still riding happy chemicals, you let your fingers run along the sheets. Crisp and smooth, they glided easily until reasoning came to you.

A little numb but clearly damp, you grumbled to get up. You heard the typing pause as Donnie honed in on your existence. You played up a peaceful sigh before finally getting up. Padding over to the restroom for clean up, you came out refreshed and passed him with a peck as you grabbed a snack.

“Do you want me to step out for your call?” You popped a chip in your mouth.

“No, my mic is tuned.” He moved something across the screen to compare. “No loud interruptions. You're otherwise fine.”

“That too, but I was asking about the content on your end for my ears.” You moved to lean on the arm of the couch behind him.

“Investor conversation. Legitimate.”

“Fun.”

“I had most of the report compiled, but one lab assistant left out critical data.”

“What college credit gets ya.” You feigned a scoff.

“They’re paid.” He brushed off your insinuation. “Higher than average.”

You quieted in your crunching.

“Retention ensures quality. Competitive rates guarantee a reliable pool. Minus one who will be having an early review.” With a harsh click, he returned to typing.

“ I would be terrified of that.”

“I don’t typically handle them but…” He trailed off and in a slight turn of his head you could see his wicked smile.

“All that torment’s been bottled up.” You pushed off to approach and gave him a quick hug.

He caught your arm to keep you from retreating. “Elaborate.”

“The edging.” You let him nuzzle your cheek before he released you.

He frowned. “Was your orgasm unsatisfactory?”  

“No, but you went from diet evil to what seems like cold turkey lately and I’m sensing a build up.”

He pondered the thought with a hum and you left him to think on it. Plopping down on the couch, you lazily browsed videos until an update caught your eye. Flicking that on, you lounged through the last of your three-day weekend. After the initial scare from Leo’s parting words, there had been a few weeks of high alert. It had involved an escort that you hadn’t minded one bit. Your coworkers were especially nosey about your boyfriend and even sang his praises when you weren’t looking. It was a strange highlight in an otherwise agonizing time. Once cleared for your commute, you still rushed home only to find not a single trace of the brothers about. Donnie had fussed about surveillance being circumvented, but after a sweep and some new sensors, the blank readouts were considered true. With no reason to extend, it fully cleared you to freely move about the city, but you weren’t as sure as Donnie or S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

While you immensely enjoyed that they never tethered you, the license left you on edge. Though you knew exactly why that was, you were doing your best to delude yourself. Unable to shake yourself of the lie, it haunted you in all aspects. It had started that same night where your boys had been more all consumed by the perceived threat. Left to stew and sober up, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. eventually came around with a glass of water while Donnie was absorbed in reconnaissance. In the split second exchange, you could tell exactly what the droid thought. He’d chalked your little inconsistency up to inebriation and that had only made it worse in the long run.

It wasn’t Leo himself that plagued you; it was his lips. If Leo really was intent on contacting you again then he was undoubtedly the type to tout his supposed connection with you. He, along with everyone else on the planet, would probably assume you had mentioned this to your boyfriend. Instead, you hadn’t brought yourself to. As you once predicted, it was less about the lie and more about the reveal; too much time had passed. That mixed with the fear of Leo being the one to do it before you were ready created an agonizing amount of imagined reveals. It caused dread that had driven you to linger by Don’s side in hopes of him deterring the other turtle. 

Alternatively, he hadn’t questioned your presence and seemed to think it was for companionship which he accepted graciously. 

It made everything worse.

You needed to tell him; you just had to do it the right way.

Having been stuck on the how of that for the last week meant it compounded the sore of the lie. You ignored the puss and with it came a radiating pain as it tried to assert itself. It had you here when some of your friends had gone up to a cabin for the weekend. Dampened, you scrolled other feeds and forgot about the video you’d put on. Having muted the group chat, you scrolled elsewhere until an interesting bit of news came up. It involved something you had foretold and you looked up to examine the person you had shared it with.

Still at his seat, he was reviewing whatever he had written with flicks of his fingers.

A second of his time wouldn’t hurt. “Hey, Don?”

“Hm?” With a horizontal movement he highlighted a line to keep his place.

That was a clear green light even if the shade was, in reality, his usual purple.

You slid off the couch and padded over to him. “Do you remember what I was telling you about that new AI?”

His profile came into view and with it a wrinkled snout. “Yes.”

“They didn’t admit it failed, but they have covertly employed a second version.”

He gave a chuckle and looked as you offered your phone.

Bending at the waist, you leaned into him and scrolled to a specific section. “Look at how formal they are; like just say it didn’t work!”

Donnie’s hand cupped yours to steady the device as he read the passage.

Teetering on the afternoon precipice, you admired Donnie’s headset. There was something oddly satisfying about the way the headphones sat over his tympanum. His mouthpiece was flicked upright on one side and you unconsciously went to scratch an itch over the same ear.

Finishing, Donnie’s gaze moved to address you.

“It’s funny. You haven’t taught me exactly, but I feel like I understand through a sort of osmosis.” Trailing the hand back from around the lobe, you traced down the side of your neck.

His ongoing silence pulled your gaze. Trained on the hand that was now falling towards your collar, you curled your fingers there. The dart of his pupils said he was looking further and the tip of his head insinuated where. Angled toward him, your baggy lounge shirt pooled off of you. It meant your collar hung loose and with it came a peek at your naked body beneath. Digits curling around the ridge of fabric, you gave an experimental tug there to offer him further insight. Lids falling, his digits passed where he still held your device to a crawl up your arm. Hooking at the elbow, he coaxed you further down and openly ogled like a peeping tom at a window.

Minding his headset, you came in close enough to kiss his cheek. With full access, you heard his lips part while he took you in. “Donnie…”

He hummed a response before tearing his eyes away to look at you.

All too close, your heart leaped and you steadied yourself on his shoulder to kiss him.

Returning it with stoked flames, he released your arm to skim the fabric of your shirt. Slipping under it with ease, his fingers spread over the sensitive skin on your side.

You broke your lip lock to scold him with your eyes. “Don’t.”

He gave a curious flick in his gaze that had a malevolent innocence to it.

“Not only have we had all weekend, but you have a call.” Pushing against his clavicle you righted yourself. “You’ve edged me enough. We can pick up when you’re done.”

“That again.” He chuffed.

“What?”

His brow came down and it dropped the curtain to reveal honest confusion. “‘Edged?’”

You gave him an incredulous look. “Uh, yeah. You know what that is, right?”

He took stock in your expression. “I meant that I would not consider it that.”

You doubled down. “Now, come on…”

“Hey.” From where he still had your ribs, he pulled you to him. His chair squeaked as you just barely skirted head butting him. “Enhancement. You may incorrectly label my ‘evil suppression,’  but you have both verbally and physically insinuated the intensity of your orgasm.”

You pursed your lips. “Okay, yeah, but getting there is the issue.” You wrapped an arm around yourself to catch his hand and remove it. “It’s edging.”

 Donnie made a little irritated noise, but let you go.

“It won’t be long.” You responded, playing his grumpiness off.

Donnie turned to the computer with a similar hitch still creasing his brow. Taking it as a frustrated dismissal, you moved to return to the couch. Making it only a few steps away he caught your hand in a flurry of movement as if you’d run and never return.

“Huh?”

“Cockwarming.”

 The three syllables shot straight to your core where muscles flexed. “Wha-?!”

“No supposed edging. I’ll make you cum as much as you want.”

“Donnie!”

“The chair will easily support our combined weight.”

“That wasn’t-!”

“I-” He choked on the sound and put all remaining effort into begging with his gaze.

Another southern pulse marked how he wasn’t demanding; he was just shy of asking.

He yearned to be close to you.

It’s not that you found his neediness more attractive, but there was something enticingly foreign about him being desperate. So much of him had softened from the heat and in a way you missed the dominating spirit. It was still there; it came up often, but this deep ache was something he had trouble contending with. For you, it was such an abundant confirmation that threatened to bowl over that little inferiority complex of yours. He was somehow still falling for you with seemingly no ground in sight.

You wondered if you should be worried.

A different concern reared its distracting head.

It was that damned pain of the lie you still held. You couldn’t imagine him rejecting you if you told him, but that wound sat, barely hidden away. “No…”

“Y/N?”

“This call’s important.” From where he was holding your hand, you stepped to him and took that appendage up to cradle his face. “So important that you’ve already made up for being guilty about taking it.”

“I’ve considered that.”

“Then you can wait-” You checked his computer’s clock. “Like an hour tops? You said you didn’t know how long the call would take.”

“It won’t interfere.”

“Don!”

“If you don’t want to then say so.”

You stalled.

“As I’ve understood, your arguments are geared towards me and I have dismantled each. If you need further clarification: I want you on my cock.”

It didn’t have its usual authority, but the otherness hit you with the same intensity.

He took your silence in the exact wrong way. “I see.” He released your hand and there wasn’t a trace of disappointment on him as he nodded once as if to settle the manner. “Consider that a final gambit. I won’t pester you any longer.”

You made a fist where your fingers felt lonely. “If this is part of some new voyeur thing…”

He guarded any excitement as you appeared lenient. “A thought, but not wholly the decision.”

You rapidly tapped your foot to sound your nerves.

“Y/N.”

You came up to look at him through a blink of lashes.

“Don’t feel pressured. If you don’t want to, I have no issue-”

“I do!” You lost the will and jumped him.

He caught you and, with a push on the wheels of his chair, swept you into his lap.

“I’m worried.”

Hands roaming over you, he wrangled the tip of your chin so he could study your expression.

“Are we getting too attached?”

His head tilted.

“To… each other?” You weren’t even sure what you were saying.

It was another excuse instead of the truth. 

This had been what you wanted.

Your distraction worked. 

Your partner stalled as he openly considered it.

While he thought, you traced a hand up to the wrist holding you and he shifted his grip to take your appendage.

Instead of threading digits, you flattened out your palm to his.

Though part of his brain power was still diverted, the movement struck him and he pressed, spreading his fingers.

Moving by an unseen force, you both exerted a force which equaled a net neutral.

As if the energy transferred elsewhere, you both looked from the joining into each other’s eyes.

There the attraction was further drawn.

“We’ll discuss it.”

“Later.” You agreed and threw your arms around his neck.

Crushing you to him, his lips sealed over yours and moved with purpose. Stupefied, you responded and his hands wove under your shirt again. Giving a single chuckle that was swallowed right up, he roved around to your back and coaxed you to arch. Spine curving by his whim, he left one hand to keep you that way while the other moved to your legs. Side saddle in his lap, his fingers massaged inward to the crease. Letting one slide off the chair, he dipped to your core and you could tell he was gearing up for something.

One touch and he broke from your lips with a sharp inhale. “You’re-”

“Soaked.” You nodded and tried to kiss him again.

He turned his head to eye you. “From what?”

“You. Duh.” Your lips flattened without humor.

“I prepared to work you up.”

“Well, you don’t need to.” You moved to catch his lips again.

He evaded.

You huffed loudly. “Donatello!”

“What was it?”

“You need me and now you don’t, why?!” You drew out a whine with the word and tossed your head back.

“Oh, I do. I also need to know why you’ve thrown off my calculation.”

“Sex calculation.” You scoffed. 

“You're currently eating up newly opened time.”

“Ugh!” You flicked his forehead. “The way you said cockwarming started it.”

He gave an interested noise and his gaze said he was logging that like it was incredible data.

“You should know…” You shrank under his scrutiny. “I like being needed.”

“Being mine.”

You pulsed and with your proximity you could tell he took in the obvious scent.

“That’s why. I missed the cue.” He mumbled the revelation more to himself before tapping your back to alert you he was ready. 

“I should say no.” You turned your head, but came close.

He pressed patient kisses along your jaw.

“You turned me down twice.”

“My apologies.” His breath tickled your throat as he seared his lips there with a dart of his tongue.

Catching his shoulders, you hoisted yourself up to finally straddle him.

His mouth chased you the whole way.

Settling against him, you kept your lips away and pressed them at the bulb of his shoulder.

He nuzzled a regret against your cheek.

“How can you be so impulsive and staunch at the same time?”

He chirped a curious note as you turned to evaluate him.

His gaze flicked to your lips, but he held himself back.

“The cockwarming was spur of the moment?”

“Yes.”

“But you planned how it would happen.”

“The moment you agreed.”

“And you-?” You laughed.

His eyes lit up for a moment, but he squashed the flame.

You softened and moved to caress the line of his jaw. “They say the best kept plans go awry.”

“You are a testament to that.”

“You always say a bad thing-”

“It’s very good.” He clarified before catching your lips.

What seemed like a simple press held a reverence that melted you. With little struggle, he rolled up your top and you broke away only long enough for it to be removed. You then lingered for a few more kisses before exiting his lap to remove your bottoms. You beat him as he neglected to get his pants all the way off to instead meet your nude form. He then ushered you back into his lap before pausing his rush to take you in. With one hand at your hip and the other around one of your shoulders, he openly scanned you as if it was for the first time. You gave a honeyed smile and, by the time he reached it, his gaze was swimming from the look alone.

“Do you remember…?” You began.

A glint in his gaze said he recalled many things.

You rose up and leaned into him, simultaneously. “How I tried to be modest?”

“A waste of time.” He gave a light chuff and mourned losing his view. Not for long, he was quick to realize that you had put your mating mark, front and center, on display for him instead.

“It’s hard to feel embarrassed…” You were careful as you hooked a finger under his headphone to lift the pad from his tympanum.

He pressed a kiss to his bite.

“...when your partner looks at you like you do.” You warmed the skin there with a sultry breath.

“I need you to feel something.”

Caught off guard by the turn of his statement, you pulled back curiously.

He held out a hand for you and you placed yours in it. He then brought it straight down between your bodies and to his slit. Fingers moving, you felt his soak and his slick string between your digits.

“Don…” You shot your gaze to his, enamored.

“I need to be inside you.”

The rush had you biting your lip and you shifted in preparation. His eyes rolled back as he dropped and only then could you see the smoothing out of a tension you hadn’t picked up on. It brought you into his space where you peppered him with kisses as he adjusted your hips with one hand and his cock with the other. Squaring up, he slid his glans across you in three distinct swipes before lowering you in a steady drop until he was fully sheathed.

Adjusting to him with a heady mewl, you felt his legs tense before he kicked off. Confused and pulled flush to him, he rolled right back up to the computer before his hands left you. There he immediately started typing something and you pulled away to impart your skepticism. He kissed your cheek and reached up to flick his headset into the active position.

You bobbed with understanding. Trying to turn to see exactly how long you had until the call, he used his other hand to cradle the back of your head and impede you. Mild animosity wrinkled your features as he pulled you to him. Frowning into his shoulder, you considered biting him when he rolled his hips upward. The arc pressed his cock into you at a delicious angle and you sighed at the relief.

“As many times as you want.” He reminded you along with another rotation.

“One. Now.” You stunted out as he sped up.

He nodded, hooking his chin over your shoulder to do something on his PC.

Hands trapped between your bodies, you held onto the fabric of his shirt and were almost thankful you’d forgotten to yank it off him. Trying to meet his strides, he purposefully threw off his rhythm each time. Moaning your displeasure, one hand left you to manipulate the screen while the other anchored your hips. Adjusting them just so, he found a perfect angle that sent you on a collision course with your orgasm. Releasing a spindly cry at how fast, he stilled for a moment and you thought you might sob. He then resumed right as a reflexive clench milked him and the timing hurtled you over the edge. With a vice grip, you cried out his name as you came.

Buzzing and with an odd tension shuddering in the back of your thighs, you relaxed in time to hear a rhythmic tone through his headset. Feeling a tap through Donnie’s arm, his lips parted as he gave a greeting. “Matsushita.” 

A voice responded, but you ignored it in favor of nuzzling into the crook of your boyfriend’s neck. They went on to talk, but you were distracted by the way his wraps felt against your nose. Testing the fabric as clarity came back to you, you brushed your lips against it. It had the faintest tacky quality that caught the soft pair so you trailed down to his shoulder. Finding your favorite texture in his green skin, you lined up kisses more for your sake than his.

The effect was still clear as his cock twitched inside of you.

Smiling against his clavicle, you ran your tongue along the bone while tapping out two distinct times against his plastron.

“Of course.” Donnie’s tone said he was not talking to you, but his hips nudged yours.

You rocked hard against him to send your point home.

He continued through his sentence with poise though a tridactyl hand clamped onto your hip bone.

Nosing back like a typewriter, you let his bare thrust shake you as you stared down at his shoulder. Dragging a hand up where your breath was in time with the beat of his cock, your lips turned down as you traced over where you had once bitten him. You only knew where it was from experience as his skin wasn’t marred in the slightest.

“-and as you can see-”

You really couldn’t.

Frustrated, another bite didn’t seem worth it and you weren’t sure what else would leave a mark. Settling a cheek against it, you could feel Donnie was curious about the downturn in your mood. You nuzzled up against his throat and the hand at your hip slid up to wrap around you in a comfortable sling. Settling like that, he slowed his ministrations and gave a slight squeeze. Bumping your forehead into his jaw to translate your thanks, you heard his tone shift.

“How long?”

Lifting up, you watched Donnie curiously.

He met your eyes with a mischievous glance.

You signed to ask what that was about.

“I see. Will we need to restart the call?”

Squinting at his lack of reply, he tried to curtail a smile and turned away.

“I can hold.”

There was a snap as Donnie flicked the mouthpiece into its muted position. He then swooped forward and wrapped you with both arms.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just… envious.”

“Of?” He pulled back only enough so he could see your expression.

“You know…” Mimicking your earlier journey to scratch over your ear, this time you’d let your arm trace down to your mating mark. “Kinda uneven right?”

There was a renewed twitch inside of you before Donnie’s teeth gnashed. With an angry curl of his finger, he pushed the mic down and spoke in a voice that utterly contrasted his expression. “Still here.”

You muffled your laugh with your hand.

He rose an irritated brow at you.

Letting it filter out, you gave a little shrug.

“Okay. Take as long as you need.” As soon as the last word left him, the mic was gone and you were enveloped. Surrounded by your boyfriend, you blinked into his shoulder as a hand came over the top of your head. Feeling a little too secure, he then began to fuck up into you with an intensity that made the chair roll. With a flat slap of his feet to the ground, he forced it to stabilize and words died in your throat even though your jaw hung open. Tasting cotton from where your tongue had rolled out, stars flickered in your vision as the sensitivity in your body ticked by on delay. Force reached you late and pleasure centers kicked into overdrive to keep up with the demand. Skin aflame, the pounding stopped just as soon as it started.

“Matsushita?”

The only thing keeping you together was Donnie still holding you tightly to his chest.

“Yes, I can hear you now.”

Thrum echoing in your ears, you faintly traced it as your pulse before you pushed against the hand on your head.

“Your tech team is efficient.”

Donnie refused to let up and it meant you could only turn your cheek. Ever behind, the friction against your thighs only then began to smoke. It forced you to squirm against the aggravated muscles until finally Donnie loosened his grip. Keeping your face away out of spite now, you examined what you could do, seated. From the time he’d ripped the arms off, he’d since attached new ones. You were boxed in, straddling him on your knees, but you found the metal piping didn’t connect to the back. That meant there was space there, but first you’d need to gather more room.

“As you can see the last quarter we employed a summer initiative-”

With your boyfriend offering very little, you twisted to squirm by rocking side to side. It moved his dick strangely within you and you stopped more out of the confusing sensation than anything else. His arms gave some and within your loosened bindings you shoved out with your elbows. The straight jacket fell away and you pushed, two hands, against his pectoral scutes to frown at him. What you found on his face was thinly veiled control.

“Successful.”

Signing to him that you had to move, he withdrew and you pushed off your knees. Pain radiated from having been stationary so long and you winced as you tried to unfurl them. Stuck on his cock, it meant you tipped precariously to one side as his chair tried to roll out the other way with the momentum. Another stiffening of his bulky legs halted the action as you leaned that direction in its stead to free your final folded leg.

“Go on.”

Sitting again on your ass felt incredible as you threaded your legs against either side of the back of the chair. Slumping against Donnie for the effort, he rubbed your back for a soothing ‘good job’ that held no tease. Resting, it meant you had time to feel the weight of the position you were in. It wasn’t like you’d never stopped during sex in this way and there was a minor thrill of him being otherwise occupied, but connection took the majority of your thoughts.

The comforting presence was just enough for you to forget the second call to action and that intense fuck stunt he’d just pulled. Feeling the warm portion of coupling, you turned a slump into a cuddle. His head brushed yours as he took note of the change. With his arms wrapping loosely around the lower part of your frame, contentedness filled you as much as he did. Snug as the proverbial bug, your eyes drifted with only a minor stave.

“I can share my screen.”

You were moving.

Pushed from another light doze, you lifted your head to find Donnie had scooted over to the computer. Typing started up and he now had to lean forward some to comfortably use his keyboard. No longer able to let gravity do your resting work, you took offense as he’d interrupted your cozy set-up. Hoping to translate this to your partner, you leaned back enough to see him, but were caught. Mixing in his expression were honed lines in his gaze and mouth. This was the Donnie that ran enterprises. Enthralled by his work and lulled by your attendance to it, he presented what must have been an incredible case. 

Though the position no longer held the same comfort, that warmth had yet to leave. It lingered like a blanket and the whole of the scene gave the muscles in your pussy a pulse. Donnie continued on, uninterrupted, but there was a twitch to his frame that said he noticed. Pressing your chest to his, a quick examination found you were hyper aware of his body. Calm gave way to higher senses as you could feel the evenness of his breath through his plastron and nudging against his throat found the beat of his heart.

Under any other circumstances you could have given back into your sleepy state. By all accounts, you had no need to disrupt the peace and your body willed you not to. Your mind, however, had taken a few indignities and what was presented in the calm was an opportunity. Rarely one to pass those up, you squirmed a little in anticipation.

“We can adjust for that.” Donnie nodded.

From what you could feel, he hadn’t noticed. Snuggling into his shoulder blade, you used the move to stretch out your toes. A few covert flicks found you couldn’t touch the floor. It wasn’t ideal for what you had hoped for in the way of leverage. The reflexive squeezes hadn’t been effective so you needed something more. Combining your history, you found an applicable ammo and loaded it up.

Tensing the muscles in your ass, you shifted a minute amount of weight to the side as if you were getting comfortable. Moving with you, Donnie’s thigh tensed as he held the chair. Sliding the other way, found him mirroring and you grinned as you rolled back. Thinking you’d settle, Donnie’s legs relaxed and right at that moment you made for small, tight circles with your hips.

“Y-yes, those are accurate projections.”

Drunk on the stutter you sped up until the chair squeaked from the unsanctioned use. One of Donnie’s hands clamped down onto your hip as the other typed on evenly. Cheek pressed to his throat, you felt the erratic nature of his heartbeat. It leapt in time with his cock which seemed furious it couldn’t get in a movement edgewise. Creaking became a metronome and Donnie’s voice lost will as his lips refused to close around the little pants breaking free.

You were considering stopping cold as he had done when proximity caused you to hear something.

“Are you alright, Donatello? It sounds like you're running.”

“Yes!” His voice was so chipper you could hear the grinding of the wood. “I had forgotten some tea brewing and thought I could salvage it.”

The man on the line gave a hearty laugh.

Releasing his keys, Donnie locked onto your waist in a pathetic attempt to stop you.

A mistake, the move only slotted him deeper.

He gasped, sharp and loud.

“Steeped too long?” This Matsushita person was especially loud when he thought he knew something. 

“Yes.” Donnie bucked up and bit his lip at the friction. “I’ll have to dump it out.”

You signed and asked him if that was a promise.

He flicked his mic up long enough to crush you in a swift kiss.

Putting it back into position, he held the stem, ready. “By the way Matsushita, how was your daughter’s recital?”

The man’s deep voice hit an excited new height the moment Donnie muted himself. Catching his arms in time as he grabbed you, you both participated in a lift and drop. Moans leaked from the drag against your inner walls and he committed to the bounce. Digging your nails into the top of his chair, you found enough leverage to meet his strides. Desperation pounded you together and the slap of skin competed with the chair’s protest right up until the moment it gave out. In a dual cry, gravity found itself party to a ménage a trois. 

Falling like on an amusement park ride, your body tipped away and you expected a painful catch from the table. It didn’t come as Donnie made the save instead. Your momentum took effect and, with a shove, the chair rolled out from the desk. Upper bodies split apart by the third party, he tried to reel you in, but his own refusal to stop caused a further drift. Feeling a similar reluctance, you rolled your hips downward to be his equal and opposite. Gravity reared its head against the neglect and forced you to latch onto either armrest as if it were a safety rail. Having thrown all instruction manuals out of the window, you utilized it for even a shred more leverage in fucking the wits out of your partner.

From where he was pawing at your thighs, Donnie’s hand shakily went to his headset. There, he managed to flick the mic down long enough to grunt out, “Your wife. S-still crafting?”

Without a care for the answer, Donnie shot upright and the headset fell to pool around his neck. Your lower back slammed onto his keyboard and, for a moment as you settled, you glimpsed screens flash as you pressed a random assortment of buttons.

Outright snarling, Donnie pulled the mic right up to his lips. “Get your IT on it then!!”

In a dismissive toss, he threw the headphones across the room as he spread you for him. Sinking in all the more, the table joined the session as he fucked you straight into it. Openly screaming out as the new angle had him plowing all the right places, you scrambled to get a grip, but each palming slid off where light perspiration had cropped up. Needing you in one place, Donnie caught your flailing elbows and tucked them into his chest before getting a renewed hold on your hips.

With your orgasm approaching, you felt the stretch as his knot bulged and your body made the usual accommodation. Not enough, he buried it in until the strain bled into his eyes. Arms otherwise trapped, it gave you enough room for your hands to take his face. Pulling him down, he forced his forehead to yours in a knock that stung. With more important matters, you swiftly forgot the pain to part your lips for a breathy, “Fill me up.”

He outright whined and you knew his protest well.

You hadn’t cum yet. 

Shaking your head, it ticked in time with each stroke. “P-please!”

He tried to translate his own refusal in the same way as you, but you tightened your grip on his jaw. Caught, he pleaded with submerged pupils.

“I-I’m sorry…” You tried your best to look crestfallen even though you clamped down on him at the thought of what you’re prepared to say. 

He gave a confused chirp.

“I-I t-thought-”

 You hadn’t thought it was possible for you to cum from talk alone. 

He was always showing you new sides to yourself. 

“-you w-wanted me to m-make you a daddy?”

In two vicious pumps he came and what sounded like an explosion went off. Burning from an echo deep in your eardrums, your own orgasm swept up in the flash bang. Your back hit the wall as Donnie’s semen swelled. Heat boiled your insides as you clung to him, faintly registering kissing and how his tongue was doing its best to similarly fill that hole. It paled in comparison as you rutted down on his knot and an overstimulated squeak erupted from him. Extra spurts strung out his ejaculation and you broke from his lips to cry about the pressure. Donnie shushed you with little pecks until you were swept up in another kiss.

The fury abated as you shifted to languidly drink each other in. Calm returning, your legs twitched and you sensed he was holding you up somewhere around your thighs. Dully confused as to where that meant the table went, you wrung Donnie’s neck to pull him closer. He complied and amidst a make-out you heard a faint repetition.

“-onatello?”

It was static.

“-re you there?”

It came from down the hall.

“Donatello!”

Donnie broke the kiss and his expression said it couldn’t be helped. Euphoria had your senses and you smiled at him dumbly. He couldn’t help but give you one last kiss before finally he moved to take care of the interloper. Pulling you close, you snuggled into him remembering how good it felt not too long ago. He took a few steps and you registered the movement not for what it was, but as an action that allowed you to glimpse the chair. Memories of being lifted out of it surfaced and it made sense that it rolled all the way over to the partition between the living and bedrooms. What didn’t was when Donnie suddenly squatted down. Breaking the seal of his knot, cum leaked and coaxed a shudder from both of you.

“Matsushita?” Donnie sounded distraught.

He usually did when his cum was wasted.

“Good, we’re back.” Relief gave way in Donnie’s voice. 

That change was fast.

Cradling you, he adjusted your load to rise up before he leaned against the couch. “It’s a shame we experienced so many technical difficulties. The majority of the report was relayed, but do you need to reschedule?”

You could hear Matsushita respond. The man sounded irate, but for whatever reason, you could tell it wasn’t with Donnie.

“Mhm…” Your boyfriend hummed, knowing that too.

Matsushita continued to rant which gave you time to look around. Above you, Donnie smiled where he had his headphones back on. You blinked at them slowly before moving to look over your shoulder. In what looked to be a moment away from smoldering ash were the remains of Donnie’s desk. Its wood surface had been split right down the middle as if it had been used in a martial arts’ demonstration.  Splintered wood covered the floor along with letter keys from a smashed keyboard. Wires trailed up to where only one monitor stood upright, but impact cracks said it too had fallen victim.

Shoulders dropping, you turned a horrified gawk to Donnie.

“Don’t be too hard on your IT department. Technology is a fickle mistress.” He pet your cheek with a growing smile. “I’ll email you the report. Until next time.” Shoving the headset behind him onto the couch, Donnie caught your lips and your complaints evaporated under his ardor.

NEXT

Beta round up thank-yous to @tmntxthingsand @thepinkpanther83

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MASTER LIST.

🕯️ - links to my works will all be connected to this post, to make it easier, and far more organized.

REQUESTS

-link to my requests page, who I will take. Please requests character/fandoms if you don't see who you want.

-click here.

marvel

-bucky barnes x reader

After Sam got y/n to agree meeting Bucky, strictly on mission terms, things start to get personal.

-avengers reacting to reader wearing a suit.

The avengers + others reaction to you wearing a suit. I added somewhat of a plot to each one.

-Our little secret: peter parker x crush!reader

only ned knows about y/n's crush on peter, and Peter's crush on y/n. they all decide to hangout for an annual lego build.

- gwen stacy x gn!band!reader

gwen has been ghosting you, but shows up to one of your concerts unannounced.

- avengers + getting caught making out with you (separately)

- peter parker x gn!classmate!reader

peter interrupts your best friend and yours conversation, but it turns out to be for the better.

- bucky barnes x best friend!reader

the power goes off in the avengers tower leaving you to find your way to the living room as per Tony's instructions.

tmnt

-donnie x reader

Your overworking yourself only for Donnie to find you in his room mindlessly studying.

-2012 Leo x gn!reader

reader has recently became obsessive over drawing, and dedicated all of their time, creating worry with Leo.

-donnie x hurt!reader

the boys thought you were an intruder when the motion detector went off, but instead you stumble in.

content creators

-I wanna be yours: flamingo x gn!reader

reader comes home after work to find Albert binging on the couch.

-albert aretz x sleepy!reader

albert knew you loved to sleep, probably one of your favorite things to do. While he was editing a video curled up with you, he felt your bodyweight get heavier and wondered why.

-albert aretz x reader

Exhausted reader comes home after a tiring day at work and hasn't slept for days.

-albert aretz x reader

after a fun day out, you find yourself falling asleep against albert's hands. who knew he was such a hair braiding expert?

-albert aretz x reader

Albert tells your date that you two are dating, when you aren't.

-albert aretz x reader

Albert is worried that you would want kids with how you've been taking care of them.

- albert aretz x reader

Albert invites you to rest on his lap while he finishes his work.

- lighting - albert aretz x reader

the thunderstorm definitely had great timing.

albert aretz x reader

you were never really open about your scars, but Albert will always be there for you.

albert aretz x reader

"close your eyes and hold out your hands", definitely wasn't what you were expecting it to be.

- albert aretz x plus size!reader

albert finds one of your many hoodies.

- albert aretz x gn!reader

after finishing editing albert falls asleep on your chest, you wake a couple hours later to the feeling of it.

cobra kai

you scared me, kid.

platonic!johnny Lawrence x fem!hurt!reader - Miguel x fem!hurt!reader

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May All 4-1!

Here we are folks! Happy May!

This is my submission for the TMNT All 4-1 Challenge.

The lovely hosts: @turtle-babe83, @thelaundrybitch, @leosgirl82, and @post-apocalyptic-daydream ❤

Prompt I chose: "You did what, now?" - "You heard me. What are you gonna do about it?"

This takes place in the What Better is Like universe, set after the events of the main fic so slight (?) spoilers. I did my best to not give away TOO much, so it can be read as stand-alone 😁

Rise! Donatello x Kayla (Female OC) - SFW, maybe slight NSFW (?)

Donnie and my OC are both over 20!

Enjoy!!!

Taglist: @turtle-babe83, @manduse, @morning-sun-brah, @crazysarah-98, @pacoholin, @iamdefinitelytheratking

Lavender and Lace

With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler About you many good things come into relation I think of proofs and grammar, vowel sounds, like A is for knee socks, E for panties I is for buttondown, O the blouse you wear U is for hair clip, and Y your tight skirt The music picks up again, I am the man I hope to be Lines Depicting Simple Happiness - Peter Gizzi

Kayla groaned as she fought with her luggage, cursing as her carry-on fell off her shoulder and snagging her hair in the process. The wheels of her suitcase would not cooperate with the grating of the elevator so she gave one last particularly hard tug, finally dislodging one of the wheels from where it got caught. After coming out victorious she hit the button for the top floor, carefully fixing the strap on her shoulder to free her brown locks. 

One may think she overpacked for her trip, but unfortunately the weather in Texas during the week of her visit was all over the place. She planned for the rain which was still downpouring when her flight landed, for the random heat wave that spiked temperatures up during her third day and went on until the end of her week there, which was met with a sudden cold front with extremely high winds. Sometimes she missed the sporadic weather patterns of her home state, but she was grateful to be back home. 

Sure, visiting her aunt for a much needed change in scenery to finish up the last round edits of her novel was nice, but she found herself missing her boyfriend with each passing day. They still communicated daily, almost hourly even, but distance really did make the heart grow fonder as she found herself counting down the hours she would be in his arms once more within minutes of taking off from New York. 

The elevator came to a stop and she thankfully had an easier time maneuvering her luggage, getting to the door of her penthouse rather quickly. Once inside she shrugged off her carry-on and left her bags at the entrance, taking her glasses off to keep them out of harm's way before promptly falling face down on her couch with an exaggerated sigh. 

As if on cue her phone went off from her back pocket. She dug it out and lifted her head to see the display, seeing a new message from her boyfriend. 

Of course he knew she was already home thanks to the security system he installed in her apartment early on in their relationship. He had wanted to install cameras as well but she was able to convince him not to after a couple hours of back and forth. She knew he meant well and just wanted to make sure she was safe, especially with him and his brothers essentially being New York’s superheroes, so they compromised - he was allowed to install a system that would notify the both of them if an outside door or window was opened. In return she was given more in-depth lessons on self defense (which were almost always cut short due to the two of them getting… distracted). He also taught her how to best use the new upgrades on her stun wand he made for her all those months ago. 

She smiled to herself, remembering their last conversation where he rambled about the possibility of adding in yet another upgrade for the extendable staff feature, even if she didn’t understand half of the lingo he used. He could read out the entire encyclopedia to her and she would love every second of it. 

Kayla sat up and put on her glasses to read his message as another one from him came through.

💜Pookie💜: Welcome home Darling Dearest! I hope your flight was swell. 

💜Pookie💜: I went through the liberty of leaving you a surprise while you were gone. You should see it as soon as you go into your bedroom <3

Her brows raised as she read the words. A surprise?

Curiosity bubbled up inside of her as she stood up to immediately see what Donatello had left for her. There it was, just like he said - a large purple gift bag with black tissue paper sitting right in the middle of her bed. 

She sat down on her bed and opened it up with a speed that matched her excitement. Underneath the tissue paper was several pairs of underwear in purples, blacks and grays, and the occasional pink… Oh, that’s a lot… Is that lace? Wait a minute…

Her phone began ringing. She answered the call without looking at the screen, knowing exactly who was calling. 

“Did you see your present, love?” Donatello asked before she could speak, the telltale sound of him typing on his keyboard in the background. 

She pursed her lips. “I did. Do I want to know why I’m looking at about thirty pairs of new underwear?”

“Twenty-eight actually. Enough for four weeks since I know you put on a new pair every morning and night, and enough to fully replace all your old ones I threw out while-”

“You did what, now?” 

Kayla promptly stood up and went over to her walk-in wardrobe, finding her underwear drawer completely empty. 

“You heard me. I threw out your old underwear and got you new ones to match my own color scheme, with some in your favorite color of course.” He stated, still typing away.

She blinked once, then twice. “And you did this because…?”

A pause and she could almost feel the eye roll he was doing on the other end. “Simple. I just really like you in purple.”

“Oh? It’s not because you hated seeing me in underwear that matched your brother’s colors?” She questioned with a smirk, knowing she hit the turtle on the shell with that observation. Donatello was too easy to read sometimes. 

Another pause, this time the clacking of his keyboard went hand in hand with his silence. “And if it was?”

“So I’m right.” She grinned. 

“What are you going to do about it?” 

She hummed aloud, walking back into her bedroom. “Well, I was going to suggest modeling them all for you…” Kayla teased. 

Donatello’s breath hitched on the other line.

“But you sound kind of busy…” She trailed off.

“I’ll be over in five.” 

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Now Watching: The Saw Cinematic Universe!

This is one of my favorite cinematic universes. I have always loved these movies. Its horror, but done right. Scary for the right reasons, but not cheap jump scares. Music is great, who doesn't love Billy? I just recently watched Saw X and decided to make a post or two about it!

Saw (2004)

Photographer Adam Stanheight (Leigh Whannell) and oncologist Lawrence Gordon (Cary Elwes) regain consciousness while chained to pipes at either end of a filthy bathroom. As the two men realize they've been trapped by a sadistic serial killer nicknamed "Jigsaw" and must complete his perverse puzzle to live, flashbacks relate the fates of his previous victims. Meanwhile, Dr. Gordon's wife (Monica Potter) and young daughter (Makenzie Vega) are forced to watch his torture via closed-circuit video.

Saw II (2005)

On the hunt for the twisted vigilante and serial killer Jigsaw (Tobin Bell), Detective Eric Matthews (Donnie Wahlberg) and his team must apprehend the elusive murderer to rescue eight people trapped in an abandoned house, before they succumb to his torturous and murderous games. One twist to this task is that Matthews' own son, Daniel (Erik Knudsen), is among the eight people Jigsaw has chosen to test for their lack of morality. With nerve gas pumping through the house, every second counts.

Saw III (2006)

Dr. Lynn Denlon (Bahar Soomekh) becomes a pawn in the Jigsaw Killer's (Tobin Bell) latest gory game. Kidnapped and taken to an abandoned warehouse, she finds Jigsaw bedridden and dying. Her task is to keep the maniac alive long enough for Jeff (Angus Macfadyen), a fellow victim, to complete his own task. Each is unaware that Jigsaw has much bigger -- and deadlier -- plans in store.

Saw IV (2007)

During the autopsy of serial killer Jigsaw (Tobin Bell), a cassette tape is discovered in his stomach in which he warns that his gory games will continue. Sure enough, SWAT Lt. Daniel Rigg (Lyriq Bent) is forced to follow a blood-drenched trail of torture, dismemberment and death in order to find two missing colleagues. A pair of FBI profilers follow Riggs, suspecting he might be Jigsaw's accomplice, even as they unlock the puzzle of the killer's origins, seen in gruesome flashbacks.

Saw V (2008)

Despite the fact that fiendish serial killer Jigsaw is dead, his work lives on through a new apprentice, Lieutenant Mark Hoffman, a cop who appeared to be hot on the murderer's trail. As fellow lawman Agent Peter Strahm begins to suspect Hoffman is Jigsaw's protégé, the fledgling killer sets out to dispose of him.

Saw VI (2009)

With Jigsaw (Tobin Bell) still directing events from beyond the grave, Hoffman (Costas Mandylor) emerges as the heir to the killer's twisted legacy. But as the FBI closes in, Hoffman sets in motion a game that is designed to reveal Jigsaw's grand scheme.

Saw 3D (2010)

As a fierce battle rages over Jigsaw's (Tobin Bell) terrible legacy, survivors seek support from a fellow survivor and self-help guru, who has a few dark secrets of his own. Meanwhile, crooked cop Hoffman (Costas Mandylor) seeks revenge against Jigsaw's wife and an author who has his own story.

Jigsaw (2017)

After a series of murders bearing all the markings of the Jigsaw killer, law enforcement officials find themselves chasing the ghost of a man who has been dead for over a decade, and they become embroiled in a new game that's only just begun. Is John Kramer back from the dead to remind the world to be grateful for the gift of life? Or is this a trap set by a killer with designs of his own?

Spiral (2021)

Working in the shadow of his father, Detective Ezekiel "Zeke" Banks and his rookie partner take charge of an investigation into grisly murders that are eerily reminiscent of the city's gruesome past. Unwittingly entrapped in a deepening mystery, Zeke finds himself at the center of the killer's morbid game.

Saw X (2023)

Hoping for a miraculous cure, John Kramer travels to Mexico for a risky and experimental medical procedure, only to discover the entire operation is a scam to defraud the most vulnerable. Armed with a newfound purpose, the infamous serial killer uses deranged and ingenious traps to turn the tables on the con artists.

Great series. I love this. There is no movie quite like this set, and its inspired movies since its inception. Different people have been involved in it, but it has always retained its quirks. Tobin Bell is amazing. If you have not seen any of them, look out for the chronological order post to see how to properly experience this!

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TMNT 2012 Ships as Disney Couples Headcanons

Donnie X April

Belle & Adam/The Beast, Ariel & Eric (But Donnie is Ariel cause I said so), Cinderella & Prince Charming (again, Donnie as Cinderella), Woody & Bo Peep, Milo & Kida, Mary Poppins & Bert, and Jack & Sally.

Raph X Mona Lisa

Aladdin & Jasmine, Hercules & Meg, Snow White & Prince Florian (Raph is Snow White for obvious reasons Pigeon Princess), Esmeralda & Phoebus (“What a woman!”), Robin Hood & Maid Marian, Simba & Nala, Mulan & Shang (“You fight good” just sounds like something Raph would say to Mona XD) and Han & Leia (“I love you” “I know” is such a RaMona vibe)

Mikey X Renet

Micky & Minnie, Anna & Kristoff, Aurora & Prince Philip (Mikey is Aurora because I said so), Peter Pan & Wendy, and Roger & Jessica Rabbit (“He makes me laugh” is totally something Renet would say about Mikey).

Bonus: 

Karai X Shinigami

Rapunzel & Eugene (Karai’s story is very similar to Rapunzel)

April X Casey

Tarzan & Jane and Giselle & Robert