#and his lil snaggle tooth

[iffondrels-library]

Some warm-ups of the soft boy.

[slumbergoblin]

Man that's crazy, anyways- *turns your Pac-Man and the Ghostly Adventures characters into trolls* (redesign of these!)

[somerandomdudelmao]

So, Casey's a turtle mutant, and he has obvious links to Leo (skin markings + color), some subtle links to Mikey (Shell design), and a very subtle link to Raph with his fangs.

I wonder though, how long did it take them to notice that he has fangs? And just how much did this…

Hurt to see?

Not to mention that the fangs could probably be written off as a link to Donnie, since spiny softshells bite pretty hard and Casey hasn't had physical contact with Raph's original body in about 10 years.

Raph sees the kid he was basically a dad to, as a turtle, with physical traits of his family, and almost no trace of himself. Casey doesn't remember him, and he resembles Leo more than anyone else. It hurts. But Casey and Leo are so happy, Raph can't ruin that. So he doesn't.

He shows annoyance/exhaustion at the unexpected mutation, and it's more directed towards his brother's tendency for scietific chaos that the actual mutation.

He also seems to avoid Casey until Draxum arrives and is able to "fix" Casey. Leo, Mikey, and Donnie all actively bond with Casey over being a turtle mutant. Raph barely shows up in this episode, and directly interacts with him even less, barely even paying attention when Leo throws Casey at him, and not even fully addressing Casey the whole episode (from what I remember).

Anyway, imagine Raph finding out Casey's mutation was never actually reversed and feeling a bit of pain because Casey wanted to stay a turtle mutant so he would always have a reminder of his family, and still not seeing much of any trace of himself.

Ok, now imagine Casey's fangs getting a bit too big and developing a snaggle tooth.

That's all ok byeee!!

Oooooouuuuh~ A little fact about Casey's mutation - originally, at some point I wanted to make him a snapping turtle instead of a red-eared slider. He had a spiky shell, little claws.... and a tail...also....like...Spiky lil tail....Yes. (Don't ask me why he had it while turtles don't. My concepts don't have logic~)

But then I thought it would be weird...where would he find that kind of dna? So, yeah... It's just the fangs. Maybe if I'm in the mood I'll come back to this topic haha~

Also, I want to add that even though Raph was the first one to adopt Casey, that doesn't make him the only real parent or smth. Leo literally raised that kid for ten years. He didn't take the title of father away from Raph. He joined it. And he was doing a good job of telling Casey about Raph. The only problem was that Leo could only talk about Raph from his own, brotherly point of view.

Casey grew up knowing what Raph was to Leo. And he was too young (and traumatized) to remember what Raph was to Casey.

[msookyspooky]

Two Heads are Better

Multi-May (I barely made it Bex😤) ☆ Smut 18+ ☆ Foxy x Captive!AFAB!Reader x Otis ☆ TW: !DARK!Non-Consent!! ☆ Readers Pronouns are She/Her ☆ Reader is a grown adult but young compared to them (Probably 20+ age gap) and they use it while dirty talking ☆ Reader Either is a Virgin or Lied About it; up to You ☆ Corruption ☆ S/M Kink ☆ Cursing and Vulgar Crude Talk ☆ Knifeplay ☆ Gunplay☆ Bloodyplay ☆ Old Men and an Age Gap ☆ Forced Orgasm ☆ Orgasm Denial ☆ Death Threats ☆ PVP ☆ Humiliation ☆ Degradation ☆ Captive Reader ☆ Talk of Body Mutilation but Doesn't Happen ☆ Devil's Triangle Threesome ☆ Reader Referred to as Mama because of the Time Period + Them referring to themselves as Daddy Occasionally ☆ Reader is Bound and Helpless / Bondage ☆ Rough Sex ☆ Vibrator ☆ Abuse ☆ Degrading Dirty Talk and Insults ☆ Foxy and Otis refer to each other as Brothers but aren't Related by blood so??? Do with that what you will ☆ Nasty Old Men You Might get a UTI From with Dumb Outdated Redneck Logic (Not my logic!) ☆

Not proofread. No word count.

"Well, well...What do we got here?" The shorter old man with long white hair said. His voice was pleasant and he was smiling... And yet, no warmth was behind those eyes. Those eyes were devoid of anything but looking at you like a piss ant to harm just cause he could. The strands of his hair stringy, dirty and course with age and lack of maintenance. Looking like he hadn't brushed it in some time. His beard; ghosted white over most of it and very rough and unkept.

"Looks like a lil girl that got herself in some big trouble, brother." The taller more willowy one mumbled. His voice deep and distinctive and dare you say attractive. It could almost disguise the creepy snaggled tooth grin on his face and the sawed off shotgun in his hand. His more hollow eyes looked at you more with excitement and amusement while his brother looked at you like he was dead inside for the most part. Either way, they both looked down upon their captive like a toy to break in.

You were bound naked to a chair. Past panicking. Just your chest rising and falling. They had caught you off guard when you were at the wrong place, wrong time. Forced you to strip with trembling hands and fearful tears as they hauled you into a nearby house. Killing the family there right in front of you. An older man and woman. All before the taller one tied you up to this dining room chair with arms on it. You still felt sickened when his large calloused hand roughly groped at you the entire time...All before they left. Left you there in that room for an hour, at least, that's what it felt like. It felt like they did it on purpose; psychological manipulation. God, why don't they just kill you?

You sat there eyes darting around for so long. You felt your wrist trying to wiggle free. Sore from rope burn. You heard their names were Foxy and Otis...You knew them from the news and that made your escape that much more prevalent.

All before you got a hand free and the second you did you frantically scrambled to get it all the rest of the way off. Ripping at the rope and jerking the dish towel from out of your mouth they gagged you with before running full speed to the back door. Tripping on your own two feet not even caring if you were naked.

Then a scream ripped from your throat with a loud smack.

A backhand got you right upside the mouth by the shorter one as it flung you to the tile floor before he grabbed you by the hair to drag you back.

You were crying as he yelled, "The fuck you think you're going bitch!?" Slamming you onto the ground. You yelped as he kicked you. "Get your ass back in that fuckin' chair!"

You shakily sucked in breath through the pain he just gave you with that kick to your side. Whimpering and softly crying to yourself. You scooted back into the chair as Otis seemed to calm a bit. Like a switch. A manipulative terrifying switch.

He sighed as if he was disappointed in you even though you knew damn well this was on purpose. They made it loose so you'd get free and then have an excuse to discipline you.

"Now, why did you make him do that?" Foxy smirked talking to you from behind as he entered the kitchen. Otis tied you up way tighter as he talked; Hurting your aching skin as he did so. "We ain't hurt you yet. You should be damn grateful...Now? Tsk..." Foxy smirked wider tsking to himself.

You shook your head as Otis now tied your thighs to the arms of the chair and your wrist behind it. You jerked and Otis forcibly grabbed your hips to the end of the chair; your back slumped uncomfortabley as he tied your upper thighs to the arms. It was uncomfortable on a hard wooden chair like that but they clearly didn't give a shit.

He smirked at that as Foxy walked over. His deep set blue eyes directly on your genitals that were spread a bit more for them to see.

"Ya got a cute lil puss on ya." Otis complimented giving the outer lips a light smack as you jerked and gasped at the feeling. "Shame we gotta tear that shit up." He gave with way too sadistic of a grin for it to ever be a 'shame' to him.

You panicked. You fully realized and remembered who these freaks were now. These men were known on tv for how cruel they were. You read the reports after they ditched prison! We're talking cutting your labia off, burning your clit then fucking you afterwards and using your blood as lube sick in the head type of shit! You were almost hyper ventilating seeing Otis's hunting knife in his pocket.

Foxy smirked that creepy smile, "So, ya wanna fuck her then cut her or cut her then fuck her?"

Otis laughed, "Does it matter?"

You were panicking and trembling so bad your legs shook the chair before you just blurted out. "Don't...I...Take me with you!!" You screeched. "If you don't hurt me I can g-go w-with you!...I'm serious I can be whatever you want just please don't cut me or anything. I'll be good. I can be whatever..." You stuttered out in a whimper, your tears clinging to yoyr lashes to obscure your sight. You were doing the only thing you could think of that was outrageous enough to get their attention.

Both men looked mildly surprised at that. No victim ever offered that. They offered to suck their dicks, give them money, not to tell police...But to be their pet? That was new.

They stared before Otis scoffed, "Oh really? You think you're special enough for-"

"Yes!" You interrupted him and he smacked you upside the head.

"Know your God damn place first and foremost or I WILL cut that motherfucking tongue out. I'm more into deep throating then that kitten licking shit you chicks do anyways."

Foxy just grinned at his brother before Otis sighed in thought.

Foxy mumbled, "She needs taught. She's jus' a spring chick that needs the ol' roosters to get her in line..." Foxy played with your trembling lip with his thumb then smeared a tear over your cheek. He grew more serious a moment, "Besides, I could use her in those adult movie ideas I got. She's got a good enough pair of titties." He smirked lecherously at you as you averted your eyes. "And speak for your godamn self. I don't mind a woman's tongue tickling my nuts."

Otis shrugged pondering as if to say, 'fair enough.' He chuckled at how scared you looked as your legs were spread wide open and your breast and pussy on full display. "Well...I suppose we can teach her. Besides, might be fun to keep her alive a few hours. Teach her how to not be such a damn prude...But still, how can we trust her? I mean, she done tried to escape."

"You got a point." Foxy nodded all before shoving his shotgun right at your vulva, nudging your labia to the side with the barrel. Pressing it as you whimpered at the cold metal and the implication. "Give us a good goddamn reason to trust your ass." He ordered rubbing his shotgun barrel all over your pussy slowly as he spoke.

Your mouth opened and you didn't know what to say. "P-Please...I..."

Otis took his knife and grazed it over your flesh before making a few thin slices along your breast and abdomen. Blood coming to each thin cut and you winced everytime, "I don't know how!" You blurted out in a trembling voice.

"Well you better figure it the fuck out!" Otis demanded as he acted like he was close to slicing your nipple off and you tried so hard and failed not to cry. Holding so still and frozen in fear. You were stiff as a board not even amsaying a word.

Suddenly...Otis smirked as an idea came to mind.

"....Foxy."

"Yeah, Whitey?" Foxy replied not moving his gun from rubbing your outer and inner labia slowly.

"Ya saw that back massager upstairs?"

Foxy stared before a wicked grin graced his face, "...Ya got some ideas?"

Otis chuckled, "Shut up and go get the damn thing."

Foxy scoffed and took his gun away to your relief. "Foxy this, Foxy that...You aint my goddamn boss, motherfucker."

"Just get the damn massager before I decide to cut this chicks tits off, motherfucker." Otis replied almost jokingly! All while you were so scared you couldn't even think.

You waited with Otis looking at you in interest as he grazed his knife over your flesh, "You excited, Mama?" He whispered. "You should be." He barely flicked your nipple with the knife not enough to cut but you didn't breathe. "Prove to us you're obedient and maybe...Just maybe we'll let you tag along and live. How's that sound?"

You eagerly nodded.

"Ya gonna speak?" He demanded. "I asked you a motherfucking question."

You opened your mouth scared he'd cut you or get hit again. But when he pressed the knife near your aerola you blurted out with a screwed up shut eyed face, "I don't know if I'm allowed to speak or you'll get mad."

To your surprise, Otis laughed heartily. "Good girl...You can speak when we ask you something. Not a fucking peep more. Is that clear?"

"Yes...Sir?" You hesitantly said.

He grinned down at you. He'd actually be handsome if he cleaned up and wasn't aiming a knife at your tit. "Good girl." He cut near the nipple but not on it as you winced but didn't dare move. All before he bent down to lick the blood that ever so slowly seeped out the line. Swirling his tongue and fluttering against the nipple to get it hard. All before then sucking it into his mouth; humming as he did so. Closing his eyes as he enjoyed tasting your blood and doing this to you. It hurt where he made the thin slice but...Well, his tongue expertly rolling around and over the sensitive bud didn't feel like the worse thing.

You didn't dare whimper or anything for fear of punishment.

Foxy came in and scoffed, "Hey. Don't go sucking tits without me, prick." You saw he had a 70's style hitachi back massager. Those were...Popular. Still are. But not for backs.

You sucked in a breath and bit your inner cheek when Otis gave a hard nip to it before pulling his mouth away with a plop sound from his lips. Grinning as his dirty thumb carressed your cheek. Your skin soft and supple compared to the callousness of his thumb. "Not even a peep? What a good piece of meat."

Foxy looked mildly annoyed maybe even jealous. "C'mon man." He grumbled.

Otis grabbed your hair to force your head back while shoving his tongue in your mouth. His cracked dry lips and scruffy beard roughly over your skin. His breath tasted of cigarettes and booze thankfully to disguise any bad breath as his tongue forced its way almost down your throat. He purposely got sloppy. His saliva on your tongue as he shoved it as far back as possible. You wanted to bite it off or spit at him but knew that was just asking to get mutilated and killed. The dead body and blood in the corner of the kitchen from one of the home owners proof enough.

Instead, your tongue massaged his back out of pure instinct and you heard a grunt come from him before he roughly jerked you back glaring down at you in annoyance. Looking ready to hit you again.

"I'm sorry." You rushed out. Scared you did something horribly wrong.

"What is it, brother?" Foxy laughed, "Ain't had a woman rub her tongue on yours without paying her?"

"Shut the fuck up." Otis glared. "...Do not try to dominate me. At all. That includes touching me. You don't do a damn thing unless I tell you."

You nodded as he ran his tongue across your lips, giving a hard bite. You winced thinking he might bite till you bleed before he roughly shoved your head away and let go of your hair as you kept your eyes closed to compose yourself. His saliva in your mouth with the taste of him, cuts stinging, lower lip he just bit throbbing a bit, and your back uncomfortable with the position in the chair. Fuckers couldn't even get you a pillow behind you...Obviously but damn.

You barely had time to recover as Foxy slide his long rough fingers over your pussy and you sharply stiffened. Rubbing your outer lips as he rubbed and seperated your pussy with his fingers. "Damn...I can't even see her cunt hole, brother." He hungrily gave. "Ya got a tight lil snatch on you, huh baby?"

They looked expectantly and you only got the hint to answer when you grimaced at Foxy tugging on your inner lips not really a yank to hurt but it was a weird sensation you weren't use to. It was a warning that those COULD get ripped or cut off. All while he played with your pussy like a stimuli toy to busy him.

You forced out a, "I uh...I guess??"

Otis and Foxy laughed as Foxy chuckled out as he massaged your inner lips gently between his thumb and finger creating a heated feeling in your core at the odd feeling you rarely felt.

You tried to ignore that as Foxy said, "Aww she's shy." He smoothed a finger over your entrance, toying with it to the point it was uncomfortable before dipping it in slowly as your breath caught. "We'll get that outta you. God, I hate a shy woman."

Otis laughed as he eyed you seeing the way you looked flustered. "You're just thinkin of hookers, idiot. But this? Nah, they got an appeal for breakin' em in when they get all shy at just a good fingering."

You tried not to whimper as Foxy firmly massaged your g spot. Bent over to lay nibbling kisses on your shoulder as his beard scratched your skin. "Stop bullshitting us. I can feel your pussy eagerly sucking on my finger. Damn things so greedy, isn't it?" He whispered hot in your ear.

Otis gave you a pointed look and you forced out with teary eyes, "Yes..."

"Does this pussy like cock?"

"...No." You swallowed. Risking saying it to see if it would deter them.

Otis tsked, "Why? You a Les or something?"

You faltered as Foxy rapidly finger fucked you pummeling that spongey tissue on your front wall and just went twice as deep. Past that even. Your thighs twitched but unable to close them as your chest rose and fell. You didn't know how to answer, "N-No." You mumbled trying not to moan as this old man's long fingers reached places yours couldn't and plunged your insides with zero mercy.

"Then what's the problem?" Otis demanded.

Whether a lie to gain sympathy or the truth you stammered out, "V-Virgin...I'm..." You trailed off trying not to moan.

Foxy chuckled and eased up. "Oh really? I think you're lying. This pussy is too damn greedy to not have had cock before."

You furiously shook your head hoping they'd be gentle if you did.

Otis eyed you and bent down to tweak your nipple. "That so?...How about we test that?"

He whispered something in Foxy's ear as Foxy grinned and pulled his finger out. It wasn't as wet as they wanted and you froze at their disappointment.

Otis laughed, "Ha! You can't even get a slut wet, huh?"

"Fuck right off!" Foxy sneered, "She's wet."

"She could be wetter though." Otis mused. Foxy huffed silently agreeing.

You were cautious what they were doing before you craned your neck in a choked gasp as they both latched onto a breast roughly. Foxy used his hands at first and Otis squeezed. All before Foxy bent down to tickle the nipple with his tongue and smirked at your reaction. Otis side eyed before biting his side as you tried not to cry out at the bite. The both used their hands and mouths. Furiously sucking and licking each nipple as if they were starved for it. Almost in competition with each other as you whined. Unable to hold it in. It only last a few shorts moments before Foxy dipped his hand back down and chuckled low in his throat pulling back as Otis flicked his tongue over the cut he made earlier.

"I'll be damned; she's dripping!" Foxy laughed out feeling around your labia.

Otis pulled back smirking, "Well damn aren't you a sensitive lil slut? I don't know, think she's lying to us?"

Foxy shrugged, "I don't know brother. I kinda do but I don't think I've ever seen a chick get so wet from just a few moments of licking her tits."

"True." Otis jerked your chin to look at him mumbling low, "So...You that inexperienced, Mama? A little bit of us sucking your tits has you soaked for us?"

You tried not to cry out the embarrassment and humiliation of it all and nodded. Lie or not. "Yes."

You clenched your teeth at Foxy kneeling to make a long swipe of his tongue over your cunt. All before fluttering his tongue mercilessly over your clit. He moaned a little with a grin as he licked and rolled his tongue over you. Even towards your asshole to rim you a moment as you shuddered. Some licks tickled, some felt good, some way too overstimulating too soon but your eyes lided as he suckled your sensitive clit in his warm wet mouth as your mouth parted in a silent moan you couldn't release for fear of punishment. Beard scratching against your inner and out lips.

Otis scoffed, "You fuckin' asshole, I was gonna do that and now you got yer fuckin' slobbers all over it." He grumbled as Foxy looked amused as he licked your hardening clit.

Foxy pulled back quickly rubbing your clit as you bit your cheek not to make noise. "What? I like licking cat once in a while you ain't the only one and her cunt smelled damn good...Good enough to eat-" He cut off to roughly suck your clit as you tried so so hard not to make a peep like you were told.

You felt your core heat involuntarily and your cunt ache deep inside. You knew you were getting wet and couldn't even control it. You were disgusted with yourself and yet...

Foxy pulled back and turned on the vibrator and barely tickled it along your hard little clit. Vibrating the sensitive buds surface as you whined in protest thighs twitching to move.

"No fucking moving." Otis ordered. "I wanna test that theory. See if you're a used up slut we get to fuck till it's a bigger gapping hole between your legs or a lil sensitive princess we get to train and stretch out."

How the fuck did any of that make sense!? Then again, you were talking to two crazed men. There was no sense but torturing you. You didn't even know if their end goal was to make you cum or to punish you if you did. Just to be safe you tried so hard to ignore the hitachi wand vibrating your clit. Breathing heavily through your nostrils.

Foxy stood up and moved the wand in circles as you closed your eyes and grimaced. Foxy mumbled, "Oh please, as if being a slut matters. We'd just move onto stretching that tight lil asshole if her pussy got too used up."

Otis chuckled and wagged a finger, "That is a true fuckin' statement."

You were barely listening trying to focus on not cumming.

Otis forced you to look at him. "Open your eyes, Mama."

You had to as your teary eyes hooded in pleasure were forced to look into blue eyes that seemed to stare in your soul yet had none of his own. Foxy moved the wand back and force and you had to force yourself not to jerk your hips. You didn't dare beg knowing you'd be punished for it.

"You're gonna be a fuck doll for us. Means no moving, no begging, not a fucking peep outta you." Otis ordered.

That was impossible! Not a sound with a Vibrator on high on your clit!? You bit your lip hard and nodded. At least it wasn't don't cum...Just don't react. Great.

Your thighs spread and tied down. Hands tied behind the chair, body bebt uncomfortably. You realized Otis made it so you could barely even move your hips! You were completely helpless as Foxy tapped your clit with the vibe while grinning, "Look how wet this pussies getting. She might as well be talkin' to me." He gestured to your pussy clenching and unclenching involuntarily...No damn it! No, you weren't gonna cum! You weren't giving them the satisfaction! Foxy made a joking voice, "Please Midnight Wolfman! Please fuck me!" He used his fingers to make your outer lips close and open as a joke as Otis busted out laughing and you were beyond humilated. Shamefully looking away with a tense expression.

"You fuckin' dipshit." Otis laughed out. "Besides..."

Your eyes widened considerably when Otis moved your chair back to lean against the counter. Your pussy angled upward as he undid his coveralls. "If anyone gets to fuck her cunt first; it's me."

Foxy scoffed as Otis got himself out and his half hardened cock in hand. Pubes just as straggly and light as his hair on his head. Precum already leaking from his tip.

"Man, what the fuck?" Foxy demanded like he got cheated in a game. "Why the fuck do you get first dibs, I don't want sloppy seconds."

Otis rolled his eyes smacking the head of his cock against your pussy as your eyes widened and he dipped himself down. Barely entering as the stretch made you tense. You were wet enough but you were so tense you couldn't get your muscles to relax as it hurt and yet you'd rather have the pain then your vaginal canal aching with the need to be filled with how much they teased. His cock was average but fat and with a bulbous head that made you grit your teeth in mild pain. Uncomfortable more than anything.

Otis just flipped Foxy off while gripping your chair with the other hand. "Just keep that vibrator on her...Goddamn, she's so motherfucking tight!" He gritted his teeth as he shoved in and your mouth hung open in a silent yell. A strangled noise sounding from you as you tried to bite it back. Remembering to not make a peep as Otis smirked and roughly plunged in and out of you. Not giving you time to adjust as tears of pain sprung to your eyes mingled with slight pleasure. He straddled the chair, bending his knees to plunge his dick in a downward motion as you felt light headed. Almost a standing mating press.

He was so rough it hurt so much! Knocking the air from your lungs with every thrust. It was hurting your back at this angle in this stupid chair. But...Foxy pressed the Vibrator more firmly and Otis kept viciously plunging his fat cock in and out of the sloppy wet hole you had. Your tense body clenching as you swore he was gonna tear an inner muscle in you as your thighs trembled like a leaf.

"Look at me." Otis demanded. You didn't hear as he slapped your face a bit, "Fucking look at me, bitch."

You did as you were told your face contorting as you heard the smacking sounds of his cock pounding your wet pussy. Whimpering in your throat at how this hurt but also...God your lower abdomen heated up and vision blurry as you tried not to roll your eyes back or shut them. "Ya like that, Mama? Like getting this cunt pounded into? You ain't so innocent now, whore." He hissed out.

You said nothing and Foxy grinned and roughly pinched and pulled a nipple as you cried out but cut it off in a choked sob of stimulation. Unable not to from the surprise burning sensation in your breast, "My brother asked you a question."

"N-Nooo!" You drew out through gritted teeth as that apparently just made Otis chuckle huskily in amusement and pound harder.

"Lying lil bitch." He grunted out. "You fucking love it. Love getting this pussy fucked, Mama? Yeah, you do."

Foxy barely tickled your clit with the vibrator while tweaking your nipples, "Maybe your not as good as you think." He jeered with a cocky smirk to Otis.

Otis grunted in his throat at that i sult as you wanted to curse Foxy for that! It made Otis go harder and faster as breath got knocked out of you with every thrust before you just couldn't take it. Especially with a Vibrator on high on your twitching clit. Your feet curling in the air as they were all you could move anyways.

You cried out in anguish and humiliation. A whiney, "Nnooo... Please!...Ahh!" As you were forced to cum on this disgusting man's cock.

Otis grinned as he urged you, "That's it Mama, cum on this big cock. Cum on my cock, Mama....Shh...That's it...Let it happen. Cum on Daddy's cock." He coaxed as your inner muscles milked him and you violently shook your head with tears at you cumming when you didn't want to. Your body betraying you.

Foxy huffed but smiled, "Baaddd girl. We told you be quiet."

You felt Otis grunt and twitch as his hot seed spilled out and onto your stomach. He did it on purpose as you grimaced at it shooting out to splash a bit on your face too. You were disgusted and humiliated as Otis sighed with a grin and pulled away to adjust himself. Done humiliating and marking his human fuck doll with his cum.

Foxy pulled the vibrator away and your body untensed in relief as you slumped back in the leaning chair. Taking harsh shuddering breaths like you ran a marathon.

You had no time to recover as you heard a fly unzip. Jerking your head down to see Foxy's dick lining up to your entrance. It was longer but slimmer than Otis and a bit more veiny but still had big girth. Foxy wasted no time sliding in as your pussy naturally clenched around the intrusion. "Saving the best for last, baby." Foxy smirked. "Give Daddy some sugar." He whispered as he rubbed your thigh.

Otis rolled his eyes and jerked the vibrator out of Foxy's hand and pressed it to your overstimulated clit as you jerked and groaned. "Ah, ah. Noooo." Otis scolded as he gave a smack to your thigh. "No fucking moving. Don't say anything. APPARENTLY, you're too fuckin' stupid to listen to basic commands so ya know what? Don't even fucking cum. You're a fucking hole and that's it and you're learning it the hard way." Otis ordered as he had no mercy on you and Foxy didn't either as he started thrusting. Grunting a bit as he went deeper than Otis but didn't stretch you as much. Your mouth wide open in a silent cry as your eyes rolled back. Both men watching you.

Foxy chuckled through his grunting, "That's it. Take it, bitch."

Otis grinned sadistically as he really pressed that Vibrator against you. So much that even when your outer nerves on your clit were going numb you felt all those delicious nerve endings behind your labia and clit reaching to your inner nerves to get stimulated. You were breathing in short burst as Foxy was going deep in your pussy. Hurting your cervix.

You almost thought you'd pass out from the pain of having your cervix getting bruised but your body adjusted as Otis rubbed that vibe all around. Smearing wetness on your aching clit.

Your body went from gritting your teeth in pain to rolling your eyes back. It hurt so damn good. A deep itch being scratched as the postion was stimulating around your cervix too. Soo damn deep you could never reach that alone. Your thighs trembled so bad as Otis held onto the chair while Foxy gripped your thighs so tight you knew you'd have bruises.

"Don't you cum, slut. Don't you dare fuckin cum!" Otis ordered as he pleasured your clit and tweaked your nipples before roughly palming your breast. He yanked a nipple then roughly squeezed as it just had your pussy spasming from the assault on your over sensitive, tired body.

Your mouth hung open as it took everything not to make a noise, tears leaking from your eyes as jagged breaths got punched out of you with every thrust Foxy gave. Plunging his cock in as you felt it drag quickly over your slick inner lips.

A choked sob like moan came from you and Otis leveled his knife at your throat.

"Don't do it! You fucking cum, cunt, and I will slit your goddamn throat! Worthless ass bitch."

Foxy grunted louder as he joined in, "That's right. You deserve to get split open like this. 'Virgin' my ass. This shit is taking dick too fucking well. I bet I could have you take 50 dicks in one video shoot and you would looovvee it!" He went from deep thrust to fast as can be shallow ones. Skin slapping repeatedly all you could hear as it hit the area between your cervix and g spot. It almost made a tingling happen from your toes to core as that heat was building and you cried not to. You'd die if you did!

"P-P-Please!" You choked out. "Please I don't want...Don't-"

Otis sneered and sliced the knife over a part of your neck as you silently cried, blood trickling a bit with a sting. "I don't remember giving you permission or asking! What a greedy fucking slut. You done came once and all you can think about is cumming again? Fucking spoiled skank." He grumbled rubbing the high powered vibrator back and forth on your clit smearing your own juices all over the nerves that were almost numb from the stimulation.

Foxy felt your pussy spasming and grunted out, "Shit, she don't listen worth a damn either."

And with a few more powerful thrusts you couldn't contain it! Screaming out as the most violent orgasm you ever had ripped from you to your absolute terror. Foxy and Otis smirked.

"That's it, whore. Get off on my cock."

"Scream for us, Mama! Scream like you're being murdered! Give us a fuckin prelude!"

All while that knife pressed so tight to your throat a bit of stinging on a spot Otis cut. Mid orgasm Foxy came too as you wept. Foxy's cock swelling and twitching slightly as hot cum shot into you. Sobbing as you knew you were gonna die. Humiliated with Otis's cum on your belly and face. Foxy's cum leaking out of you with your own dripping off him. The scent of your pussy on both of them, their scent all over you and you cumming like that's all you were good for. You cried as Foxy pulled out and zipped himself up with a sigh. Otis jerked your chair back to sit as your head tingled from the blood flow coming back but you were sobbing too much to care. That knife to your throat.

"Well...If you were telling the truth, you ain't pure no more, babycakes." Foxy taunted with a smirk. "I didn't see no blood-" He gave in that outdated hymen talk way.

Otis leveled the knife to your throat. "Who says?"

Your lip trembled as that powerful orgasm made you lightheaded but still aware they were gonna kill you.

But...Otis jerked it away. "Wanna keep her for a bit?"

Foxy shrugged, "Fuck it, why not? She has a really creamy hole to fuck. Haven't got off that much in a hot minute."

Otis nodded taking the knife away completely as you looked in relief that soon became betrayal. "You...Tricked me?" You whimpered out in disbelief. Didn't know if you should be grateful or angry.

You expected Otis to hit for talking but he just grinned, "Did we trick you?" He mocked in your whiney voice. "Nah. Just changed my mind. For now."

Foxy laughed, "You came hard too. You a lil risk taker? You like us humilating you. Like your life being in our hands... What a cute lil freak."

You denied it and shook your head.

Foxy chuckled, "Lying ass."

Otis gently moved your chin to look at him running a thumb over your lip as if he gave a shit. "...Ya know what, Pretty Mama? I think we might just take you up on your offer. Get you a nice collar. Let ya be a pet. Tie you up. Fuck and feed ya. And you'll be damn grateful."

"Damn right." Foxy grinned. "Already got ideas for you. Yer gonna be a star, babydoll." He combed a large hand over your hair.

You shivered the idea of being fucked like that again both disgusted yet excited you...God, maybe it was better to not offer yourself at all? What the fuck did you get yourself into?...

"Just hope Baby doesn't fuck her up too much when she sees our new pet. She gets a little overzealous." Otis joked as if you were a thing.

"If she does? Meh. Some motherfuckers like a battered woman on camera. It sells." Foxy chuckled and got his shot gun as they discussed what to do with you.

What the hell did you agree to?

[pumpkinsy0]

Johnny headcanons save me…… (these are all random n im NOT organizing them) anyways he would DEVOUR school food even if its not good. like scraping the plate, biting the styrofoam type thing! also he would absolutely watch young sheldon in modern times. hed love hardwood floors. hed have the most random ass sense of humor ever. hed be able to do many things really quietly?? and johnny would b good at solving riddles!! expand on these if u want

u couldnt tell johnny NOTHIN on pizza day at school,,,that pizza, icee, and chocolate milk combo mightve fucked his stomach ache but it had him FULL

johnny doesn’t mind carpets but once he stepped on something sharp that was embedded in the carrot and hes had trust issues since

and he kinda just, scares ppl bc of how quiet he is, chances r some ppl have talked badly about someone he knows but they went “hes quiet he wont say anything” but hes just a lil spy, some ppl even forget hes there

BUT OH OH NEW HC☝🏽☝🏽 johnny has a snaggle tooth so hes a bit insecure to grim bc it immediately pokes out, but pony always thought that made his grins more interesting and him

[absolutely-normal-about-x]

A description of What the Fam look like in Legends Reborn

X: He’s pretty much a sort of the same ish but is taller than Volnutt, grizzled and sporting a slight dad bod. He has long braided brown hair with white streaks, to signify his old age despite looking like he’s still in his prime. He has long hair to Honor Zero and has an X shaped scar on his cheek in honor of Axl. His emerald eyes are duller than Volnutt’s due to his age and experience; it only lights up when he gets excited, or feels any positive emotion.

He retains his round shapes in his "Digger" armor, which resembles his Command Mission armor and X8. But still having the legends design feel to it. The red gem on his helmet is visibly cracked

It’s really meant to show that Him and Volnutt are Father and son. People would mistake him as the older version of Volnutt.

Harpuia: BORD resembles more like a harpy, having wings on his arms. The arm feathers can be “hardened” to be blades. They can be prehensile enough to act like hands (think like rito hands). The feathers travel down through his back, and yes, they are green with some hits of brown. He mostly wears vests and or an occasional tunics

His digger’s armor is light; his “wing blades” can now utilize laser blades and his built-in talons. His helm resembles somewhat of his original helm.

Fefnir: LARGE AND IN CHARGE—has a bulkier build than his family, being the tallest sibling. His traits have draconic traits,but only the horns that peak a little bit on his head and “scales” that act like freckles around his body. Having a snaggle tooth is funny. He tends to wear sweat shirts or have some armor with him

His “Digger” armor is based on a heavy-duty version of his original armor but with some additional colors.

Leviathan: Graceful lady, she has le chub but has grace She has aquatic traits, fins, and gills hidden on her sides; they are retractable. Very smooth skin. Her hair is a dark grey but with blue highlights that she keeps it well maintained. She wears mostly just causal beach themed outfits

Her Amor is similar to her original armor but with a more personal touch; it actually has a mermaid mode to allfins, as well as underwater travel.

Phantom: The lankiest dweeb that ever lived has black, fluffy hair and Toe beans on his hands and feet. Has feline-like eyes. Nothing much of his appearance aside from being sort of thinner than his family (despite having a notorious sweet tooth). He wears mostly covering clothes like jackets and keeping his red scarf that is most likely torn. Also his hair his jet black hair

In his digger armor, it resembles his original armor the closest; it has a sleeker design to be more stealthy, but strangely, it has claws now. And feline traits are more apparent.

A note their Pupils have a cross shape but it’s a lil hard to notice unless when your close to them.

[dyad-of-fate]

Are Thorne and Kestrel's character designs done yet?

You have... no idea how hard this made us laugh, thank you X'D

And for the most part Kestrel is done, yes~ The only thing left for them is a few tattoos, and those will just evolve as I get to them. But since these are on Kestrel's back (most likely), I'm just calling them done. Really the only big thing I want to draw is Kestrel with their hair down but I know what that looks like.

Now Thorne's design may just continue to evolve and change until we get further in the story- or maybe it will just have small changes until we actually finish haha. But this is the most up to date version and there are key features that are locked in place: long and lanky, delicate, lil snaggle tooth fang poking from his mouth, monochrome pallet with dark skin, kinky-curly hair, heterochromia with one dark eye and a light eye, and freckles. His patterning may change a few more times, tattoos are a hope but those aren't designed, we knoe he has a few accessories but not sure what exactly yet, he has family scarification (cultural thing) but those aren't designed yet- we want to do our research and make sure we don't use a real culture's practices incorrectly... but yeah! Yarne is pleased with what his face and body type looks like. And he actually looks like his mom and dad's kid now, so that's a nice bonus.

Here, enjoy their canon height difference. For context, Kestrel's about 6 feet tall (183 cm). Which means their dog half is about the size of a large pony. Thorne's actually not terribly short for a wolf :)

Oh I guess that one thing will be redrawn on Kestrel, now that I'm looking at this. That shirt is not in line with the fashion of the Wall, so they probably wouldn't wear that unless they made it... overall fashion in story is more like 1920's meets 1940's - 50's era (from various places around the world). Clothing design isn't a strong suit though, so I just draw them in whatever my heart desires at the time XD

Thorne's jacket is canon though, it's his dad's old coat.

[nnnyxie]

fun fact abt me

i have a lil snaggle tooth like rise!raph except it isn’t as prominent as his. i had plans to remove it but i saw raph’s and was like “he just like me fr” and didn’t go through with it. he made me a lil confident abt it tbh.

[emeraldbabygirl]

I know the whole conversation of idols can get their teeth fixed if they want cause it’s their decision an sometimes people in general get their teeth straightened cause it’s causing problems and things like my teeth for example have been causing me pain cause they are pushing again each other sideways, but I really like the way some idols teeth look like cnu from B1A4 I loved his buck teeth. In my day that’s what they were called but now people call him bunny teeth? I guess and I know Nayeon recently got her’s straightened and it doesn’t change the fact that they are still good looking but I have this odd thing for teeth and idols with teeth that aren’t like perfect white squares I find a charm to. I like the way they look like cnu and woojin and laon and sangwook and mingi. Like Sangwook had a snagged tooth and Dajeong has lil fangs and Laon had a lil fang and I like that mingi’s front teeth kinda look a little sideways.

I know it’s silly to complain or obsess over someone else’s teeth like that’s weird but I just was watching a wild animal video and Kyuhyun (laon) got his teeth fixed and I guess maybe it was causing him pain? Idk or if he was pressured to cause of his part in the drama idk if it was his decision or not and it’s his body obviously and he still looks good and has his cute smile and dimples but Idk I just really liked his lil snaggle tooth but if he’s happy than it’s not my place to complain.

I know for me when I was younger I wanted braces cause I wanted perfect teeth but now I’m hesitant on getting them straightened even tho they cause me pain cause 1. It’s expensive and 2. I just started to like the way my teeth are. But I also want to get like fang implants 💀💀💀

[dicksoutformtl]

@kotephone

hi I have 2 cat themed socks that remind me of your pfp & I thought I’d be funny to draw gelato wearing one of them. I have no clue what he’d wear for pajamas, so i just put him in shorts

i should also apologize, honest to god I’m not very good drawing men ( nor bodies ) & im still stuck on hairy strong man bulit gelato

oh! nearly forgot sorbet would be wearing the ones that are paw themed so no faces like gelatos but they’re actually the color of your pfp & still have toe beans c: ( these ones are the “darker themed” )

[aw-bean-s]

I need to be fucking lobotomized.

[mukamibabe]

teefs headcanons. lil fangys.. teefs

this is crack. a bit. i started writing this and then i started to regret it but was like.. nah. gotta get some content out jsdfhhsdf also ?? the way i literally tried to study these idiot’s mouths. straight zoomed in on them in everything jhghds some is going off of their appearances in their sprites, some is going off of my own headcanons. i tried to not be biased but i mean.. it’s really not lol. and?? ? fangs.. 🥴😳.  alrih jfddjgfd thanks ly bye

shu: 

has the biggest fangs out of all his bros. despite this, they’re a bit dull compared to the others. it still hurts though don’t get me wrong, it’s just.. not super piercing. think like.. dog canines just sharper ? also they’re really long for some reason

reiji: 

he fucking hates it but shhh his teefs are actually a bit small. smaller than he’d prefer at least. although they hurt a lot more. think of them like needles, if anything. they’re small compared to some of his brothers. it’s not about the size though its about how you use it JDFHSJDFH

ayato: 

he got them big boy teefs!!! not at big as shu’s but his are decently sized. they really stand out the most for ayato, idk if he’s just flaunting them constantly or what but.. they’re always showing. one fang is bigger than the other but don’t talk about it to him. they hurt just as bad, mostly because ayato tends to bite hard as hell. like really puts his whole body into it lol. snaggle tooth. maybe.

kanato: 

baby fangs. whatd you expect?? they are smaller than reiji’s, so that’s a win in reiji’s book at least lol. kanato’s fangs also feel a bit like needles except.. make it cat. i have never been bit by a cat but i think that’s what it’d feel like. is surprisingly gentle in terms of like.. bite force. except he can make it hurt. real bad. don’t upset him.

laito: 

his teefs frequently get in his way. you’d think after years and years of having them, he’d have adapted better but. . no. at least he doesn’t embarrass himself often or anything, it’s usually when he’s like.. eating things. he’s kind of got like.. dog teeth like shu. they’re really thick. 

subaru: 

very sharp. pretty small. very pretty. quite like kanato in regards to having like.. kitty teeth but ! they hurt more than they look. and unlike kanato he’s got like.. a nasty bite force. except it’s mostly in regards to his lack of control buuut.. yeah youll be ok

ruki:

so i feel like pureblood vampires would have like.. sharper fangs? that hurt more bc like,,, they were kind of adapted specifically for being vampire fangs but. idk anyways ruki’s got some like.. snake fangs. was that a reference? yes. 

kou:

has smaller teeth but they’re like.. average sized for an impure vampire. they’re actually quite dull though, but kou still can use them. besides, it’s to his advantage anyways. he can sing without worrying about his teefs lol

yuma:

thick teeth. biggest of the mukami’s. it’s mostly thick and a little blunt but the power he uses to bite down.. like sir.. you are an animal. ahaha bear teeth?? alright- dgffdfg has a snaggle tooth. one tooth is sharper than the other and honestly his fangs are pretty wonky but they get the job done. like laito, his tooth,, the one that happens to be like?? extra longer than the other? it gets in his way constantly lol

azusa:

actually i feel like he’s got the sharpest fangs out of the mukamis at least. sakamaki wise, reiji/subaru might have him beat, but it’s impressive for an impure vampire at least. his bites are naturally pretty delicate, he’s just intent on making it hurt.

[pseudonympls]

October 31st

Spooky cover art by the insanely talented @pharlapcartoonist 🖤

Bo Burnham x Reader.  AFAB Reader.

Rating: Teen

TW: alcohol, kissing. Suggestive language. Fluff, friends to lovers. Sex references. Brief nudity.

Era: College AU

Just a lil cute bit of fluff, needed a sweet distraction while I’m writing the Sad Fic haha, hope you enjoy! Wrote the entire thing on my phone which is weird for me, so just a lil drabble :3 College Halloween AU vibes.

Word Count: 3.4k (sorry, bit too long for a drabble, can anyone shut the fuck up?)

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His eyes caught yours over the pumpkin piñata. Devilish glances over punch laced with cheap vodka, candy corns sticking to the bottom of your red solo cup as you grabbed it off the table.

Sickly sweet, that blonde boy.

‘Don’t fear the reaper’s’ chords thrum out of the amps all lined up against the staircase. Screams of joy from the other partygoers, vampire fangs, too small witches brooms and old sheets with eye holes fly through the air in a flurry as the dance floor fills.

You see him, above the throngs of people. Towering over most of them, actually. An absent expression painted on his face, about as much effort put into his costume as you’d expect from someone looking so forlorn at a party - a black skeleton onesie.

Glancing down to your own outfit, much of the same could be said about it. Fishnet tights, a red dress paired with a red hoodie. Luckily red was your colour and you didn’t struggle to find these items, already in your wardrobe. A happy coincidence as your classmates dragged you along to another party you didn’t want to attend.

Your friend gallops towards you through the mess of people, seemingly annoyed at your lack of active “partying”.

“Hey, you!” She sidles up next to you, pulling the hood up over your head and laughing a little.

“Haven't found your wolf yet?” She jibes, thinking herself funny.

“Uh, the wolf kills little red riding hood, why would I wanna find him?” You reply, taking another large gulp of your beverage, delighting in the hot sensation of the alcohol slipping down your throat.

You leave the hood up - it’s not as if you did much to your hair prior to coming out tonight, and it was more immediately apparent what your costume was. Heading back to the table, complete with pumpkin pattern plastic tablecloth, candy strewn everywhere and the all important punch.

Filling your cup once more, the red liquid dribbling down the sides, you bring your hand up to lick the remnants off. You then made the mistake of turning your eyes upward, catching the skeleton’s eye from across the table: fistful of candy corn in one hand, and a…was that a plastic skeleton arm? He made it wave to you across the table.

You placed a sticky hand to your mouth, the alcohol affording you some confidence. Soft giggles erupted through your chest.

The skeleton was Bo, you’d seen him ever so often in your Theatre class, when he bothered to show up, that is. He was always a heavy presence in the room, forever asking the professor abstract, in depth questions about the subject at hand. That, and being the class clown.

There were rumours going around that he was flunking every class, and that he’d be gone by next semester. A small part of you hoped it wasn’t true. He provided a nice distraction whenever you didn’t feel like paying attention.

The blond boy with the glasses, forever running his hands through his hair, always trying to catch the professor out with his wit.

He offered you a snaggle toothed grin from across the table and motioned his head to the left. You pointed in the general direction, to which he nodded, raising his eyebrows.

The distinct lack of his glasses tonight made his bright blue eyes shine brighter in the technicolour whirl that was the party’s lights. Standing out stark against the carnival craziness.

Inwardly you took a deep breath and followed over to where he’d motioned, finally reaching your destination, you looked up at him, adjusting your hood. He towered over you, smiling down at you from what you thought must be well over six and a half feet.

He said your name, his deep voice cutting through the loud music like a hot knife through butter.

“Right?” He smiled, raising his own cup to his lips briefly.

A little shocked that he’d remembered your name, hearing it roll off his tongue. It sounded good between his lips.

“Yeah, yeah, intro to theatre” you nodded along, trying to keep your cool.

“Bo? Right?” You added, and he smiled.

“So, what do you think of Professor Walker?” He starts, your stomach drops. Casual small talk bitching about the professor? You had hoped you’d talk about something a little more interesting.

“Uhh, yeah, Walker’s just so…dry” you began, chuckling a little.

He nodded, crossing his hands over his torso, scrunching his nose into a scowl.

“Yeah, like, that man does not understand creativity in the slightest. Every time I ask a somewhat pervasive or interesting question he just fucking shuts me down. Like the only thing he’s interested in is getting us to pass intro to theatre, ugh.”

You nod along, but he must realise he’s rambling, as he runs an errant hand through his fluffy dark blond locks, looking at you as a form of apology.

“So anyway, what brings you here, Red?” - he asks, and it’s as if your skin tries to match your outfit as his reference to your costume makes the skin on your cheeks light up.

“Oh, um, annoying roommates” you nod back to your friend, who was in the middle of trying to split the pumpkin piñata in two.

“Hmm, same” he nods, finishing his drink in one long gulp and setting his cup down.

“So, do you wanna get the hell outta here?” He asks, half of his lips turning into a sly smile.

“Fuck yeah” you shout over the music, his sly smile breaks into a full on grin, as he grabs your sticky fingers and leads you out of the obnoxiously decorated frat house.

The music thumping in your ears, you struggle to keep up with his large strides, each breath becoming a breathless laugh as you pass all sorts of scenes on the way out.

You both step out into the cool October night, suddenly thankful a hoodie was part of your costume, you hurriedly zipped it up.

Looking down at you, he pulled his own hood up around his head, and asked “do you wanna see something kinda cool?” The thrill of leaving a party you didn’t wanna be at hadn’t quite worn off, and you nodded expectantly.

You both began to walk in the direction of the library, a slight haze from the alcohol settled in on your brain. Warm, fuzzy, you followed him.

“Wait, Bo, are we going to the library? Surely it’s closed now?”

“It is” he replied, stuffing a hand into his pockets and pulling out his keys, picking out one from the rest, he waved it in front of your face. “But locks don’t really matter, when you’ve got the key” he smiled.

Your bemused luck prompted more of an explanation. “Oh right, yeah I was a library assistant first semester, and they just…forgot…to take the keys off me” he smiled again, and your belly did little flips at seeing his eyes wrinkle at the corners, the dimple on his right cheek.

In that moment, it was good enough an explanation, and you both walked up to the double doors to the library, making sure to check that the coast was clear before unlocking the doors and slipping inside.

Hearing heeled footsteps down the corridor you both froze, ducking down beneath the glass panes in the door.

He pulled a finger up to his lips, trying not to laugh himself, as you both stared at each other, part in fear of getting caught, part in pure excitement.

His position crumpled up against the door looking significantly more uncomfortable than yours, you both waited for the footsteps to recede into the night.

Finally, when you were both sure whoever it was had gone, you burst into stifled laughter, as Bo motioned for you to come further into the room.

The college’s library was pretty impressive, as most libraries usually are. Ornate but unassuming, literary yet humble.

Feeling in your pocket for the hip flask, you unscrewed the top and took a small swig. Bo looked over at you and extended his hand out towards you, eyebrows raised.

“It’s gin, do you drink gin?” You asked snarkily.

“I’m a college student, I drink anything that’s alcoholic” he whispered as he took the flask from you, took a sip and flinched substantially.

“Why are you whispering? No-ones working in here” you replied, making a conscious effort to speak at a normal volume.

“Habit, I guess” he whispers back knowingly.

You kept on walking in a particular direction for a few moments before impatience gets the better of you.

“So, Bo, I like books a fair bit, but what’s so cool about a library at night?” You say, your voice wavering in and out of a whisper. Habit, you guess.

“You’ll see” he takes you through a side door and up two, three, four, five flights of stairs. You reach the top - nowhere else to go but a tiny door in the corner of the hallway.

“What is that….” You cackle, pointing to the small door, watching his expression remain serious.

“Wait,, we’re going in there?” You raise your eyebrows at him and he nods, finding his keys again, looking at each of them close up, before settling on the oldest looking one of the bunch.

He crouches down to reach the keyhole, and opens the door. It swings open with a surprising, and spooky, creek.

He gestures for you to go first, a slight breeze is flowing through the space where the door was, and faint twinkling lights can be seen. Lucky for you, you don’t have to crouch to get through the door.

Walking through, your breath feels like it was stolen. The campus spread out beneath your feet, twinkling lights from the street lamps litter the ground. Tall oak trees usually standing proud and tall look tiny and insignificant now. The far off hubbub of all the Halloween parties is but a distant whisper.

“Nice, huh?” You feel him behind you and you turn around, face to face.

“Yeah it’s pretty…spectacular…I didn’t even know the library had a rooftop!” You say, marvelling at your surroundings still.

“It doesn’t, not really, this is just a fancy fire escape” he gestures to the metal stairs next to the door.

He kneels down and sits, cross legged on the floor, not too far from the edge. You follow suit. The alcohol steadying your fear of heights.

“I come here to think” he says “to look, you know, have some existential crises from time to time” his voice lilts as he looks at you, shadows playing on his features. The fuzz of the night time obscuring him a little.

“Do you think about leaving?” You absentmindedly ask. “Shit, sorry” you realise you may have crossed a line.

He scoffs “don’t be sorry, I’ve heard the rumours, they’re not true, by the way, I’m not flunking… everything” he laughs darkly.

“I just…I dunno, I don’t know if this is the path for me, If it ever truly was…there’s just nothing really keeping me here, y’know?” His voice turns a little quiet at the end. You nod along, wanting to hear more.

But he doesn’t say anything else for a while, to break the silence you reach for your hip flask, taking a sip and handing it to him.

“I know what it’s like…to wonder if this is where you’re meant to be…” you agree, staring out across the campus.

“But you seem so, calm and collected, so smart, I saw you carry that group project a while back - that was definitely all you” he grinned, and you felt the familiar flush return. Hoping it was dark enough that he didn’t see.

Seemingly enjoying the effects of the liquid courage, he carried on “I’ve been meaning to say something to you for months now, I just really admire the way you carry yourself, I…” he trails off and you glance down at both your hands on the cold concrete ground, fingers mere millimetres from one another’s.

You fight the urge to close the gap.

“I’m really not what I seem, I’m a mess under this facade” you laugh into your hip flask.

“I’d like to see what’s underneath the facade” he whispers, and you question yourself whether you even hear him say it.

If it’s just the whistling of the wind - you are several storeys up after all. Your stomach drops and you hear him say “fuck, sorry, that was inappropriate”

You awkwardly laugh, and adjust your hand, your fingers accidentally on his now. Stark contrast between the cold hard concrete with the warmth and softness of his skin.

Inhaling sharply you turn to face him, the left side of his face gently illuminated by the lights below. You see him close the gap between you and you whisper “I don’t think it was inappropriate” you feel his warm breath caress your face, smelling sweetly of gin.

“No?” He whispers back, the closeness of his voice making you tremble, or is it the coolness of this Halloween night?

Catching his eyes in the dark, you felt brazen enough to test the waters, seeing the way the shadows played on his jawline, the twinkle in his eye reflecting the lights below you, now was the time.

“No, maybe I want you to see what’s under…here” feeling a surge of confidence you lean in, joining your lips together.

His lips are soft but firm, not afraid to apply just the right amount of pressure, of wetness, on yours. His fingers flex beneath yours and his other hand enters your hood, softly cradling your head, fingers slowly pressing through your hair.

Moaning into the kiss, he leans further into you, deepening it. Tongues brushing up against one another’s in perfect rhythm, your heart feeling like it might burst out of your chest, any minute now.

Just as you were wondering how far he was willing to go tonight, he pulled back from you “do you wanna go…somewhere a bit warmer?” His breathing erratic, hearing him almost pant made you feel feral.

“Mmhm, yeah” you squeezed his fingertips with yours as you both got to your feet. He looked down at you, his expression unreadable, grabbing your hand and starting to laugh, he pulled you with him out the door and down the stairs.

Upon exiting the library, you took the lead this time, sticky fingers intertwining as you led this tall skeleton to your dorm, both laughing all the while.

Fumbling your key in the lock you felt Bo behind you, his large hands resting on your hips, such a distraction that you couldn’t quite get the key in the lock.

He crouched down and rested his chin on your shoulder, his hair tickling you as he tilted his head to the side and began kissing your neck softly.

Finally opening the door you sighed in relief seeing that your roommate was still out, probably at the Halloween party.

No sooner had the door shut, you were pressed against it, Bo continuing his teasing kisses up and down your neck, fistfuls of your hair between his fingers as your eyelids slid shut in pleasure.

Even through the haze of gin you can’t quite believe this is all happening. Sliding the deadbolt across the door, you push him back toward your bed.

As your bodies slicked together, mouths barely parting, finding each other in the dark, attaining your climaxes.

Fingers, tongues working expertly, eyes watching intently as the other tipped over the edge, sweat glistening by the full moon on that cloudless October night, you were haunted by a faint sadness, that this was all it would ever be.

Falling apart by another’s hand had never felt so good.

Sated by the gin and your orgasm, you fell into a deep slumber. The chill of the night crept through your window, prompting Bo to pull the covers tight around both your naked bodies.

Draping his long arm over your body as you slept, nestled against one another perfectly.

Still, the harsh light of day inevitably came along, as it always did.

Your eyes slowly focused on your room, adjusting to the cold autumnal light.

Feeling Bo’s slender naked body pressed up against yours you couldn’t suppress a smile as you enjoyed the cosy bubble, that you were sure enough was about to burst, any moment now.

You hadn’t exactly played the field these past few years, you’d had boyfriends sure, and some casual encounters, but something deep within whispered that you didn’t want this to be just a one time thing…

Feeling you stir must have pulled him from sleep, as his hand, draped along your stomach travelled down to your hip, tracing along the side of your body, leaving a trail of electricity in its wake.

“Morning” his deep voice thick with sleep caressed the backs of your ears. You replied with a small “hey” as his hand pulled you over to face him.

Suddenly feeling self conscious in the cold light of day, you pulled a hand up to your face, parting your fingers so your eyes could peek through.

“Don’t look at me, god knows what I look like” you tried to joke, but your insecurity was shining through just fine.

He tuts and whispers your name, gently pulling your fingers away from your face. “You look…lovely actually, hair just the right amount disheveled…and I mean that’s partly my fault…” his words still softly garbled by the morning, felt gentle and genuine.

“Your nose is a little red, are you cold or are you just really fucking cute?” He smiled, booping your nose with the tip of his finger. You felt like it just got redder.

Seeing this goofy gorgeous man in your bed that morning, you felt the urge to kiss him again, as if you didn’t get enough of his body just a few hours ago.

You began to lean in, and he took his cue, nestling closer to you, lips eagerly waiting, and then, keys jangling by the door.

Shit, your roommate was back.

But, you had used the deadbolt. Upon finding her keys wouldn’t work in the lock she began shouting your name, and banging on the door.

You and Bo leapt out of bed, scrambling for your clothes, you suppressed a giggle as you saw Bo’s boner bouncing around in his haste to find underwear, socks.

“Hey…” a muffled voice comes through the door “we agreed to use the deadbolt if we had a guy round…DO YOU HAVE A GUY IN THERE?!” Your roommate shouts, part anger, part joy.

“Breakfast?” You mouth to Bo, now almost fully decent. He nodded at you with a small smile.

Silently you counted down 3…2…1 as you opened the door and hurriedly moved past your roommate.

“I’ll explain later byeeee” you screamed down the hallway with Bo in tow. Both your hoods up you looked a sight, cheap, tall skeleton and red riding hood, on the 1st of November.

Gulping down your second cup of coffee to help dull the small headache that was blooming in the back of your head, you looked across the booth.

Bo, dressed as a skeleton. Bo the tall classmate you’d had for almost two years, Bo, the man you shared your body with last night for the first time.

There was an atmosphere for sure, and it wasn’t just the greasy smog in the air from the open kitchen across the bar.

He smiled at you as he drank deep from his own coffee cup, looking like he was about to start speaking at any given moment.

At the final time his mouth opened, ready to talk, the waitress came over and placed your pancakes in front of both of you.

Both uttering thanks you started on your food, the sounds of knife and fork scratching against the tin plates the only noises for a while.

You decided to be the one to break the silence.

“So…got any plans for today?” You started, it wasn’t the best, no, but you sort of just wanted to hear his voice again.

He whispers your name, and says “I don’t wanna do that small talk thing with you, I really don’t” and for a moment you feel hurt. He doesn’t wanna talk?

“But you know what, I might get some studying in,” he sighs, setting his knife and fork aside “I really don’t wanna come off too strong or anything, and tell me if this seems too…y’know, weird or whatever, but I think…maybe”

He grasps you from across the table, brushing his thumb across the back of your hand as he speaks.

“I think, maybe I’ve found my reason to stay here…”

[woulddieforloki]

Pass the happy! When you receive this list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications 😙✨

HAI!!! Thanks for the ask!

1) Fanfics! Reading, writing, everything. I love me some fanfics!

2) the fact that Old Dominion is playing on the radio at work right now and I'm gonna get to hear them sing this live at the Kenny Chesney concert on Saturday

3) Loki meta. I love Loki meta. I love meta about all my favorite characters, but Loki meta just hits different because there's so much of him that we never get to see and there are so many different ways to fill in the blanks and I love seeing different people's interpretations of it (as long as they're not like "I'm right and you're wrong" about it)

4) Taylor Swift! just in general. her music. her face. her personality. her cringe dancing. her good dancing that makes you wonder how she can also be such a bad dancer. the duality of woman <3

5) my cat! he says hello!

he's getting his big ol snaggle tooth pulled Tuesday morning (and I work until 3 am on Tuesday so that's gonna suck because six hours after I get out of work I'll be at his lil toothy appointment with him) but the vet thinks it probably hurts him to chew so it'll be for the best. I just feel bad because he's 16 years old and all of a sudden he's gonna do a sleep and wake up and he'll be missing that tooth he's had for 16 years. I think he'll be fine though. he's a trooper!

[tmngoose]

Reassurance: a Raph & Donnie Drabble

I heard a cry in the universe for more Raph & Donnie content, so I took it upon myself to write this up. Just a quick lil’ somethin-somethin, nothin’ fancy. (You can expect a tighter, neater version of this drabble on my Ao3 once I get my deadlines out of the way!) Summary: [An interlude between Battle Nexus: New York & E-Turtle Sunshine...] Donnie finds Raph in the med-bay. They take a moment to reflect on the Shredder’s return and what had happened to them; comforting ensues.  Rating: General Audience Tags: Semi-Beta’d, Angst(?), Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries, Bad memories, and Hugging :U ! Word Count: Less than 1k Read it under the cut! 

"Here ya go, Draxibald!" Mikey presented a box of colored chalk to Draxum, who eyed the pieces dubiously. Some pieces were never used, others were only nubs, and one looked like someone had taken a bite out of it. 

With a shrug, Draxum pulled the cleanest piece of chalk out from the box, "These will suffice, thank you." He patted Mikey on the head and began sketching out a giant circle on the atrium's floor. Draxum worked quietly for a while until his eyes flicked up towards the Turtles, April, and Splinter, who watched him closely. 

"Sooo, how long's it gonna take you to draw this bad boy, huh?" Leo asked, folding his arms behind his head, both bored and interested at the same time.

Draxum's eye twitched, though he continued sketching the elaborate runes with a resigned sigh, "A memory-retrieval diagram as intricate and extensive as this one requires time and concentration. Why not take this moment to relax, and I shall let you know once it’s finished?" 

The group murmured in agreement, enticed by a moment to unwind, and went their separate ways. Donnie decided now would be an excellent opportunity to upgrade Sheldon and repair whatever damages had been done to his tech. If they were to faceoff against Shredder again, he'd be ready. 

Donnie was about to enter his lab until he heard a noise coming from the med-bay. With his curiosity besting him, he pivoted on his heel and changed course.

The glass doors to the med-bay quietly slid apart as Donnie stepped inside. Multiple drawers and cabinets were left open; their contents were strewn about haphazardly. The disorganization offended him, though he was too tired to be bothered by it. What intrigued Donnie more was the culprit behind the mess.

"Raph?" Donnie raised a brow, "What are you doing here?"

"Donnie!" Raph gasped, somewhat startled. "Uhm, nothing! Wh-what're you doing here?" 

"I heard someone rummaging around and took it upon myself to investigate," Donnie studied Raph's demeanor. There was something off about the way the Snapping turtle carried himself, "Arrreee you okay?"

"It's nothing, really," Raph's smile faltered. "Raph's back's a little sore, so I was lookin' for somethin' to help take away the ache." 

Donnie's expression softened, "Oh. Did you want some help with that?"

"If you don't mind? I'd really appreciate it."

"Not at all," Donnie came up to Raph's side and gingerly touched his brother's rugged shell. "Does it hurt anywhere in particular?"

"Mostly over here," Raph gestured to the area between his shoulders. "But it doesn't hurt hurt, y'know?" 

"Mm, let's have a look-see," Donnie lowered his goggles; the mismatched lenses scanned Raph's back and highlighted any bruise they came across. "It looks like your shell's a little tender from earlier," Donnie informed, raising his goggles. "Nothing a hot compress can't fix." The diagnosis wasn't surprising. Of course, Raph's back would be hurting him. After all, Raph did take the brunt of Shredder's iron-clad boots. 

Donnie's brows knitted together; the unpleasant memories came rushing back, immobilizing him before he could reach into one of the drawers.

Everything happened so fast: one moment, Donnie's inside the safety of Raph's mystic aura. Then they were sent flying across the ruined betting room in Big Mama's hotel with no time to react. 

Donnie had landed hard, right next to Raph. At first, he couldn't pick himself up, his sense of urgency working against him, even though he could feel Shredder's overwhelming presence looming over him. 

 But Raph was quick to roll over and shield him from the monstrous scrapheap with his own body. Donnie remembered how he clung to his brother's arm, bracing for the worst. He recalled how Raph struggled to keep Shredder from crushing them; how he fought to keep Donnie safe. 

"Donnie?" Raph's concerned voice called Donnie back to the med-bay. "What’s wrong?"

"I...," Donnie cleared his throat, "Something just distracted, that's all." He shook his head, "L-Let me get you that compress..."

Suddenly, Donnie felt Raph’s arms gently wrap around him, pulling him into a hug. Maybe it was the troubled look in Donnie's eyes that prompted the action, or maybe Raph was that good at telling when his brothers needed to be comforted. Whatever the reason, Donnie found himself reciprocating the motion. 

Usually, Donnie detested any hug that lasted longer than ten seconds, thirty seconds tops. But something kept Donnie from slipping out from Raph’s embrace. Did he feel guilty that it was his fault Raph got hurt? Or was he relieved that they all survived thanks to Splinter's quick thinking? 

Donnie shut his eyes tightly. He didn't want to think about what could've happened to them; what nearly happened to them. He tried to think solely of their hug and how badly they both needed it.

"Are you okay?" Raph asked, softly breaking the silence between them.

"I... I think so," Donnie answered. "Are you okay?" 

Raph blinked, thrown off by the question. Was he okay? He wasn't sure. They had all been through a lot, and they weren't out of the woods yet. Fighting Big Mama and her bozo Nexus champions was one thing, but Shredder? That was a whole new level of danger. It fell on Raph's shoulders as the leader to ensure the safety of his brothers, even if it meant putting himself in harm's way.

"I'm okay," Raph finally responded with a shaky sigh. "We're both okay, right?" 

"Affirmative," Donnie nodded, their hug finally coming undone. "Now, how about setting you up with that compress I promised?"

"Raph likes the sound of that," Raph flashed his signature, snaggle-toothed grin. "Thanks, Donnie."

"Don't mention it," Donnie gave a small, sincere smile, "After all, what’re brothers for?”

"I couldn't have said it any better myself!"

[raplinesmoon]

I’m sure you’ve seen this already, but I had to come cry to you about it 😭💔 I love his lil crooked tooth 😔

(Of course I only want him to be happy and I support him no matter what)

Hannah,

The way I’ve never been so sad about someone going to the dentist ever until now!! I miss the snaggle tooth already 😭😭😭 I’m happy he’s happy and smiley though, that’s all that matters 🥰