#leo would fucking soak that shit up

[happyk44]

Leo jokingly tells Jason that they should get married if they're both single by the time they're thirty.

Jason proceeding to sabotage all of Leo's potential romantic relationships to make sure he's single by the time they're thirty.

[cherryo]

Nsfw alphabet headcanons about the rise brothers would be great!

HIIIII!!!! okay so i decided to pick out three for each brother cause if i did all 26 questions for each brother it would be a little much for me right now! i may revisit a whole one for each brothers :3

Pairing: Rise! Brothers x reader (separately) genre: smut Pronouns: no actual pronouns but fem genitalia Word count:didnt count warnings: cussin' and sex lol did not proofread

LEO

A- Aftercare (what theyre like afterwards)

2nd best out of the brothers (Raph is the best) Runs you a bath before you even ask, he has snacks, towels, water and everything you could want in his room already!

I- Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect of it)

Super super romantic, literally no jokes whatsoever. As he ages he eases up but as of right now hes very intimate and romantic! He thinks sex and sexual intimacy is sacred and needs to be serious !

W-Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He only likes to be a power bottom! He feels he has wayyyyyyy more control from the bottom than on top! He also thinks you being on top is super fucking hot

RAPH:

B- Body (what their favorite body part is of themselves and their partner)

His arms!!! Fucking thick as a log, hes very proud how much he can manhandle you with his arms and how he can hold you down or in any position with one arm!

Your thighs, he loves how they look when you sit down, have a tight skirt on, how his dick feels being slide between them, how fucking soft they are!

N-No (something they wouldnt do)

Public sex or bathroom public sex. He thinks its hot but he cant handle his noises or his size in public, it would be too obvious too quick and hes too nervous to be caught!

X-X-ray (lets see whats going on under those clothes)

HOLY SHIT FUXKING BIG AS FUCK!!!!!! Literally thickness of a coke can and the length of a normal human forearm!!!!!!!! No but fr the girth is what gets you hurtin’. You two have to prep your pussy for hourrrrssss before even attempting to slide his dick in

DONNIE

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

He cums so much and it’s so thick and goopy and hot and-

He loves cumming in you and on you, depending on horny and situation level. If yall are in public he’s cumming in you so it drips out of you and he also does it commonly in the bedroom.

He cums on you primarily if its a quickie so he can just wipe it up and you wont have to worry bout your panties being soaked! How sweet of him <3

F- Favorite position

Mating press and doggy and i will not be expanding on this it just feels right!!!!

K-Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Literally breeding, body worship, overstim, panty sniffing, choking, collars & leashes, and -

He has so many, i believe hes the most adventurous in the bedroom! Mikey being second, raph and then leo <3

MIKEY

D- Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Is a panty stealer, literally sneaks dirty and clean underwear. He loves it, he primarily jerks off with them on his dick but will sometimes sniff it or stuff it in his mouth while jerkin it

L-Location (their favorite place to do it)

The bathroom!!!! Loves the counters and how creative you have to be while fucking in the bathroom. Also loves tub and shower sex! Mans is a freak fr but he just loves making the bathroom humid from stuff other than hot water ;)

Z-ZZZ (how fast do they fall asleep after?) 

Hes out, the second yall are done hes out. Hes so bad at aftercare and i know he has that whole alter ego but it just feels right!!!!!! Hes a sleepy guy :’)

[redsrooftopprincess]

Gravity (Part 2)

This may be becoming a thing. There will be at least one more chapter and I have no idea what to call this thing. Maybe by the end I'll know. 😅

Gn reader x Raphael

Warnings: Hypothermia, language (but I think that's a given in a Raph fic?)

Part 1 Part 3

It had been one week. One week since he'd slipped. One week since the fever carried him to your rooftop.

You haven't spoken. More specifically, he hasn't spoken. Apart from texting you when he made it home like you insisted he did every night, it had been radio silence. You texted him before his patrol like you always did, and he stared at his phone, expressionless, before putting it back in his pocket.

What could he say?

He'd already had the conversation a thousand times in his head, and as far as he was concerned, it didn't need to be said. He didn't need you to let him down easy.

Because you'd mean it. Every damn word. You're sorry. He's your best friend. Nothing has to change.

But it would change, there was no way it couldn't. Things were different now.

That night had been the worst of it. He'd left not long after his confession. At that point, just the sound of your voice was enough to make him weep, and he didn't want to make things worse. Not that he thought they could *get* worse.

He made up some excuse about Leo calling it early, and ran.

He was running now, through the freezing rain, a sudden cold snap in the middle of spring, and hoping that between the temperature and the downpour hammering into his coat, he could think about anything else.

It wasn't long before he was considering ditching the coat. It was already soaked through, and weighing him down, which was hard to do.

That gave him pause.

He stopped, ducking under an overhang, and opened his coat, pulling the fabric back to expose his side. He twisted and looked at the small device mounted onto his shell just under his shoulder blade. There was supposed to be a little red light. There wasn't.

Shit.

They each had them. One of the first inventions D had come up with after they'd started doing patrols as kids.

A blizzard had suddenly torn through the city one night, and they were woefully unprepared with only winter coats. The cold dropped their body temperatures, and then them. Splinter had to hunt across the rooftops until he found them, asleep and hypothermic, huddled behind a construction dumpster.

Donnie didn't leave his lab for days. He blamed himself, he should have known the blizzard was coming, that their gear was insufficient, he should have had *some* kind of backup heat supply. No matter how many times his family told him otherwise, it was his fault, and he would never let it happen again.

So he built something to fix it. Raph didn't really get a lot of the specifics, but the overall was that the small devices "converted kinetic energy into heat that was then stored and distributed throughout the inside of their shells." Or, as Raph understands it, as long as you keep moving, you won't die.

One night a few weeks ago, someone had gotten lucky and he had taken a rusted rebar to the chest that had shattered on impact. His regulator had been damaged by the shrapnel, but the weather had already been warming up, and then the season hit and it was forgotten about.

The rain must have been the final nail, only the exterior was watertight. It was dead. He could already feel the cold and damp setting in. He needed to get home. Fast.

He set off, the only sound other than the roar of the rain was the gradually slowing heartbeat that pounded in his ears.

*Fuck* it was cold.

It wasn't long before his waterlogged coat became too much to carry. He ditched it behind an air conditioning unit, and kept moving.

Hailstones felt like bullets as they pelted bare skin, and through the sheets of rain, the haze of cold and exhaustion that had started at the edges was encroaching. It wasn't long before he was too tired to think.

He was moving on pure instinct, without even the presence of mind to pray he could make it somewhere safe. Somewhere in the back of his mind a tiny Leo was lecturing him for not hitting his emergency signal.

He stumbles. He is so, so tired. The soft darkness of sleep is pulling at him like a rip tide. He drags himself to the next rooftop, barely touching down before he collapses.

[nebbyy]

 Leo Valdez x Child of Aphrodite!reader

A/N: I haven’t got much to say this time, just a reminder that requests are open and will remain this way for some weeks at the very least:))

Warning: absolutely none (maybe some swearing? But like, two bad words), just pure fluff. Also, reader uses female pronouns

It was kind of against your destiny to fall in love: Aphrodite is bound to never return Hephaestus’ love, so that they’re stuck in a loveless marriage. With the two of you, it’s the total opposite

The exact same MOMENT you see the boy in camp, disheveled look, face covered in machine oil and dust, you’re, absolutely smitten

It’s the classical “she fell first, he fell harder” type of trope

He notices you pretty early on too, but he doesn’t even try to approach you at first

I mean, no way that the prettiest child of Aphrodite could ever even look into his direction, you’re wayyyy over his league

It takes Piper’s help to start things up, when she accidentally stumbles upon Leo while she was taking a walk around camp. “Oh how rude of me. Y/N, this is my best friend, Leo”

It would be embarrassing to write down just how much he’s stumbled on his words the first time the two of you talked, just because of how he was absolutely captured by your godly beauty

He comes to find that you’re also a lot more than you’re looks: you’re funny, smart, clever, strong as fuck, and one of the best friends Leo has ever known

It doesn’t take long for him to realize that he’s completely and irrevocably in love with you, but oh boy how long does it take him to confess it to you

He had prepared this big, fancy plan to take you by the beach, with candles all around, a circle of rose petals and in the center of it a picnic filled with all of your favorite foods waiting to be devoured

Too bad he didn’t check the weather that morning, or he would’ve seen that a storm was expected right on that evening. He might’ve asked for Percy’s or Jason’s help too, maybe they could’ve done some big-god shit to prevent the rain

Nevertheless, you both found yourself soaked wet, standing by a line of extinguished candles, the petals long gone with the wind, and the food watered down to a soup

He wanted to drown himself in the sea right then and there, but he was quickly stopped by your laugh coming from behind him

Oh gods, where you making fun of him? Did you figure out what his intentions were? It must’ve been it, I mean, how could you ever want to have anything to do with him other than simple friendship, he’s been so stupid so reckles-

His track of thoughts was interrupted by your hands grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a loving kiss, your skilled lips so soft and comforting against his much inexperienced ones

“You could’ve just told me you liked me at Camp, you know.”

“Wait, was it that simple?”

You laughed again shaking your head at his cluelessness, and he swore the sound of your laugh could’ve been the only thing he needed to live from that moment on

Okay no maybe food too, but you get the idea

You spend most of the time chilling in cabin 9 while he works on his projects, chilling in his bed or peaking at what he was doing

He definitely calls you dove for obvious reasons

Best believe that as soon as you guys are a thing all his flirting with every girl that moves is OVER my boy does not come from the streets he’s a loyal mf

After the curfew you usually sneak out to chill in some secluded area in the forest, and cuddle for hours in the moonlight

And whenever it rains, you waste no time to go at the beach and dance in the rain, reminiscing about the day you two got together

Oh, and get ready to see Leo as an emotional wreck anytime one of you is on a quest, when he’s unable to text you or hear anything from you for days or even WEEKS

He’s sure that’s worse than Prometheus’ destiny

Overall it’s like a golden retriever - siamese cat relationship, 10/10 would recommend

[pianocat939]

May I request 2012 tmnt reacting to you rejecting them or them finding out you already have a crush on someone that isn’t any of the turtles?

Ah yes my first full request with 2012 turtaleles-

Tw: Kidnapping + restraints, stalking, guilt-tripping, Raph kinda gets sad,

Leopold:

Leo at first will try to conceal it and just try to move on, saying how acceptance is the path to becoming a great ninja and shit- But slowly over time, he can't seem to hold in his obsession and grows more restless the longer he's denied of your affections/seeing you gush over someone else. And in the end, he'll either kidnap you or kill the person you're gushing over depending on if you reject him or have a crush.

You wake up on a pillow, tied up with some chains...and someone staring right back at you.

"Oh you're awake!" It's Leo, with a manical look on his face. He his hand grips one of the ends of the chains, his hand reaching over to adjust the blanket over you. "Did you sleep well?"

You don't answer his question, terror and confusion gripping your heart. "Leo, why am I chained up? I should be in my house right now..."

"Because..." his tone suddenly becomes ice cold, "I need you to see my potential as a boyfriend that you're clearly blind to."

Ropes of Mouse Fur:

He acts like he's fine with it when you initially reject him but when he's alone he's actually really fucking sad. Like everybody notices his mood is dampened so much that his anger issues become worse. He's less likely willing to talk and shuts himself in his room. He's still nice to you, but at times his tone sounds a bit bitter. He won't hesitate to kill your crush, but if you just rejected him he lives with it. But that doesn't mean he won't try to make himself look good to see if you're even the slightest bit willing.

"Ugh, dudes his anger has gotten so much worse!" Mikey whines, running up to shake Leo by his shoulders. "I'm literally going to become a ping pong ball!"

"Now, now, surely it's just a dip in his mood. He'll be back when he's ready." He pats Mikey's back in a motherly fashion, trying to put on a comforting smile for the youngest. He briefly glances over at Donnie who enters the room.

"I don't know about that Leo, he seems to not be getting out of it anytime soon..." He comments with an unamused tone, his eye for a split second looking over at you before returning back to Leo and Mikey.

"He's probably a little sad because I rejected him..."

Daring Weiner Dog:

This is kinda almost, almost canon to be honest. He'll go into a delusional state and think you do like him back, you're just not willing to admit it to him. He'll literally try to do everything to get you to admit "your feelings" to him. Honestly, I would just say the things he did in the show were just more extreme. For example, stalking all of your devices and watching you sleep at night. I'm bold enough to say that it's almost impossible for him to break out of his delusion without something literally traumatizing him-

"Ah...Just how much longer until you finally admit your love for me, my sweet chinchilla." He sighs in a dreamy state, staring at the laptop before him that shows the screen of the camera in your room. (Yes he CANONICALLY says my sweet chinchilla)

His eyes intensely soak in details of your sleeping body with a grin, perhaps even a creepy one. His fingers tap along the keyboard, humming to himself quietly. "Just wait, once you realize your affection for me...You'll be the happiest you've ever been."

Unbest known to him, you're awake, just with your eyes shut. You know he's watching you; you know he's stalking you in your sleep. So to properly confront him, you have a camera recording him watching you right in his lab.

He needs to be humbled.

Matilda:

He'll first act really dramatically about the initial rejection, asking questions on why you don't like him back and things similar to that. From there, he'll try to guilt-trip you purposefully in hopes that maybe you'll accept his feelings out of guilt. And he'll be super clingy even if you reject him like he doesn't care. If he wants love, he's getting it one way or another. He's basically a manipulative, clingy little fucker. (Note that this is from him just being greedy about wanting everything he wants)

"Why won't you love me?!" Mikey cries out, faking tears with ease to put up his pitiful act. He knows everybody is weak to him being all sad and weak. He's mastered the art of acting so well, he's basically the all-powerful. "Is it because I'm an ugly turtle?! Is it because I'm too childish?! Tell me, so I can try to get better!"

When he notices your guilty expression, he internally smirks smugly. Look at you, already falling for his tactics so easily.

"No...I just..." He almost slips up and giggles when your voice fades away from uncertainty. Usually he doesn't feel like this, but when it comes to achieving your love, he just can't help but get a little- evil with his intentions.

"Please! Just tell me what I need to do to get you to love me!"

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I think I'm getting a little better at writing for 2012- ngl I must have gone a bit crazy with Mikey's part but it's fine

- Celina

[rattkachuk]

Mattdrai, 17 or 30 or both

17. fixing the other persons clothes absentmindedly or like tucking their hair behind their ear

Matthew wakes up to a string of phone notifications coming from the opposite side of the bed. And he thinks, there is far too much sun streaming through his curtains for how early it should be. His eyes widen and he sits up, reaching for his own phone and immediately sees they fucked up, “Shit.”

He shakes Leon’s shoulder a little as he tries to wake his own brain up, “Leo, we didn’t set an alarm.”

Leon shifts and pulls the comforter up over his head in an attempt to ignore Matthew.

“It’s 8:30,” Matthew informs, leaning over the lump under the covers, “And you have a flight to catch.”

“Oh fuck,” the sleep rough voice comes, and Leon doesn’t waste another second before he rolls out of bed and away from Matthew.

Matthew watches him go, lies back on the mattress, soaking in the pool of warmth that Leon left behind while mourning the loss of waking up slowly. The ghost of fervent touches from last night had left, only the dull but welcome ache lingering in Matthew’s body that he would be missing once it was gone. At least the bedsheets would still smell like Leon for the next few days.

He listens to Leon hurriedly getting ready in the bathroom, only looking up again when Leon returns to the bedroom and is shoving his few things into his backpack.

“I’ll drive you,” Matthew says quickly, grabbing a hoodie and a pair of shorts that had been haphazardly discarded on his bedroom floor.

Leon pauses, looks a little like he might protest and insist Matthew stay in bed, but he nods, “Okay.”

They go together down the stairs, and at the doorway Matthew looks Leon up and down, shakes his head at how ruffled he looks. Definitely not plane ready. “Hey, hold on a second,” Matthew reaches out to gently without thinking much of it, tucks in the corner of his shirt, then doing up a missed button in the middle.

Leon’s eyes are watching him with a look that Matthew can’t place, but he ignores it as he fusses with Leon’s hair, some of the strands sticking straight out. He thinks that maybe he could use a haircut, but also Matthew loves running his fingers through it, so he says nothing except, “You look like you just woke up.”

“Wow. Pretty great observation,” Leon is smiling now and reaches up to catch Matthew’s hand with his own, cutting off any protest with a kiss.

Matthew hums into it, chasing the touch.

“Let’s go, we don’t have time to worry about me looking like I just got out of bed,” he pulls away and again, Matthew is watching him go with a lingering want. The back pocket of his slacks is still untucked, and Matthew smirks.

added to my mattdrai drabble collection here

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Ok, so I just wanna say I love your Mob! Turtles headcannons! They're awesome. I also had a request if you're taking any at this time. I was wondering if you could do some HCs of the Mob! Turtles coming home one day injured and their S/O bandaging them up while scolding them for not being careful. You can decide what happens, but I would love to read what you come up with. Bonus points if it ends up *steamy* if you know what I mean.

Ok I love this idea, thank you for asking for a mob! turtles one, I adore those boys so much

Mob! Leo

"How could you be so reckless?" It's almost a hiss

"I knew I could take him, and I did..." but that last part was more of a whisper

Leo is carefully patting at your raw and bleeding knuckles with a cotton ball soaked in antibacterial while bandages sit on the table next to him.

you're sat in a chair at the kitchen table and he's crouched on the ground in front of you, so pissed he's not making eye contact

sometimes he'll turn your arm and see a new bruise/cut and shake his head in rage

"It could have ended so much worse than it did" his voice is strained, you're not sure if it's with concern or anger or a mix of both

you take his chin in your hand and force him to look up at you

"Baby, he had it coming. I'm your's, remember? He didn't seem to deterred even though he knew that."

Something in his eyes softens. He loves being reminded that he owns you and you own him

once the bandage is securely tied around your arm there's a different look in his eye

he stands, looking down at you

"Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are"

you gladly comply

Mob! Raph

"pissed" doesn't even begin to cover it

he dragged you out of that bar fight, even though you were winning, flashing his gun at the prick who was trying to follow you out

when you get in the car you're in for it

the second the doors close, he explodes at you

"Out of all the stupid shit you've done, this really is the fucking dumbest! A bar fight? Really, y/n?? Hey, how about next time we-" he notices blood dripping down your arm and stops.

a broken bottle has slashed at your upper arm, it probably needed stitches.

Raph keeps a first aid box in the glove compartment and whips it out to staunch the bleeding and wrap your arm in a bandage

he doesn't say anything

"come on, you know I hate the silent treatment. At least yell at me or something?"

He shakes his head

you get a new idea

"well, this top is ruined so I guess I better take it off"

before he can say a word you've slipped off your t-shirt and thrown it in the back, your chest exposed

Raph looks away but it's clear what's on his mind

you place a hand on his knee "let me make it up to you?" you say with puppy dog eyes

Raph growls before pulling you onto his lap

thank god for tinted windows you guess.

Mob! Mikey

When you get home there's no hiding that you've been in a fight

and when Mikey sees you he's frozen between "do I go out and shoot whoever did this?" and "do I bandage them up first?"

he decides on the latter

the entire time he's patching you up he's talking almost to himself

muttering "you go for the eyes" and "make 'em fucking pay for even looking at you"

he's almost shaking with rage

there's something animalistic about it that really does it for you

when he's done, he looks you right in the eyes

he says one simple cammand

"Never again"

and you know he means it

"I'm sorry" you reply

He tilts your head up a kisses you deeply

Mob! Donnie

oh you're in for it

"Are you fucking stupid? Have you lost your goddamn fucking mind?!"

he's cussing you out but you know he's just scared he could have lost you

a bar fight with 3 big ass dudes could have ended badly for you and it almost did

he's still wrapping up your arm very carefully, he did train to be a doctor after all.

"I ought to keep you in a cage, in fact, I might. One more fucking incident like this and I'm chaining you to a wall in my room!"

"That's....Kind of hot, honestly, Donnie..." you smirk.

He looks up at you

"Let me show you how I keep what is mine"

Grabbing you by the wrist he pulls your up and throws you over his shoulder

the next morning you can hardly walk but, honestly, it was kind of worth it

[candycane969]

✨🎧🌆ROTTMNT DONATELLO HEADCANONS🌆🎧✨

made by me! candy! :3 no major spoilers

A quick guide!✨

💜 - Supported by canon (things that are pretty sure out there, maybe not confirmed 100% but yeah)

❤ - Kind of supported by canon (things that happened in the series that miiiight lead to some other stuff)

🧡 - My source is that I made it the fuck up (still trying to fit it into the character tho)

⭐ - Not sure if I'm taking this headcanon or not, but I do think It's pretty neat

💋 - Kinky! DISCLAIMER: Ive always seen the rottmnt boys (and April) in the age group from 17 to 19 and thats what I headcanon them as (as it is my own age group!). Ive seen the show and was fucking sure theyre my age and then a month or two later I was slapped in the face with thier actual age lol. I dont support any pedo shit, I also dont think minors can consent. Just putting it out there

Lets go!🌆💜🎧⭐✨

The 'Tism

• 💜 I think Its pretty fucking obvious that this boy is autistic, pretty much everything in the show supports this.

• ❤ Donny's headgear also works as noise cancelling headphones! He's often overwhelmed by background sounds and his gear makes it easier for him to live his life (either on missions or just spending time with his brothers and/or April). He still loves blasting his music on the highest volume tho. It's different when you consent to hearing your jams then when several people are talking at once and youre going crazy.

Tagging as kind of canon because he might have audio sensory issues because of his autism and you can reraly see him without the damn googles.

Different stims

❤ Foot stomping

❤ Hand flapping

🧡 Repeating a song/part of song over and over (yes, even if it has no words)

❤ Spinning on chairs

🧡 Pacing around the lab/the lair

• 💜 He knows ASL! Though It's never said in the show why he learned it, I believe that because he goes nonverbal often. Everyone in the lair can sign a bit because of that, but not everybody is too good at it. Donatello can communicate in ASL fluently.

Gender

• 🧡 Donatello never really felt connected to being "a men" and categorising things as "for boys" and "for girls" always seemed dumb to him. Shortly after Leo's coming out as a trans men (SURPRISE LEO HEADCANON) he went to talk to him about his gender experience. After some thinking and digging, Don came to the conclusion that he is in fact nonbinary. He still uses mostly male pronounces but always appreciates gender neutral pronounces coming his way.

Sexuality

• 🧡 While realising his own gender he also figured out that he doesn't really sees gender that seriously in others either. Men or women, its pretty much whatever to him. He doesn't like to label himself much when it comes to his sexuality, he accepts reffering to him as a pansexual or bisexual.

• 🧡 When it comes to dating Donatello doesn't imagine himself with anyone, really. He finds himself attractive, but doesn't think anyone would fancy him in a romantic way. He's not interessted much in dating either way. But he doesn't exclude dating someone in the future. It's just he won't go out of his way to look for love.

• ❤/🧡 Its obvious Don is a men of science, he's a genius when it comes to coding, math, engineering, I would say chemistry as well. Thats the field he feels the most comfortable in, but he loves learning new things in general. As long as there is interesting knowledge he can obtain, he will be there, soaking it like a sponge. He likes listening to info dumps, and probably listens to long ass video essays and/or podcasts.

• 🧡 Don likes to learn about others people hobbys and takes interest in learning about it. He likes showing others that he cares about something, even though Its something totally indifferent to him. For example, he knows lot about art making process from Mikey (Angelo even made him paint with him a couple of times!) even tho he doesn't really likes drawing and/or famous artists. No many people appreciate his work so he wants to show his appreciation to others.

• 💜 He is pretty low empathy most of the time. It's hard for him to relate to others, and can often feel like someone is overreacting. It's also challenging for him to put his feelings "out there". Which often makes him look unloving or unfriendly. And it couldn't be farther from the truth. He loves his brothers even though they bother him most of the time. And he loves April as well (though she never really troubled him much). He never really thinks that his low empathy is a flaw (more often he thinks about it as a blessing) but there rare are moment when he feels helpless because of it. He is glad that his family knows that he truly cares about them (and accepts any effort he puts in to express his feelings, even if it seems small).

• 🧡⭐ I've seen people headcanoning Donny as a baker and honestly I like it a lot. Cooking is Mikeys domain, and it suits him well, as it allows a lot of freestyling and just overall feeling. Baking and pastry making is very calculated and one miatake can ruin the whole thing. It reminds Don of engineering in a sense. Also baking is an easy way to get love and appreciation from his family because, cmon, he just made the most angelic fruit tarts in the whole universe, of course they're going to praise him. It also works as a stress relief. When feeling stumped and/or overwhelmed over a project or a situation he'll make something easy like brownies to get his mind of it.

• 🧡 He's very sentimental. He loves receiving gifts and will cherish and use them (even if he doesn't like it). He still has every "gamers dont die they respawn" Tshirt and every "dont fuck with my brother he was born in october and has autism" mug. Sometimes he REALLY wants to throw something away but god damn it this is painting Mikey did when he was ten and is just five splats of paint and thinking about him somehow finding out and crying about it might destroy him forever.

• 🧡⭐ This bitch reads fanfics, thats it. It started when he was around 13 or smth with Atomic Lass x Reader and now he knows all the fanfic lingo. He still might read something from time to time and writes very long and well written comments (with constructive criticism).

• 🧡 Speaking of which, Don writes perfect sentences while texting. All the correct spelling and punctuation. He also communicates with emojis and gifs like a millenial.

Food, TW: drinking!

• 🧡 He has a rather strong head, you cant make him drunk that easily. But when it finally happens, youre in for a ride. Shutting him up is near impossible, he will talk non-stop but with much less eloquence then while sober. Its extremely easy to make him laugh, so Leo absolutely loves it. He often looses track of what hes saying and starts completely different rant. Overall a chaotic mess. Really fun to witness it at least once. His beverage of choice is either fun cocktails or beer (tho rarely and/or only with some kind of juice because he doesn't like the fizziness on his tongue).

• 🧡 And that takes us to Donatello that hates fizzy drinks. He hates carbonated beverages, no matter if its cola or champagne. The feeling on his tongue and in his mouth makes him really uncomfortable. When there is no other choice but to drink up some bubbless, he leaves it open for as long as he can to get rid of them. His brothers despise him for that.

• 🧡 He doesn't like weird food combos either and is rather picky. When ordering food Don sticks to what he knows not to risk an uncomfortable texture touching his mouth. Texture is the most often reason for him not liking a specific food. Donnys pretty strict to preparing food as well (the way he does a thing is The Correct Way and no other exception is acceptable). Also he puts milk first so his cereal doesn't get soggy.

• 🧡 I feel like he likes fruit juices in boxes and fruit mousses but this is pretty random 🤷

• ❤/🧡 He wears contacts! We've seen little Donny with glassess, so I assumed he wears contacts now. When he knows he will be spending all day in the lair (for example because of an injury) he still has a pair of glassess he uses. And yes, he tapes them to the head. Because he rarely ever wears them, he never came up with a solution for not having ears and needing glassess.

• 🧡 ABSOLUTELY hates smoking. Will go on a rant if he sees someone he knows smoking. He absolutely despises the smell and WILL take it out of someones mouth/hand and throw it away. Appreciates the fun smells of vapes but still hates them. Will call vapers losers (maybe not exacly in these words but he will for sure).

• 🧡 Really good at makeup, but not as good as Leo is (ANOTHER SURPRISE LEO HEADCANON). He spend years perfecting his eyebrows of course. He also wears eyeliner because serving cunt is important even on the battlefield. From time to time you can see his nails painted as well.

• 🧡⭐ While being flustered or simply distracted he stutters a lot, mostly in a way of repeating whole words or parts of a sentence ("Its good because- Its good- Its good because I um- Its good-")

• 🧡 Enjoys taking very long baths, and actually prefers them much more then showers. Can stay underwater for a rather long time as well!! Being fully submerged calms him down a lot and its overall very relaxing for him.

• 🧡⭐ Ive seen a lot of takes that without his battle shell, he is really flexible (due to having a soft shell). And I like the idea. I think, that before sitting infront of a screen (or a desk in general) to do his work for several hours he stretches deeply so his back won't be so sore later. Also a reason to draw Donny in yoga poses and thats always cool.

• ❤ Makes up shit to fuck with his brothers. Like just spreading misinformation and gaslighting them for shit and giggles. Or to get them to leave him alone for a while. Also will gaslight them if they somehow find out that he was lying ("what? you must have heard me wrong then 🙄💅")

• 💜/❤ Loves singing and dancing!!! Aint the best singer (tho I love his songs in the show Im kissing him as we speak) but is a gorgeous dancer! He finds it incredibly fun and feels fabulous while doing it. Also Im pretty sure dancing counts as stimming so add it to the list. Dances solo like 90% of the time but really enjoys dancing in pairs (dances with April a whole lot when they get the chance!).

• ❤ He rarely laughs out loud, but when he does it is loud and messy. A good joke can make him think about it all day and continue laughing for a long time. Not my og take, Ive seen this headcanon before and I love it so so much :3

• 🧡 From all his brothers, he kind of wishes to be human the most of them all. Its not a big big wish, he does think of himself as very unique individual and takes pride of being a mutant. But sometimes while hanging out with April he can get lost in his thoughts of "what ifs". Maybe in the process of making a cloaking accessory.

• 🧡 His handwriting is god-awful. All scribly and fucked up like Doctors writing. Unfamiliar eye would not decipher a word out of it, but Don knows exactly what everything means. But he mostly writes digitally.

• ❤ Dons dislike of hugging is canon, but I do believe he likes being touched on his head and face (head pats, cheek rubs, scratches). He enjoys hand holding when it's appropriate as well.

• 💋 Im headcanoning the boys to go through mating season once a year (except mikey cuz he small) everyone at a different time. It would be similiar to an ovulation but much more horny (with also fever symptoms). Don would be the second after Raph to get it. While in heat he doesn't go feral or anything, but after a few days stops working because he cant focus on his craft. Waves of sudden temperature changes (mostly high heat) with really horny thoughts and hypersensitivity to pretty much everything...yeah not the best work environment. He spends his  most intensive days closed off in his lab or room because he really doesn't want his family to see him like this (the rest of the turtles are in thier rooms during thier mating time as well for the same reason). Also add being possessive while having a SO, and also veeery easy to irritate.

• 💋 Donny takes on a more submissive role while being intimate, even though he loves to be in charge all the time. But he isn't a bottom either, I would put him perfectly in the middle as a switch (more leaning on that sub part tho).

• 💋 His biggest turn on is smell. Like someones natural smell, no perfumes and all. He likes to snuggle in the crook of the neck and take it all in. This becomes cranked up to eleven during mating season, as he absolutely cannot stop sniffing. Would love his significant other to leave him clothes with thier smell on it and sleep and/or snuggle with it.

Might add more later but thats all for now :3💜

Hope you enjoyed it⭐✨

[kitty-baby36]

"Four Turtles & A Baby"

(TMNT BAYVERSE)

🐢 Chapter One 🐢

The weather was a perfect match to his mood. The storm outside raged with rain pounding on the surface, thunder rumbling, and occasional flashes of lightning illuminating the dank, dimly lit tunnels of the sewer. Raphael sat against the wall, tending to a bruised arm and scowls at the ground, his frustration palpable.

He muttered to himself. "Stupid fucking Leo…" They'd been training again and his brother had cheated, catching him off-guard and putting him on his ass. "Always having to show off and get all the praise..."

As the thunder growls overhead, he shifts slightly, glancing up at the storm drain above. Water cascades down into a rhythmic chaos that only amplifies his irritation. He sighs.

"Can’t get a break, can I? Just a freakin’ night off…"

Another thunderclap, he leaned back, fully prepared to sulk some more. Just then, a high-pitched sound pierces through the roar of the storm—a baby’s cry. His ears perk up, confusion quickly overshadowing his anger, and he sits up abruptly. "What the…?"

He inches closer to the storm drain, wiping the rain off his forehead, peering through the slits in the grate. His eyes widen as he squints against the deluge. There in the gutter, swaddled in a damp, tattered blanket, is a small infant, soaked and squawling. No way… No way this is happening. As lightning flashes above, he sees the tiny face, round and helpless. It's a little girl. She's nearly naked, and her skin is pale, indicating that she had been there for at least a couple of hours. The sight twists something unfamiliar to life deep inside of him. Who the hell would leave a baby out here?!

He scoffs. "Great! Just what I need… a crying baby to deal with while I’m nursing my own shit!"

The rain continues to pour. Not a single person is in sight, and with each passing minute, the baby’s cries grow weaker and more desperate. Raphael knows he can’t ignore it. He steels himself, eyes hardening. He makes his way over to the storm drain, grabbing hold of the grate, tugging at it with all his strength. It creaks but doesn’t budge. With a determined grunt, he pulls again, and the latch finally gives way. He allows the grate to fall to the side with a metallic clang.

"Hang on, little one. I got you." He reaches up towards the bundle, feeling the rushing water splash against his arm as he carefully scoops the infant into his arms. Her wails echo in the dark tunnel, a sound so small, yet it hits him like a freight train. "It’s okay… it’s okay," he shusses. "You’re safe now."

The little girl stares up at him, wide-eyed, her cries quieting just a little when she feels his touch. She's freezing cold. Previous agitation forgotten, all Raphael can focus on is the tiny life cradled in his arms. Determined, he carefully carries the infant through the sewer, navigating the darkness with purpose, the storm’s fury now a distant memory as his heart fills with a protective instinct unlike anything he’s felt before.

💠

This is my very first attempt at story-posting here. Please don't judge me too harshly! 🙏😐

[sakumasmut]

sorry i keep thinking everyone just needs to fuck each other. imagine rinne and hiyori working out like fuck buddies system bc theyre both whores at heart and theyre roommates so~ if they cant find anyone to fuck that night theyll just fuck each other! kanata maybe joins in sometimes if he's awake but usually just tells them to at least keep it down while he sleeps. works out well with my hc of rinne and hiyori being into exhibition lmaoo

i think there's a similar arrangement between ritsu and mika too btw. esp since its just the two of them. if you step into that room before they have time to hide stuff, it just toys and bdsm shit everywhere

- 💚

god okay now that you’ve brought up roommates I need to talk. fully agree with ritsu and mika they 100% fuck whenever they feel like it. they’re both kinky as hell there’s no way they havent fucked at least once. rinne deffo gets down with whoever is willing, and tbh kanata doesnt mind since he’ll soak in the tub while they fuck. least he can do for having the water bill so high is deal with some moaning, even better if he gets to join.

I’ve been thinking about the maokuroizushu dorm just fucking the natsunazuleo dorm bc you’ve got izu fucking leo bc they deffo already do in florence and leo is needy, kuro just absolutely domming nazu (ultimate size kink pair ngl) with maybe shu joining if he happens to be in japan. maonatsu would be more like hate sex but also bc they’re both a bit pent up and I think natsume needs someone else to be masochistic to in bed besides mugi.

also rei and eichi. definitely fuck when they’re alone you cannot tell me otherwise

there’s probably other dorm arrangement gold I’m missing but this is what I’m thinking abt for now

[angelasscribbles]

Savage Love Chapter 25: Answers

Series: Savage Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: R         

Warnings: Mature themes

Word Count: 2,315

My other stuff: Master List.

I slept like shit again.

I was also more than a little sexually frustrated. It’s not that it had been that long, it hadn’t. It was the having them both in such close proximity and not being able to do anything about it that was getting to me. I was going on forty eight hours without so much as a kiss from either of them. And I don’t mean a peck on the cheek. I mean a real life, bona fide, make you go weak in the knees, tongue in the mouth kiss, damn it!

Yet they were both right up on me every time I turned around, leaning in just a little too close, brushing up against me, touching my face, holding my hand, getting in my bubble…. It was getting annoying.

And those fucking car rides. Once again, I found myself sandwiched between them. The only problem with that was that I liked it a little too much. I could feel the body heat radiating off both of them, soaking into my skin, making my skin tingle. I could smell both of them, their scents mingling like that morning when Drake laid down on Liam’s bed next to me.

I knew that all I had to do was reach out and touch either one of them. But I still couldn’t choose one while the other was standing right there.

It was really getting to be a problem.  

“Leo says they’re going to grab breakfast in town and meet us at the venue for rehearsal.” Liam said as he returned his phone to his pocket.

“Great.” I said, as I turned my body toward Liam and took his hand in mine as I asked, “Now, tell the truth, are you ready for this?”

“As I’ll ever be!” He gave me a nervous smile as he squeezed my hand.

The same middle aged blonde woman from the day before greeted us when we arrived, but she was friendly this time. She showed us immediately into the same office we’d been in the previous day.

“Thank you, Susan.” The woman behind the desk said as she stood to greet us.

Katherine Boedecker had silver hair pulled back in a bun. A pair of oversized, black glasses with square lenses rested on the bridge of her aquiline nose. Her smile was warm and genuine.

She came around the desk to embrace Liam, “You probably don’t remember me! I haven’t seen you since you were a small child, but I keep up with the Cordonian news!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t, but I understand you were important to my grandmother and I’m very grateful for you taking the time to meet with us!”

“I would do anything for your grandmother. She was like a sister to me. So, how can I help you?”

“It’s come to my attention that my mother may have had another child.”

“Oh, ah….”

“Please. If I have a sibling out there, I have a right to know, don’t I?”

“Yes, of course you do. And I suppose, after all this time…” Katherine looked lost in thought for a moment then seemed to come to a decision, “I mean, the child is grown now, and maybe the danger your mother spoke about has passed.”

“So, there is a child?”

“There is.”

I knew Liam was focused on his missing sibling, but I had another question, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, but what danger did Eleanor speak of?”

“Here’s what I know.” Katherine said, “Eleanor came home to have this child in secret. She was afraid of anyone finding out. She said she had enemies at court. She was planning to return home for Leo and Liam then flee the country. But when she went back….”

“She was murdered.” Liam supplied.

“So, her fears about being in danger were founded.” I said.

Katherine nodded, “Apparently.”

“What happened to the child?” Liam asked.

“Well, your grandmother wanted to keep her, of course-“

“It was a girl? I have a sister?”

“Yes. A beautiful little dark haired girl. Your grandmother wanted to keep her, but your mother had been adamant that they couldn’t stay here, that her enemies would find her here eventually. We couldn’t overlook that her murder meant she was right. We didn’t know the nature of the danger she was worried about, but we thought it prudent to hide the child’s identity, so the baby left here with Cora and Jackson.”

Drake’s head snapped up, “What? Jackson?”

“Yes, Jackson….Walker, I think it was, he was the head of her security detail. He accompanied her here to have the baby, then he returned after her death to help Cora and the baby get out of the country.”

I put my hand on Drake’s shoulder, trying to mitigate some of the shock, “You okay?”

“I…I’m fine.” He looked bewildered, “I mean, he was the head of her detail, so it makes sense he would have accompanied her here but…the rest….”

Drake was right. It engendered a million more questions. Jackson knew about the child. Why had he never told anyone? Why did he return to help hide the child? Was it possible he left some clue behind?

“Who is Cora?” I asked.

“Cora Illiopolis.” Katherine replied, “She accompanied your mother here, was with her through the birth and remained here to care for the child when Eleanor returned to Cordonia for the boys. They seemed close.”

I glanced at Liam. He shook his head to indicate he’d never heard the name.

“Both boys?” I asked.

Katherine nodded, “Yes, she saw Leo as her son too.”

By all accounts Eleanor had been a marvelous stepmother, treating Leo as her own. But in no universe would she have had a legal right to take him when she left. She had been planning a kidnapping? Of the heir to the throne?

None of it made any sense.

“Where can we find Cora now?”

“I don’t know. Jackson took her and the baby and they left. He said it was safer for us if we didn’t know. Maybe you could ask him.”

“That won’t be possible.” Liam informed her, “Captain Jackson Walker was killed in the line of duty a few years after my mother’s death. He was Drake’s father.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” She replied.

Drake nodded, “Thanks.”

Katherine opened a drawer and pulled out a faded photo, pushing it across the desk to Liam, “This is the only photo we had of her. I found it in your grandmother’s possessions after she passed.”

Liam took it and ran his fingers along the edge as he gazed down at it, “What’s her name?”

“Your mother named her Lena. After her death, I forged a birth certificate making Cora her legal mother. So, wherever she is, she’s living under the name Lena Illiopolis. I’m sorry I can’t tell you more, but that’s all I know.”

Liam stood, “I understand, doctor, thank you for your time.”

“Where can we get a copy of that birth certificate?” I asked.

“I have a copy; I’ll have it couriered over to Rud’s for you.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Okay, how are both of you really doing?” I asked as we rode from the office building to the venue for rehearsal.

“It’s a lot to take in.” Liam admitted

“My father knew.” Drake raked his hand through his hair as he let his head thump back into the seat, “He knew!”

“To be fair, he swore an oath to my mother. If she asked him to keep it secret, he was honor and duty bound to do so.” Liam told him.

Drake nodded thoughtfully, “I know. It’s just….like you said, it’s a lot.”

“An oath?” I asked, “Is that a normal part of the swearing in process for royal guard?”

“No.” Liam answered, “Each member of the royal family has a personal guard, one that is assigned to only them, called a crown shield. It’s considered a great honor to be chosen.”

“Yeah,” Drake added, “There’s a very rigorous vetting process to even get your credentials in front of the royal family for consideration.”

My mind scanned quickly through interactions I’d had with Leo and Liam and the various guards I’d interacted with, “Bastien is Leo’s, Alec is yours.” I said confidently.

“Yes!” Liam confirmed, “Wow, that was fast!”

“It wasn’t that hard.” I told him, “Simply a matter of noticing who is with you most often and the fact that the other guards take orders from them.”

“She’s quick like that.” Drake laughed.

“So, Jackson was Eleanor’s crown shield?” I asked.

“Yes.” Drake and Liam both answered.

I nodded. Knowing that, it made more sense that he would have felt compelled to return to protect the baby. Perhaps Eleanor has even tasked him with the baby’s safety. Given the nature of his position, he likely felt responsible for failing to protect her. Guilt could make people do a lot of otherwise unreasonable things. It’s possible he thought he still owed her for his failure and that helping hide her daughter would pay that debt.

~~~~~~~~~~

We arrived at the venue to find more people than expected. In addition to Leo, Maxwell and Bertrand, Olivia and Savannah were there. Olivia made sense, she was there with Leo, obviously.

“Hey, Sav!” Drake was clearly surprised, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, Bert invited me.”

“Bert?” Drake looked completely bewildered, “Why would he invite you?”

“I have a life, Drake.”                      

“I know! I just meant….I didn’t know you two hung out or ran in the same circles or whatever.”

Savannah looked uncomfortable.

I noticed Bertrand watching them surreptitiously from across the room. I tapped Drake on the arm. When he turned to look at me, I told him, “Hey, Walker, I think they, uh….are here together.”

“I know, she just told me that.”

For a smart man, he could be pretty fucking clueless, “No, Drake. I mean, together.”

“What? No!” He started laughing, then he turned back to his sister, “Tell her that’s ridiculous!”

Savannah didn’t laugh though.

Drake’s laughter cut off when he realized he was the only one laughing. He looked back and forth between me and his sister then over at Bertrand then back to his sister, “No!”

“No?”

“I mean…I just….really? That guy?”

“I’m a big girl, Drake. I don’t need your permission.”

“No, of course not! I just….you know what? Never mind!” He spun and walked away from her.

“Sorry!” I told her before running after him. When I caught up, I asked, “What the hell was that about?”

“I just don’t want to see my sister get hurt! Do you really think he’s serious about her?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t, maybe she’s not looking for serious. Either way, it’s their business. Right?”

Most of the tension left his shoulders, “You’re right. I just feel responsible for her, since dad is gone, and mom moved away. I’m all she has. It’s kind of my job to look out for her.”                     

I put my hand on his shoulder as I told him, “I’m sure she appreciates that, but she is a grown woman. And what do we say about men trying to control what women do?”

He turned his head to look at me as he tried to suppress a smile, “Oh no, we do not do that, ma’am!”

I lifted my hand from his shoulder and brought it back down, slapping him, “I told you, stop calling me ma’am!”

He spun and pinned my body to his before I had time to react, he was laughing as he nuzzled against my neck, “And I told you….never!”

I shrieked with laughter as I tried to squirm free. My struggles ceased as his playful nuzzling turned into light nipping and gentle sucking. Shit. My breathing hitched, I sank a hand into his silky hair, delighting in the way it felt between my fingers. “Fuck! If you don’t stop that, we’re going to have to go somewhere private where I can rip these clothes off of you!”

“I am fine with that.” He murmured, his warm breath against my skin.

There was a buzzing noise followed by a pop as the sound equipment came to life. Then Liam’s voice over the speakers, “Hey Drake! Get your ass up here, it’s rehearsal time!”

Drake froze, a frustrated growl escaping him.

“I’m coming!” He yelled over his shoulder, then he whispered, “To be continued, okay?”

“Mm hm.” I agreed, letting him kiss me before he released me and jogged over to the stage.

I glanced up at Liam, it was obvious he had been watching us, but when I caught his eye, there was no anger there. He gave me a mischievous grin and a waggle of his eyebrows.  

Olivia sidled up to me, “You know, once I found out you were really an undercover agent, I assumed the shit you told me about Liam was made up to get on my good side. Especially after watching that little display with Drake just now.”                                              

“What’s your point?” I asked her.

“Nothing.” She lifted and dropped her shoulders casually, “Just from where I’m standing, it seems pretty damn real for him. I care about Liam and he’s going to be my brother in law. I don’t want to see him hurt. So, which one are you actually interested in?”

I was saved from answering by Savannah, “Hey girls! Why don’t we go do some shopping and sightseeing while the guys practice? We can meet back up for dinner later.”

“Sure, Sav!” I said more brightly than I felt, “I’d love to!”

Anything to get out of answering that question. For Olivia. For the two of them. For myself.

Because the more time I spent with them, the more muddled the answer became.

Or the clearer.

The answer was both.

I wanted both.

[shittygaypornmagazine]

An Honest Christmas

It was stupid, Frank had to admit that. Not because he was particularly fond of being honest with himself - all the years in the closet might give you an impression on where he stood on this topic - but because he decided that this upcoming year, he will try and change his behaviour. Become more aware of himself and others. Just like his therapist told him. Because all that his therapist told him always was very wise, smart and reasonable. Just like that time when she said he has to treat himself once in a while. Oh, he took that advice to heart. And followed it ever since, every time he could.

For example, like, right now, while standing in the biggest LEGO store he had seen in his life, located in the Duty Free area of Toronto Airport. The only issue was that it was 3:34AM. And his flight departure was scheduled to 3:20AM.

"Shit," he squeaked, rushing outside the store towards gate E5. Maybe there was a slight, tiny chance that the flight got delayed and he simply didn't remember (that happened to him once already, so it wouldn't be a surprise)? "No, no, no..."

BOOM.

Wet- no, hot. Too hot.

"Fuck!" Frank looked down at the person who bumped into him, spilling their coffee all over him.

"Oh god I am sorry," the guy proclaimed, waiving his hands in panic. "I'm so sorry..."

At first glance Frank thought that the guy might have spilled the coffee over himself too, but then he realised that that's just how his clothes looked like: stained and old, like those of a mechanic, who's worked in a workshop for most of his life. Frank looked at the guy's face, to judge wether this description was suitable, and...

Hot- no, annoying. Too annoying.

"What the fuck, man?" snapped Frank. "I missed my flight!"

Oop. His therapist wouldn't like that. This is definitely not honesty. This was the exact opposite. And, considering he affected other people with it, if this little scene ever comes up in one of their sessions, they'd have to go back like two months of therapy. And Frank didn't want that. He wanted the progress. Wanted the changes. He wanted to be Ok. So he took a breath listening to the other guy's rambling.

He had a name tag on his suspenders: LEO VALDEZ. Frank hummed to himself.

"So you agree?" the guy asked, probably thinking Frank replied to something he said.

Frank blinked. "Uh. What?"

"I can buy you another ticket. For the next flight. Wherever you're headed."

Frank blinked again.

His original ticket's cost was laughable, which meant that the plane was, probably, just a bus with two cupboard wings; but the next flight was by an actual Respectable Airplane Company, and the cost looked accordingly. But if the guy - Leo - insisted... Frank was greedy and selfish enough to accept the offer. Besides, he really needed to get home, to Vancouver. To his grandma.

"Fine," he said. "I- thanks, I guess. But, uh... Aren't you here for a flight either?"

Leo grinned. Frank reminded himself that honesty is not always a blessing.

"I work here," he said. "I mean, not here, here... But in airports, generally. And sometimes I sneak in, to catch a ride. Have a thing for flying metal things. Remind me of dragons"

"Or transformers," Frank snorted.

"Do not bring this shit show into this engineeringly skilled household."

"Wow," Frank raiser his eyebrows. "You must be fun at parties."

Leo placed a hand on his chest. "I am hilarious at parties, thank you very much."

"You're welcome," chuckled Frank.

For some reason, Frank hoped for Leo to turn out an annoying asshole, so he'd have a valid reason to absolutely hate his guts for making him sit at a random McDonald's in the middle of the night, in coffee soaked clothes. But his hoped were in vain, because Leo McShizzle was, indeed, fucking hilarious. Again, not that Frank would admit that to himself. Or to Leo.

When the guy joked, Frank would roll his eyes, or - if the joke was actually good - continue the bit with a sarcastic tone. And maybe he did grin like once. Or twice. But it's not like Leo was looking at him when it happened, so it doesn't matter. He doesn't have to admit it happened. His therapist won't know. No one will, actually. This will remain his little Airport secret. Because that's what all kinds of Airport affairs always were.

"You can't say that," Frank shook his head while they were waiting in line for ticket purchase.

"Why not?" Leo asked, fiddling with his belt.

"Because it's bullshit," Frank said. "Take it from me, I'm a security guard."

"Well," Leo shrugged. "This doesn't change the fact that this place is shit, and so is the security."

"It's the biggest airport in the country."

"That's the thing!" Leo waved his hand. "Here you have a false sense of security."

Frank raised his hand. "I wouldn't say it's false."

"Listen, I've been behind the scenes. And let me tell you; you have no idea how easy it would be, to take that whole building under one single person's control."

"It sounds like something they'd arrest you for saying."

"I thought you would agree with me," Leo scoffed. "As a security guard."

"Well, I don't work at airports. Don't have the right level of license yet. For now I'm more like... School and Kindergarten kind of guard."

"The Fun Ruiner," Leo nodded. "Suits you."

"Hey, I don't ruin anyone's fun!" Frank said, offended. "Kids have to be in school when they are supposed to."

"Mhm," Leo said, gravely, as if confirming a diagnosis. "Just like I thought. A rare case of a Good Cop."

"Shut up."

"Of course, darling," Leo winked at him.

That was the last thing he said before buying Frank his new ticket. And since then things turned kind of... weird. There was no reason for Leo to stay with him, but he still did. And it was annoying. Of course it was. It had to be. Because Frank "came out as bisexual only because of two of his best friends" Zhang couldn't develop a crush on a dude who spilled coffee on him. That wouldn't work. Normal couples sometimes recreated their first meetings after years of dating, and Frank dreaded the day that idea might be brought up, because, well- no. Stop. Wait. Why was he thinking about it?! He didn't even know the guy, so why was he...?

His thoughts were interrupted by an announcement. A flight - Frank's flight - was departing in 50 minutes and all the passengers had been invited to check in and board the plane.

"Well," Leo smiled. "Guess that's my cue. My break was over about an hour ago but, you know, considering I kind of ruined all of your plans for the day..."

"Eh, you know..." Frank shrugged, awkwardly. "Happens."

Leo raised his eyebrows. "Not what you said at first."

"I was very much pissed at first," Frank admitted. Honestly.

"That checks out," Leo nodded. "And you know who has to check in?"

Frank felt his eyes roll back, towards the ceiling. "Oh, my god..."

"I'm right here, no need to call me."

"You- oh, shut up."

"That's how you part ways with me? Really?" Leo clicked his tongue. "Who raised you?"

"My mom told me not to talk to strangers," Frank said and, picking up his bag, started walking towards his gate.

"A stanger?! Is that how you call it now?!" cried Leo. "I thought we had a binding moment!"

"Don't remember. Didn't happen!"

Except that it did. It did happen. He did remember. And the worst of all: he didn't forget. But even so, the universe decided to remind him of that again about three months later, when Frank was being late to his shift at his new job at the Vancouver airport, and bumped into someone, spilling his tea all over them.

@yourlocalmorosoph this is a devotion for you, and a thank you for helping me to come up with the whole thing to @leovaldezdefender 🥹✨

[voxmilia]

❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜ (self-indulgent pain~ Beejgrazi~)

(in which Remy loves me and I reward that love with pain while introducing mashblr to my oc, the twenty-one year old nurse graziella "grazi" "hotshot" kowalski)

BJ had always been so kind to her. To all the nurses, really. Not in the flirtatious ways of Hawkeye or Trapper John, not with the slightly patronizing "honeys" and "sweethearts" Colonel Blake would indulge in - and god strike her down for speaking ill of the dead. But in a way that reminds her just a little bit of some faces back home - Davey Jacob's brilliant mind, Jack Kelly's cheek, even Liam Conlon's fierce, unwavering loyalty.

She hadn't even sought him out today. No, she had slipped into a corner table at Rosie's, hoping a drink would dull her ache. She thinks of her father, how he must have felt similarly, and drinks more when all logic dictated to put the bottle down. BJ had found her four or five beers in, tear tracks still fresh on her face. He had coaxed her so gently outside for some fresh air and call her naïve, but there was no ulterior motives in his gaze. Blue eyes were brimming with warmth, but no fire. The water near the Navy Yard pier on a gorgeous summer afternoon - familiar, comforting, inviting.

She knows he's married; how could she not? Mail call gets announced and he's all but bum-rushing Radar, eager for word from his wife. Unlike so many other men in the unit, the ones who forgot about their rings or ranted about their wives sneaking around while in bed with another woman themselves, BJ didn't stray. That was one of the truest facts Graziella knew. The sky was blue, there would always be wounded arriving when you try to take a nap, and BJ Hunnicutt was as loyal as they come. The very same nurses who would warn her about how men like Trapper or Hawkeye would chew up fresh meat like her and spit her back out would eye BJ as if hoping he'd do that very thing to them.

She should know better than to accept an invitation into a married man's space. But the Swamp was quiet, with Charles in post op and Hawkeye at the office's club. It gave them the space to sit down, for Grazi to pull the crumpled, tear stained letter from her pocket and allow BJ to inspect the reason for her distress.

"Leo's always been a sickly kid," she sniffles, hugging her knees to her chest, feeling very much a child in this moment despite being a grown woman. "He was a preemie. I think he got whatever weak constitution, or whatever Mama has. S-So it ain't news that he's sick, really, I, I just...I should be home with 'im, with all'a them!"

The sobs begin afresh, thinking of her younger siblings. They were still kids; Tony was barely sixteen, Rosa fifteen, and baby Leo only twelve. Grazi's aware she's on the younger end of officers here at twenty-one but knowing she left behind actual children... They were supposed to be her responsibility! With Mama sick and Papa drunk as a skunk, they needed her! And she left!

She can't articulate any of these thoughts, not with the way her sobs shake her entire frame. She feels the warm of long, strong arms winding around her as BJ pulls her in for a hug. And though she knows she shouldn't, knows it's pushing against some pretty firm boundaries, Graziella allows herself to hold him in return. Fingers clutch desperately at his shirt, seeking an anchor to the moment, to reality, lest the tides of despair wash her way.

Tender as anything, she feels a kiss pressed to the crown of her head as BJ cradles her head to his chest, allowing her tears to soak into the fabric of his shirt without shame or hesitation. It only makes Grazi cry all the harder.

"I-I enlisted for Frankie, for Liam," she blubbers, thoughts shifting to her twin brother and best friend on the front lines, far away from her. "A-And I ain't anywhere close to 'em! I can't, I can't help 'em, I can't help Rosa and the boys back home, I, fuck, I can't do shit here!"

"You save lives here, Graziella," BJ returns fervently, fingers stroking through tangled brown locks. "A hell of a lot of people are grateful you're here instead of Brooklyn. And there are dozens and dozens of nurses just like you at other MASHs and aid stations that are looking out for your brother."

It's true, all of it. They need every spare pair of hands they can get some days and Grazi's done an awful lot of good here. She knows this, she does, but that doesn't make it any less hard to swallow that she should somehow be both here and there.

An impossibility but one that weighs on her nonetheless.

BJ's fingers grip her shoulders, gently coaxing her to pull back. No sooner was her face lifted from his tear-soaked shirt did his hands move again. Long, slender fingers cup her cheeks, swiping away tears as they trickled down from watery brown eyes. "They'll be okay. We have to believe they'll be okay or we'll be too busy being pulled half a world away to take care of the people here."

She sniffles but manages a nod. It wasn't as if crying over her sick little brother was going to heal him, or the patients they're monitoring in post-op, after all.

Her eyes are downcast, trying to compose herself, unaware of the way those ocean blue eyes start to harden, even as his thumbs continue to wipe away the last of her tears. "I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you," his words are a whisper on the air, barely audible. But it's enough to pull Graziella out of her wallowing for a moment of lucidity.

God, what was she doing here? Like this? With a married man? A loyal married man, at that?

She smiles, still a little shaky, even as she lifts her hands up to gently grasp BJ's wrists. He offers no resistance when she pulls his hands away from her face. "...You're a real good friend, BJ," she murmurs so sweetly. "So I'll be a good friend right back and get outta your hair. Before we both get a little too friendly, ya know?"

He does know, his eyes say, though his mouth remains pursed in a thin line. A story for another time. A safer, softer time, when he can laugh about it with his pretty wife. Grazi stands, and in a foolish, naïve move, presses a kiss to BJ's hair, just as he had done for her.

She paused, hand pressed to the mesh of the door but not quite opening it. There's another door she needs to close first. She glances back, with a faraway smile and nods once. "Goodnight, Dr. Hunnicutt," she murmurs. She doesn't wait for a reply before walking out of the Swamp, gaze aimed ever forward.

[idiotvision]

Too Much To Handle

Leo was walking his normal patrol route, it was a smaller area compared to what most Heroes were assigned, but he was alright with that. Some might question how a power like his could be truly useful, but recently he'd discovered something.

If he concentrated hard enough on an image in his head, he could slowly begin manifesting the object in his hands. Though, of course, his powers were still somewhat of a challenge for him to understand, he felt this new discovery would make him finally feel more useful!

It wasn't necessarily the best addition though, the objects were always golden and somewhat small and fragile. Better than nothing though, he reasoned.

He'd conjured a few small hammers, securing them to his belt loops as he continued on his way. It was fairly quiet today, he figured that maybe Wonky was holding some special event and that could be why, but he didn't know for sure.

Suddenly, he found himself tumbling to the ground. He let out a breath as he hit the sidewalk, getting the wind knocked out of him instantly. Shit.

He picked himself up and dusted his shirt off, rubbing his chest a bit. Looking down and behind him, he noticed what had tripped him. A root? That's odd...

The ground beneath him shook, the root started to pull itself up more, tearing up chunks of sidewalk as it forced it's way up from below the surface. Leo backed away from the growing root, staring in disbelief as it towered above him in mere seconds.

Then, it all came to a halt. The root stood motionless for what felt like an eternity, but what was most likely just minutes. A strange crackling noise preceded the splitting of wood, as the root was forcefully broken from the inside.

And with a final explosive crackle, the root was opened and the inside was exposed. It was dark inside...

Leo was completely covered in wood debris and trying desperately not to cough or breath in the dust, wiping himself off as best as he could. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, not even to anyone he knew. Though to be fair, he didn't actually know that many people.

A tapping sound startled him out of his thoughts, making him pause and stare into the gaping void in the wood.

A partial view of a face could be seen peering around in the darkness. The face was pale and sickly looking, with no visible mouth. Leo decided that this was not his circus or his monkeys and noped the fuck away from there.

He could hear the pattering of hands and feet against pavement as he sprinted off, and he knew whatever it was that came out of that root was now chasing him.

Glancing back briefly, he immediately regretted that decision and turned back to focus on running faster, tossing the hammers behind him as he went.

The thing was most definitely running on all fours with it's twisted limbs moving in awkward directions. It was like something from The Exorcist. Leo pressed the panic button on his belt and called for assistance. The thing could be heard making a strange gutteral groaning in the background.

It took a long time, but finally, he felt that he had finally lost the creature. Damn, so much for doing something useful today, he thought to himself. He was out of breath and his legs felt like fire, it took all of his remaining strength to not collapse right then and there. Wonky had a tracking device implemented in his belt when he activates the panic button, so he knew that he would be rescued soon.

After double checking the coast was clear, Leo slid down against the alleyway wall and into a sitting position, resting a bit. He noticed the patch of fabric he'd been holding on his shirt was now a light golden hue. Apparently his gloves had fallen off at some point while he was fleeing.

The sky darkened slowly and he felt one of the first drops of rain hit his shoulder. It wasn't long before it was pouring down, soaking his outfit and washing away the sweat that had accumulated on his face and neck. He actually usually liked rain, but the stress from the encounter left him feeling overwhelmed, and the sticky dampness of his soggy clothes did more to exacerbate the situation, leaving him on the verge of tears. He hoped Wonky would find him soon.

[raisin-shell]

Well hello there u sexy bitch!

Ok, so could I request a jealous Raph please? He is crushing on a fem reader and being all mr macho and cocky (how we like him) but as soon as his crush starts getting close to his bro’s, in a friends only kinda way of course, he starts to get all jealous and pouty and eaten up about it.

Either fluff or smut, your choice 🤗

I will leave u to work your magic my kinky sweet pea ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Green Is The Color Of Envy: Or is it Red?

NSFW/SMUT/LANGUAGE/18+ Bayverse Raphael x Fem Reader

Your new found friends couldn’t astound and intrigue you more. How lucky you felt to have such gentleman surrounding you. And not of the human form! All had their finest qualities but none of them compared to Raphael’s cool, smooth finesse of confidence. You snuggled yourself up on the couch hidden deep within their lair beneath the city streets as once again you watched the massive brute lifting his weights.

“Like whatcha see?”

He purred to you as he lifted the bar, both sides filled with manhole covers, effortlessly.

“I can do this all day long baby girl, with you sittin on top of me.”

The deepness of his voice had your panties soaked with warm dampness as you continue to watch with lustful eyes. Those same eyes boring over every solid inch of his perfectly chiseled body. He was eating the attention up like a dog that had been starved. Sweat trickling from his body was left unkept only to please and tease your senses even more. Fuck. He knew good and well what he was doing.

“Whaddaya say sweetheart? Come straddle me and lean up against tha bar.”

You had almost gotten up when a flicker of blue and lime green flashed before your peripheral vision. Your line of sight quickly snapped to the leader in blue, standing upon a closed sewer drain practicing his moves vigorously. You couldn’t help but to watch the magical show of agility, eyes brightening every time he’d catch you watching him and he’d flash you the most glimmering smile. All this completely and abruptly interrupted by the sound of the bar full of weight hitting the floor with a crash.

Your head snapped back towards the massive brute who had a look of dismay on his face as he started pounding towards he and Mikey’s bunk. Questionably you rose from the couch, unsure of what was the matter when the door to his room slammed leaving you outside this burly man’s personal space. Hands placed on your hips in confusion, you knocked on his door with authority.

“Go away”

You could hear his deep voice clearly through the door letting you know he was still against it.

“Raphael Hamato you open this door right now!”

You seethed as your arms crossed now with more agitation than understanding.

The brute let the door crack open slightly.

“Whaddaya want?!”

He snapped harshly as your brows began to rise.

“Excuse me! But you were just lifting weights. I was enjoying the show. Then all of a sudden you storm off in a huff! What gives?”

You slink your way past the crease in the door to enter his room and confront him face to face. Normally this would scare the flying shit out of you but the expression on the massive turtles face was one of complete defeat. The brute slammed the door shut once more, taking a few steps back from you and crossing his own large arms in protest.

“What does Leo got that I don’t got huh?”

He blurted out, refusing to make eye contact with you. It was at this very moment you realized what was wrong.

“Raph… are you… are you jealous?!”

You ask inquisitively as a small smirk curled from both of the corners of your mouth.

“No!! No!! I’m not jealous of fearless! I’m… im not jealous I’m just… I’m not.”

His golden eyes hit the floor as his chest began to heave and you could have sworn you saw his eyes begin to tear up.

You approach him softly placing yourself in front of his massive frame as you looked up at him.

“God gave me eyes to look Raphael. That’s all. He also gave me a heart and that belongs solely to you no matter the eye candy placed in front of me.”

You tried to explain but your disgruntled beast wasn’t having it.

“No. No! You like Leo. I saw tha way ya looked at him. It was tha same as me!”

His bottom lip began to pucker outward with a tremble. The thought of you with his brother completely making a sobbing mess of the largest brother.

“Oh baby. No. Come here. Please?”

Your hands reached up for his face as he turned is head again in protest, this time his sad longing eyes settling on yours.

“I’m not jealous! I just don’t like when you… notice my other brothers. Especially Leo.”

His eyes began to rounden, pooling with tears as your cheeks heated pink in a complete fluster. How? How could someone go from being so cocky and confident to being so self conscious and unsure of himself? It was almost as adorable as it was saddening to you.

“Raph”

You spoke very gently as your hands began to rub and palm the length of his forearms causing them to unlatch themselves and fall heavily to his sides as his head dipped down in defeat.

“You’re perfect in my eyes. Yes I was watching Leo but only for his skills. It’s you who truly makes my panties wet.”

A smile curled from your lips as his eyes lifted and brightened to what he just heard.

“I… make yer panties wet huh?”

His nostrils flared a bit, inhaling the air for your sent and rolling his eyes back into a satisfied close as the sweet smell of your essence hit the air.

“Of course you do. You always have that effect on me… Raphael.”

Hearing his full name leave your lips sent a pulse straight to his cock and even more so to his ego. A deep chuckle ruffled from his nostrils as his eyes remained closed, his mind still wrapping itself around your potent essence forgetting all about his fears of Leonardo. Both golden eyes snap back open burning with fire as he lunged against you firmly, pinning your body snuggly against the firm plates of his chest and the flat coolness of his closed door.

“Ya get wet just watchin’ me?”

He growled against your skin, his thick fingers diving into your hair curled and pulled your head back craning your neck as his bite sank down into your flesh. You moan a desperate yes, both answering his question and praising him for more as he begins to firmly suckle what is his. You had chose to wear a skirt that day thank god for had it been anything else he’d have shredded it. You found your thighs spread comfortably around his waist, the weight of his massive bulge teased and rolled heavily against the slick fabric of your panties, tantalizing your thickened folds. Another desperate gasp left your throat as your hips rolled against him in need. Damn him.

“Oh yeah? Ya want this cock that bad baby girl?”

Oh yes. You did want his cock that bad but dammit did he have to look so damn sexy when he was being so smug? So cocky? So…

“Raph!”

You squealed desperately, biting your bottom lip and gliding your wet petals up and down the length of his engorged cock.

“Can’t you see how bad I need you to fill me? How much I want you to fuck he? Please Raphael? Fuck me proper.”

You knew he wouldn’t resist it, his eyes flashing as the word please left your lips. With one swift movement his arms tucked beneath your legs, post tugging his shorts down just enough to allow his massive rod to bob free. Tucking the soaked fabric to the side, he allowed his thick bulbous head to roll and glide through the glossy thickness of your folds until he was completely coated with your excitement. He lined himself up with your tiny entrance and slowly inch by inch stretched you open. His eyes remained on you, chuckling darkly as your mouth pursed into a silent moan as he slowly filled you to the brim.

No matter how many times you had sex with this man, it always felt so deliciously overwhelming upon his initial entry and even more so as time would go on. A cry cracked through your moan as you felt him bottom out, his head swelling to twice it’s normal size budding at your cervix in the best way. God he made you feel so full. He reached every spot, every time. Your eyes flutter open to look at him. He’s got a curious grin on his face as he retracts himself fully leaving you breathless. Your eyes snap back shut again and your fingers begin to curl into the thick pebbled skin of his shoulders.

He spreads your legs further against the door as his hips snap up into you, your head flying backwards as your moan cries to the ceiling. His thick hardness is striking your g spot making you see stars on the back of your eye lids and causing your legs to jolt to the sensation.

“Leo could never fuck ya like this. I know just how rough ya like it.”

He chuckled darkly as his hips began to snap harder and your back tried to crane into his powerful juts. His cock was sliding into you easily now, hitting the firmed band that was quickly beginning to come unraveled. The brute pulled your body from the door, holding you upright and letting your weight fall onto his advances as the band deep within your belly snapped and wave after wave of ecstasy began to snap through your body. The brute allowed your back to arch as he to plunged in deeply, allowing himself to bury his cock inside you. A low churr escaped him as he released rope after rope of his hot thick seed, filling you to the brim with that same cocky smile on his face.

Once you had caught your breath and came back to your senses, you wrapped your arms around your beau lovingly and let your lips land softly against his.

“See? You have nothing to worry about.”

You coo with a genuine grin as your cocky beast cups your cheek drawing you in for a deep kiss.

[fruitcoops]

hi!! so you’ve done leo getting hurt during the greyback game and Finn getting hurt during a Tampa game, so I was wondering if you could do Logan getting hurt and then the aftermath of that? thank you!!!

Oh, Tremzy, how I love you. Character credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for minor injury, blood, fight

Logan Tremblay did not back down from a fight. Especially not one that dropped itself so nicely into his lap.

“Bitchass motherfucker,” he snarled, jamming his elbow into Hanes’ gut as they grappled. Hanes had three inches on him but was built like a twig—one solid shoulder jam into his sternum, and Logan heard his breath rush out around a grunt.

His own helmet was long gone and the whistle warnings blasted sharp in his ears; a set of hands locked onto his upper arms and began dragging him away. “That’s enough, Tremblay,” the ref barked. “Hanes, you better not—”

Logan didn’t hear the full warning, because his vision went dark.

The blinding pain hit before the spots in his eyes fully cleared. Something warm was gushing down his numb lips and chin. Logan tasted metal, and raised a clumsy hand to check until his knees gave out under him and the ref had to haul him upright a second time. “Oh, shit,” he said thickly, blinking down at the crimson drips on his jersey.

People were shouting. Nothing good came from people shouting, as a general rule. A blurry face swam into view and he nearly went crosseyed trying to focus. “Lo? Lo, hey, look at me.”

“Hey, Harzy,” he managed as he stumbled to his feet and immediately listed forward into Finn’s arms. “Woah.”

“Oh—Jesus, Leo,” Finn muttered. Logan squinted to follow his line of sight and whistled lowly when he found the intended target. Sometimes, he forgot how strong Leo was. How those broad shoulders filled out his goalie pads like he was born for it, how his long legs could take him across the ice in a few strides, how one ungloved hand could easily hold a grown man by the scruff of his jersey and drag him to the nearest ref. He even gave Hanes a light shake when he tried to squirm free.

“That’s hot,” Logan said approvingly. The rink had started to spin a little. His face felt like it was on absolute fucking fire. “Harzy?”

“Yeah?”

“My mouth tastes weird.”

Finn cursed again under his breath and tugged his sleeve down, then pressed it beneath Logan’s nose in a familiar routine. It was their own little dance they had been doing for eight years, now—Logan fights, Logan bleeds, Finn soaks up the blood, Finn looks after him for the next day or two with the occasional affectionate “idiot” thrown in as compensation.

“Did he hit me?” Logan asked as they shuffled toward the bench.

“Headbutt, the motherfucker.”

Logan attempted a grin; from the look on Finn’s face, it came out as more of a grimace. “Hey, that’s what I called him. Did you know helmets are really fuckin’ hard?”

“Yeah, baby, I did.”

“Did I win the fight?”

“Mhmm.”

“Is my nose broken?”

Finn sighed. “For your sake, I hope not. Hey, Layla.”

“Logan Tremblay,” she huffed with a shake of her head. Logan had never heard his name used as an insult before. “C’mon, concussion check.”

“I feel dizzy,” he agreed, allowing Finn to transfer his weight to her shoulders like Logan was a ragdoll. “Layla, I can still taste blood.”

“That does not surprise me, bud,” she half-laughed. “Pain level on a scale of one to ten?”

“Eight. You ever had someone shove un piment up your nose?”

“A what?”

“Un piment.” Logan’s ankles wobbled for a moment before he righted himself. “Desolé. Ah, it’s the tiny, spicy vegetable? Tastes like hell.”

“Chili peppers?”

“Ouais.” He tried to smile and instantly regretted it as the diagonal lines returned to his vision. “This feels like someone put a lot of chili peppers in my face and I would really like to be unconscious right now.”

“Not on my watch.”

His adrenaline was fading fast, along with the delirious confusion. Logan was quite unkindly informed that both of those feelings had acted as a pad and distraction for the, frankly, excruciating pain that radiated all the way from the back of his throat to his forehead. “Oh, fuck.”

Layla stopped walking. Through the blur of involuntary tears, Logan could see the concern flooding her features. “Logan? Hey, eyes on me. What’s going on?”

“I can feel it,” he forced out through gritted teeth, though the clenching of his jaw only made the throbbing worse. “Fucking shit motherfucker—oh, that is so much worse.”

“That’s broken,” she said, almost to herself. “Okay, ten more feet and we’ll be in my office. Take it nice and slow.”

Logan blew out an unsteady exhale, then nodded as best he could. Calm thoughts, he reminded himself. Calm thoughts.

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“Who is it?”

“Just us.”

“I need cuddles and at least two kisses, s’il vous plaît.”

The squeaky sneaker footsteps picked up the pace and Logan smiled, cracking an eye open when they halted by his bedside. Leo raised an unimpressed brow. “You broke yourself?”

“He broke me,” Logan corrected, accepting Finn’s gentle kiss and reveling the butterflies that came with it. “And then you did something about it, so we’re good.”

“Concussion?”

“Just the nose.” He made kissy noises until Leo finally bent and brushed their lips together, skimming his thumb over Logan’s jaw. “I can’t feel my upper lip en ce moment, so I’m sorry if my kisses aren’t up to par.”

Leo frowned slightly when he pulled back. “You’ve got a little split in it.”

“Mmm. Not the first time. Cuddles?”

“Layla said we have to be gentle,” Finn informed him, tucking himself along Logan’s left side. “But I think this is an essential part of the healing process.”

“Ouais.” Logan leaned his head on one angular collarbone and held out his free arm with an expectant look; for all his fussing, Leo didn’t hesitate before claiming his place and resting a hand over Logan’s stomach. “Stop worrying, Knutty, mon dieu.”

Leo made a disgruntled noise into the bend of his neck, then left a small kiss there. “You’re broken. Of course I’m worried. How’s your pain?”

“I got ice and the good stuff. Can’t feel a thing.” That was a bit of a lie—he could still feel his pulse all throughout the bridge of his nose and into his back teeth, but Leo didn’t need to know that. It was manageable. There was no reason for anyone to worry more than they clearly were. Logan tilted his head to the side and let his eyes fall shut again, snuggling into Leo’s damp curls while Finn looped their fingers together.

He felt Finn’s chest buzz with a hum. “We got your stuff together, by the way.”

“Didn’t even think about that,” Logan mused. The freckle just above Leo’s eyebrow was looking far too lonely for his liking, and he pressed a light kiss to it. “Hey, Peanut, I saw your fight.”

“What fight?”

“Hanes.”

“Didn’t fight ‘im,” Leo mumbled, rubbing the side of his face on Logan’s shoulder.

“No, you just dragged his ass halfway across the ice,” Finn teased.

A small, pleased smile curled over Leo’s lips. “His skates stayed on the ice the whole time. He was fine.”

“Mauled his ego, but other than that…” Finn trailed off as the three of them dissolved into laughter. Logan tried to breathe in through his nose on instinct and winced. Both Finn and Leo went still. “Lo, you good?”

“Je vais bien,” he groaned with a light smack to the back of Finn’s head. “I told you to stop worrying.”

“We’re your boyfriends, it’s our job!”

Logan huffed. Stubborn. So rude. “I’m not made of glass.”

“Then you get to carry your own bag back to the car,” Leo teased. He patted Logan gently on the chest and sat up, leaving his side cold; his brows pitched. “God, you two are so cute.”

“We try.” Finn stretched until his feet fell over the end of the PT table, then pushed himself upright despite Logan’s noise of protest. “Let’s go, Tremblay, you need a shower and I need a snack.”

“Layla has snacks,” Logan grumbled, even as he hauled himself into a sitting position and blinked to clear the fizzy spots in his vision. “She’d share.”

Leo crinkled his nose. “Layla has healthy snacks.”

“And butterscotch.”

“Grandma candy?”

Logan raised his hands in a gesture of peace. “Sometimes it’s good.”

Finn and Leo each went to wrap an arm around his lower back before Logan batted them away, rolling his eyes. Two boyfriends, and both possessed by my mother. His jersey was a lost cause—even a few rounds of washing wouldn’t get those bloodstains out—but his pads were in a neat pile that made it easy to tuck into his duffel. Despite Leo’s earlier words, Logan barely got a hand on the straps before it was snatched away. He scowled, but Leo just smiled sweetly.

Finn sidled up to him the second they made it into the hallway and looped an arm around Logan’s waist with a comforting squeeze to his hip. Logan sighed through his nose despite the awkward whistling noise that followed. “Harzy…”

“What?”

“I can walk. I don’t need help.”

“See, I don’t think you understand the point of having two boyfriends,” Finn said. Logan quirked a brow; Finn knocked their temples together lightly. “It’s not about needing anything. You get to let us help.”

Logan narrowed his eyes. “I don’t want to.”

“Well, that’s the point of me having two boyfriends.” He turned a sunny smile on Logan and kissed the tip of his bruised, battered nose. “I get to help you whenever I want and let Knutty do the hard work.”