#and give Foxy a cool pirate belt

[playhousemassacrez]

Thinking about the OGs.....

I mean look at them...... my baes....

Look at how goofy and cute Bonnie looks (but that bowtie bro 😭 wtf is that mess???)

Look at how cute and fierce Chica looks

Look at how hot and handsome Freddy is

Look at how sexy and mischievous Foxy looks

I love them a lot and I miss them terribly cuz they were my peak of FNaF in 2014 for some odd reason 🤷‍♀️

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

Chance Meetings

Chapter Eight

Turtles and Reader

Leo had slept next to you entangled in each other arms until the morning sun started to peak over the horizon. You felt him shift under the blankets and hook his arm under you sliding you under his weight. Not wanting to give the cocky turtle the satisfaction you pretended to be a sleep ignoring the pressure of his immense weight bearing down on you.

“You want to play that game?” he rumbled mischievously leaning down sinking his teeth into your collar bone eliciting a yelp from you.  

Your eyes snap open glaring up at blue banded turtle blowing a puff of hot air out of your nose. Seeing him above you with that sexy coy smile he liked to give you made the scowl you were wearing melt. Leo was practically lying on top of you and you could feel his semi hard manhood resting on your leg making you blush remembering last night’s events. The dull ache in your lower regions reminded you of how many times you both enjoyed each other’s bodies before you both passed out from exhaustion. You’re mouth suddenly felt like someone had dumped the Sahara desert in your mouth.

You noticed the red and purple hues of the impending sunrise laugh at the chance of having Leo one more time before work. He noticed your disappointment as you stared out into the morning sky and chuckled a bit leaning down floating his mouth just over yours, his breath still sweet as it was last night. How the fuck did he not having morning breath? You were sure yours radiated a foul stench of dirty pirate and hot garbage.

“I have to go, a ninja needs the shadows to move safely through the city and those shadows are dwindling with the morning sun.” before you could say anything in rebuttal Leo pressed down stealing a quick but zealous kiss and removed his muscled frame from your bed.  

As he bent down to retrieve his pants you got a good view of his ass that was always hidden under clothes and his hard shell. Round and firm, you withheld the nearly impossible urge to reach out and grab it pulling him to you so you could take a bite. The clink of his belt being secured brought you back to reality and he turned to face you again.

“Are you coming down tonight after work? “

Sitting up in the bed letting the sheet fall from your body you nodded, giving him a little show before he hopped out your window. You watched Leo’s mouth open slightly and his pupils dilate at the site of your bare breasts and you could have sworn you saw his cheeks darken.

In a blur he leapt forward his nimble mouth latching onto one of your nipples making you gasp at the sudden sensation. His muscled arms edged around your waist connecting your body with his, feeling the rough texture of his scared up plastron against your sensitive flesh. A tidal wave of goosebumps rushed over your skin in response.

As much as you wanted to continue with this exciting turn of events you noticed the light creeping through the windows. “Le…owwww! Not too hard you tease! You better get going; I don’t want you in danger because of me.”  

With a frustrated huff Leo relinquished the spit slicked peek and backed off the bed and headed towards the window. Adjusting his budding erection in his pants Leo pulled the glass open and took one more look back at you. With a wink he jumped out and over the fire escape to the ground below.

“Show off.” You mumbled as you flopped back on the bed hoping to get another hour of shut eye before your alarm went off. But you weren’t that lucky, after 20 minutes of tossing and turning you drug yourself from bed. A warm sensation rolled down your leg making your stop in your tracks. Heat hit your face as blood rushed upwards, you were feeling Leonardo’s seed spill from you making a mad dash for the carpet below.  A throb of desire raced to your belly and hopped back in the shower to rinse your nocturnal romp from your body. It was going to be a log day at work.

Leo managed to get back home before the sun rose above the horizon, thankfully you didn’t live too far from their lair, a 10 minute roof top hike was all it took. As he snuck back into the dark lair he came to a halt when a large body blocked the stairs to his room.

“I can smell her on you.” The low rumble of Raphael announced his hothead brother as he leaned forward making eye contact with his fearless leader.

Leo didn’t say anything side stepping his brute of a brother and took the stairs to his part of the lair two steps at a time. Leo knew better to think that Raphael would leave it alone so when he found him planted in front of him when he sat down on his bed he started to preen the bonsai tree on his night stand. He refused to look up at the prying turtle but knew Raph wasn’t going to be ignored.

With true ninja speed the preening clippers were extracted from Leo’s grasp and were palmed in Raph’s hand. Letting out a sigh Leo tiled his head up and raised an eye ridge. “What do you want?”

The hothead shifted on his feet suddenly looking a bit anxious, which was out of character for his younger brother.

“You… you fuck her?”

Leo nearly shot up from his bed but remained seated not wanting to make a scene so early in the morning, “Shell Raph! That’s none of your business is it?”

Raphael switched his weight to his other foot and cast his eyes to the ground beneath him, “Yeah, yeah I guess you’re right, it’s just she smells so fuckin good and her scent is all over ya. Um…sorry.” Fiddling with the sheers in his fingers a few moments longer Raph returned them back to Leo’s hands and left in a huff.

So he wasn’t the only one who could smell the pheromones you put out? Interesting.

The rest of the day went smoothly around the lair after Leo had taken a shower washing your scent from him.  Raphael didn’t bring up the subject again, but Leo would notice Donnie and Mikey eyeing him occasionally throughout the day, their amused eyes following him about his day. Even Master Splinter gave him a lopsided grin but didn’t vocalize anything. Did they know he had lost his virginity?

Leo had managed to meditate for a full 3 hours and then made himself and Master Splinter some fresh tea. Lounging in their half circle chairs he sipped the cooling tea keeping a keen eye on the clock and listening to his little brother play the drum set. Leo had to admit Mikey was getting better; he was keeping up with the metronome that kept the beat beside him. He could even see the orange banded turtle close his eyes lost in the music he played along with.  

As 5 o’clock rolled around Leo began watching the lairs main entrance anticipating for your arrival. An uneasy feeling crept over him when 5:30pm came and went; you were usually there within 15 minutes of getting off work. Maybe you just had to work a little late.

When 6pm ticked by, all four of the turtles stared nervously at the entrance, something wasn’t right. You would call if you were running this far behind. Donnie was about to call you when his com rung, the song “Foxy Lady” by Jimmy Hendrix sounded from his shoulder com. Embarrassed the tall turtle fumbled for the receiver and answered the call, “Yes Chief Vincent?”

They could hear her mumbled tone through the small speaker pressed to Donnie ear slit but couldn’t make out what she was saying. But by the higher pitch of tone she was using it couldn’t be good.

“No Rebecca, she isn’t here? She was supposed to be here after work but she hasn’t shown up yet, it’s not like her. I was about to call her when you rang.”

Leo’s stomach knotted instantly at those words, why was Chief Vincent looking for you?  

Donnie’s face morphed from his easy going composer to a look of sheer panic. “They were part of what?! And two of them escaped?!” His wide brown eyes found his anxious brothers who waited with baited breath. “Yes we know most of their hang outs, we’ll start looking…..you can’t find the other woman either? Yes we’ll be discreet. We’ll keep you updated and please do the same.” With a flick of his wrist the call was ended and they were on him in a second.

“What was that about? What’s going on? Why are the police looking for Y/N?” Leo was frantic grabbing his genus brother by the shoulders so he had his full attention. Donnie met his eyes and leo saw his adams apple bob with a heavy swallow.

“Those three goons in the alleyway that Y/N stopped from raping that woman….. two of them escaped today and the third was caught mid break.  The police learned a piece of information from one of their cellmates; they’re part of the purple dragons. Rebecca told me when they were identifying the three men one of them threatened that when he got out he would find them and finish what they started. They wanted Y/N and the other woman to know of the jail break so they could be extra careful. And well….. neither are answering their phones and Rebecca sent officers to their apartments to deliver the news in person but no one was home.”

Before Donnie could finish all three of his brothers were at the weapons wall gathering what they needed.

“She wants us to check the east side, all of their usual hangouts, even Doc 3 by the abandoned canning plant. She’s sending the units that are aware of our presence as back up and the rest will be sent to the rest of their known hangouts.” Donnie grabbed his bo staff from his desk and they darted for the door.

“Bring her back to us.” They heard Master Splinter call as the four mutant turtles vanished out into the tunnels.

It was hour four and still nothing, each dive bar and warehouse they searched was vacant with no sign of any purple dragon thugs. Raph had hoped they would have run into at least a few thugs so he could burn off some of this anxiety. He was starting to get itchy from the lack of action. Donnie was currently trying your phone for the 56th time but now it was going straight to voicemail.

Leo was going crazy; each purple dragon roof they leapt from made his heart sink even further. They had, had you for over four hours now; there was a lot a gang of low lifes could do to two women in four hours. He tried his best to keep his rampant imagination at bay, you could fight he kept repeating to hismelf. They had been training you and you were pretty damn good for someone who just started her journey with ninjutsu a little over a year ago.  He was proud seeing you accelerate at such a fast pace, so you could very well be alright.

Their last stop was Doc 3 an old forgotten pier on the east side. The canning plant had been shut up for 10 years and left to decay in the ocean air. Rotting dock boards and broken fishing equipment decorated the eerie atmosphere perfectly. Even the thick fog rolling in from the ocean gave it a horror movie feel.  It was perfect for a gang hide out.

Silently they made their way to the old plant scaling the splintered wood siding with ease. They had been there so any times they knew where to step on the old roof to keep it from making a sound alerting anyone to their presence. On the far side of the roof was a large skylight lit up from the inside. There was activity here which gave them a little hope. They just hoped they had gotten there in time.

Moving without a sound the four turtles approached the glass skylight making sure not to be noticed and peered over looking for any sign of you and the other woman. To their surprise they saw several unconscious bodies littering the floor. There had been or was currently a fight going on down below.

Shifting a little more to see further into the canning plant Leo felt his heart jump into his throat, there you were standing in front of the woman you had saved in the alleyway, protecting her once again. The woman looked relatively unharmed aside from her shirt being ripped and a deep cut across her cheek, but you, the sight of your current state made him growl, the deadly sound bubbling up from his diaphragm.

All three of his brothers looked strangely at their eldest; the sound that had just come from his throat was uncharacteristic of his calm and collected demeanor. Usually that kind threatening rumble came from Raphael.

Following their leader’s intense gaze they saw why he had growled, you were there a human shield holding what looked like an old machete and it was dripping with blood. The hair that was usually pulled back in a loose ponytail was disheveled and caked with dirt and blood, hopefully not yours. Your clothes were dirty and torn exposing inappropriate amounts of your body and the shiner you were now sporting looked painful. Each limb including your bottom lip was covered in gashes and cuts oozing with crimson, fared angry and red.

The air was heavy with violence, their breath raged and seething. Each turtle gripped the hilts of their weapons making the leather under their palms creek from the immense pressure. God help them if they violated you because if they did, none of them would make it out alive.

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