#rise turtles x reader smut

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Okay, going off of your rise Leo headcanons, how would he react if the reader were to reveal they’ve never had the big o in any capacity? Not through themselves or through others? imo I think he’d consider it a travesty

He Realizes You’ve Never Had An Orgasm (Suggestive/Cracky?)

Rise!Leonardo x reader

A/N: Following my Random Headcanons About Leonardo (18+) and my First Time Headcanons (18+), this takes place several months before Leo admits his feelings to the reader. Hope this was what you were looking for💙

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Talk of orgasms, talk of sex, talk of masturbation, implied sex.

Leo was - at a lack for better words - absolutely fucking shocked. He would sit up straight on the couch, staring at you with his mouth hanging open, looking offended for some reason. For what reason you didn’t fully understand. He still hadn't even tried having his dick in you, so why on earth would he be offended? Not that he hadn’t tried. Just while sitting on your couch for a few hours, he had already been hitting on you several times, hinting STRONGLY at him wanting to, promising you he would give you a good time. That was when you finally told him that no one had ever been able to make you orgasm, so you had a very hard time believing that he would be any different… Maybe that was why he was acting so offended…

Then Leo - feeling no shame - would even have the guts to ask you, why you haven’t had an orgasm yet, suddenly looking much less offended, but instead very worried. Like you had just told him that you would die in a few months, and there was nothing that he could do about it.

“How the hell would I know?”, you said after letting him know how rude that kind of question could be for some people. He was just lucky that you saw him as a friend. “Because people keep saying so much but never living up to it?”

“Well, not everyone can be as good as me. That’s simply not possible”, Leo said, becoming his usually cocky self. “But at least you’ve had the pleasure of an orgasm from your own hand. Not my favorite, but certainly better than none at all”. But when met with silence from you, and when you suddenly avoided looking at him, instead taking a sip of your drink, Leo sat up straight, looking much more shocked than before, screaming - still with no shame - at the top of his lungs; “YOU HAVE NEVER MADE YOURSELF ORGASM?!”

The rest of the evening you could hear him mumble things along the lines of; "I can't believe you've never had an orgasm. Are you sure you're okay?"

For the next two months, Leo would follow every pick up line up with a comment, on how he was going to rock your world with your first orgasm, at times even giving you a long list of ways he would do it, getting more and more shamless with each point.

That didn’t get him anywhere with you, but he would bring it up every once in a while, as he was hoping that he could tempt you in some way. Instead you would roll your eyes at him and keep dreaming.

But in the end, Leo would be the one to give you your first orgasm, after he finally decided to drop the fuck boy attitude, and finally reveal his true feelings for you. But not only would Leo give you your first orgasm, but he also proved to you that he indeed was capable of everything he had been telling you for so long.

[fishsticksloser]

That episode where raph goes feral bc he was lonely how would it play out with his s/o, like he becomes territorial,it can be fluff or spicy whichever one you're comfortable with.

Prize

F!Raph x gn!reader

Warnings: smut, feral Raph, p in, biting and claws, a little rough, turtle noises?, swearing, would this be a predator/prey thing...?, Raph focused piece

A/N: My sister wanted Raph to make turtle noises, so turtle noises there will be. Figured it would be best with feral Raph. This is kinda short so I apologize. :)

Raph had been left alone again. Not purposely of course, but he was separated from his team. The team said that he'd been lost for at least a few days, they weren't sure. Because of Raph's feral behavior, you and his brothers were the one sent out to find him. Going through the old bunker levels and tunnels that had been collapsed before Raph was able to move the rubble, you could hear hissing and growling.

Raphael turned his head toward your approaching footsteps, he tilted his head slightly; a confused expression on the broad face. His large tail swished, the spikes along the side of his tail were pointed directly at you. The feral tone in his voice did not seem to be welcoming of your visit.

"Hey, big guy..." You smile softly, kneeling a little ways away from him. You didn't want to alert him, you didn't want him to mistake you for a threat. You watched him smell the air, seeming to somewhat recognize your scent. The low rumble of his growls turned into quiet chuffs.

Raphael slowly crept towards you, his tail continuing to sway as he examined the surroundings. His claws dig into the dirt of the tunnel, his mouth opened slightly. A low rumble emitting from his chest, his eyes locked onto you asking an unspoken question. What were you doing here?

"Raphael?" You whisper, sitting down on the ground for him. You hold your hand out for him to get a better smell. "Do you remember who I am?"

Raphael looked at you, tilting his head in confusion at the words you said. He was able to recognize your scent, but he wasn't able to understand the words you spoke. He took a step closer, his claws digging deeper into the dirt as he began to examine you. Your scent was familiar, but Raph couldn't remember exactly who you were to him.

"Mate... I'm your mate, Raph." You explain softly, feeling him press his beak to your hand. "Mate... Your partner." You continue, wanting him to recognize you as his person, his lover.

A low rumble comes from his chest, the muscles in his shoulders flex as he tilts his head once more. This was his mate, his partner. Raphael began to sniff and circle you, his claws tearing up the land as he moved.

"That's right, big guy. Yours..." You whisper, moving to gently cup the side of his face.

Raphael moves closer, pushing you onto your back as he continues to sniff, lick, and nip at you. His body is practically hovering over you as he examined his lost lover. Raph lowers more of his weight onto you, he's trying to show his affection.

"Hey, big guy..." You smile as he starts to nuzzle your neck. He chuffs and sniffs against your skin, his claws tearing at your clothes. You'd never dealt with Raph after he'd been feral for so long, maybe it was normal? "You... Want them off?"

Raph chuffs in reply, continuing to tear at your clothes with his claws. But his teeth soon joined, tossing the tattered clothes aside. He presses his beak to your stomach, a low rumble filling the air again as he churrs. You gently pet his head, but Raph suddenly pulls you close, growling loudly.

"Oh shit…" You hear Leo say and more footsteps move closer. Raph's growls get louder as he pulls you closer. You were his mate - his. He had claimed his prize, he wasn't planning on sharing. "Raph, buddy…"

"I'm okay, get out of here before he rips your heads off." You huff at his brothers. They were reluctant due to how Raph was acting, but you assured them that you were okay and they quickly made their escape. "All yours, Raph." You sigh as his growls become chuffs again. His tail swished vigorously, still prepared to fight for what was his.

He wanted more... More love, more affection, more...

"You're okay, big guy... No one else is here, I'm all yours." You try to reassure as he moves to chuff against your thigh. You were his and he was taking you. His tough tongue licks along your body, you were his.

Raphael continues to lick along your thighs, his tongue flicking and tasting. His tongue felt like sandpaper, it was an odd sensation, but Raph made it enjoyable nonetheless. He seemed so eager to please and love, his warm breath fanning over your skin. His large hands gripped your legs, moving them further apart. He wanted more, he wanted it badly.

He slowly made his way back up your body, sniffing, chuffing, licking. You gently touch him, not wanting to overwhelm or anger him. He gently pushed you over, making you lay on your stomach. Raphael began to press more of his weight against you as he slowly mounted you. You gasp, your hips slightly lifting at the intrusion. His claws dig deeper into the dirt, sniffing and licking every part of you he could reach. Raph was still on guard, prepared to fight any intruder or rival that came near you.

Raphael began to slowly thrust, making sure that every movement was slow and steady in order to please you. His broad body remained on top of you, slowly gliding in and out. His snout nuzzles the back of your head, his large hands gripping your hips tightly.

You were his. There would never be another. He would mark you, keep you safe, loving you in a way no one else ever could.

Raphael continued to make slow and deep thrusts, wanting to make sure you felt his affection. He didn't want to go too quickly in fear of hurting you. His snout presses into your neck, making sure you felt every thrust. Chuffs and moans filled the air, echoing throughout the tunnel. Raph was pleased, this was what he wanted. To protect and love you. With the chuffs echoing along with his heavy breathing, and with every small sound you made, Raphael could tell he was doing something right. He was using everything to claim you as his.

Raph took his time, ensuring that you felt every moment of his love. Every time you made a noise, he felt proud of himself. He felt like a king and having his partner right there with him. With a hard moan, Raphael pressed his hips against you harder. His warm breath like a blanket on top of you, it was a welcoming sensation. He continued to pump slowly, using every bit of his form to please you.

A low rumble echoes around you as Raph quickens his pace. He was getting closer, the chuffs becoming shorter and faster at the same rate of this thrusts. His breathing becomes more erratic, his hand grips your hips tighter. His claws digging into your skin a little. He was so close, just a little bit more. He wasn't going to be able to contain himself much longer.

Raphael's pace began to pick up, he was at his limit. He couldn't contain himself anymore. He began to pump even deeper, even faster. His breath became more frequent as he neared completion. His tail slowly swayed back and forth as he pumped even harder.

Raphael could feel you climax, he increased his pace by just a little bit. His large hand held you tight, he wanted to show you how much he wanted you. His sharp teeth dug deeper into you shoulder, growling deeply.

He could feel himself losing control. He was losing focus, all he was seeing was you. His mate.

Raphael continued to pump, feeling the pleasure of your soft body. His breathing became more erratic — the muscles along his broad back flexed as he slowly picked up his pace.

Raphael could feel the release start to happen. All he could feel was the sensation of your soft flesh, your gentle whimpers. The snapping turtle mutant let out a primal growl as his hips slammed against your ass, pushing himself even deeper inside you. Raphael's breath became more shallow. His churrs filled the air as his hot seed filled you, slowly dripping down your thighs.

Raph began to slow his pace as he finally finished, his large body was twitching and trembling as the adrenaline finally started to fade. His claws loosened their grip and he moved his mouth off your shoulder With a slight chuff, Raph lifted off of you.

He proud. He had done it, this was his mate.

Raphael laid next to you, his large form seemed so content and at ease as he rested on his back. His large head resting on your back, his thumb gently caressing your soft skin as he started to come back to his true self.

[truffle-draws-turtles]

"Do not cling to hope, for within its fragile refuge, the darkness lies in wait, ready to drag you down into the abyss."

Future Donnie - fanfiction - an exception

Find the first part on Wattpad and AO3

Smut as fuck, no beta, obsessively written within 8 weeks, insanity and grammar. You know what you're getting yourself into.

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The turtles you find on my site are all aged up, unless they are turtle tots (obviously)

This picture is an exception. Why and how I turned it into a cover ⬇️

A few days ago, I was talking to a friend who is a designer and an incredibly theoretical, forward-thinking person. He had told me about his studies, about image composition, which images were discussed in the lectures etc etc.

It was very interesting because I draw completely intuitively myself. I don't think and mostly don't have a "background story" in my head - I'm very happy to leave the interpretations to the viewer.

Exception example: when I draw scenes from my fanfiction(s). Then, of course, EVERYTHING in my mind is full of the story and I have deviating difficulties expressing it visually, would prefer to draw the story as a comic and so on.

Until today I came up with the idea (very spontaneously) of including "narrative details". Of course I had already done this subconsciously in my art works before, but today I had this relationship of two beings in mind who only want the best and yet are (apparently?) doomed to fail.

And I am somehow very pleased with the outcome. So I made it the cover of the third (and final part) of my series.

So... yeah... Thanks for reading this far, I guess? ;D

[pandulce135]

Manmade Machine (Donatello x Reader Smut)

Note: I had the thought "Hah, what if Donnie watched the reader get fucked with his own fuck machine?" and so i wrote it. This is the first smut I've ever written, and I really haven't been able to write anything creatively for the past few months. Please go easy on me and enjoy!

Warnings: Smut (18+ only please!), aged up characters, blindfold, restraint, fuck machine, hardly proofread

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Your moans filled the space as the silicone slid in and out of you with wet slaps. On all fours, your ass was in the air and jiggling with each thrust of the machine. Beneath your sweating skin was a cool metal that your chest laid flat against. You moved to release the weight on your chest only for your wrists to tug on the restraints that held your hands in place. 

Another moan escaped just as you accepted your fate of being fucked relentlessly by the machine behind you, the dildo hitting just right. 

You didn’t anticipate for this to happen, but when Donnie had sent a text where he expressed his excitement over finishing his big project, you had to go see it. You didn’t know that this machine was that big project. So when you walked into a near empty lair, you made your way to Donnie’s lab only to get a quick peek at the machine before a blindfold took over your vision. 

“Right on time,” his words tickled your neck with a husky whisper as he tightened the blindfold on your head. His lips found their place on your neck, latching onto it. His three fingered hands holding your waist, traveling down to your hips then traveling back up to your front to fondle your breasts. 

You let out a gasp. “Donnie!” It was breathy, and only stirred him on, especially when your hands reached up to rake your fingernails against his cool scaly skin. You continued to feel his hands through your clothing, touching you, holding you as if you were a precious doll. His hands still moved eagerly to feel you though, sliding up and down from your breasts to your ass as his lips continued to make themselves at home on your neck. 

You were going to have hickeys there, you both knew it. 

His hands finally began to lift the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head to expose your bra. Warm lips reattached themselves to your skin as you felt his cold hands undo the clasps with expert fingers. It slid down your arms and to the floor. The cold air made you gasp and you felt your nipples harden, sensitive to the cold. The tingle that came from your nipples mirrored the same sensation you felt between your legs. Your panties were soaked and your cunt was looking for anything that can provide release. You pressed your thighs together. 

Donnie let out a chuckle at your movements, still tickling your ear with a breath of warm air. A shiver ran down your spine as one of his three finger hands found the small of your back, guiding you forward with a gentle push. He was guiding you to the machine and you felt your cunt throb, aching for something to satisfy its intense need. 

He led you to the table the machine sat on, your ass leaning against the cool metal as his lips latched themselves to your hardened nipples. You let out a moan and your hands moved to hold his head to your chest. As soon as you moved, his hands caught your wrists and held them as he continued to suck and nip at the cold and sensitive flesh. 

“You’re so good, but don’t touch, just accept,” he said, his voice just as low as before.

You nodded, a quiet “okay” escaping your lips.

If you weren’t soaked through before, you definitely were now. As his tongue and teeth continued to play with your nipples, he moved your hands to hold on to your wrists with only one of his. When his other hand returned, you felt a fabric beginning to make its way around your wrists. You let out a breathy moan. He knew exactly what to do for you. 

With his hands now free, he began to caress your body again, running them up your sides, cupping your chest, squeezing your breasts before lowering them to your thighs, squeezing them. Another soft moan left your lips as his hands dragged dangerously close to your core, only to move away again. This time, they landed on your hips, guiding you to stand up again. You felt his hands on your stomach before they lowered to the button of your jeans. He lowered them slowly, eyeing the dark spot on your panties as he helped you out of them. 

“Someone’s excited,” he chuckled. He took the opportunity to grab your ass and play with it in his hands. 

“Please, Donnie,” you whimpered out, his hands still teasing you. He wasn’t touching you where you needed him just yet. 

“What?” You could hear the smug smirk in his voice. “I couldn’t hear you.” His hands traveled close to the wet spot and you held your breath in anticipation to be pleased, only for them to move back to your ass. 

“Touch me, Donnie,” you whined. You couldn’t hold yourself back as your hips thrusted forward, hoping to reach something to grind against, but you were met with cold air. 

Donnie chuckled, the hot air of his breath blowing against your stomach. “Oh, but I am touching you, dearest.” He pinched one of your legs, making you let out another whine. 

“You know what I mean!” You tried to rub your thighs together again, only to have them pulled apart by his strong hands. 

“You’re going to have to be more specific.” You felt his hot breath on your left thigh, right at the waistband of your panties. You whined again. 

“Touch my clit! Fuck me! Do whatever, just please don’t torture me like this anymore!” You pleaded, throwing your head back. 

Donatello found this amusing and oh-so beautiful. Watching as you squirmed under his teasing touches and as your skin glistened with sweat. Your panties were nearly soaked through, it was almost admirable. He looked up at you from his crouched position in front of you. You were stunning. 

You felt his fingers loop around the waistband on your panties. “As you wish,” he whispered onto your cunt. The sudden air made you groan just as he pulled down your panties. The wet spot stuck to your clit for just a second longer than the rest. Donatello was mesmerized as he lowered the panties slowly enough for there to be a string of your arousal connecting you to your clothing. 

It only took a few seconds for him to refocus on the task at hand and drag his finger through your juices. You let out a loud moan at the sudden contact and felt your knees begin to wobble as he flicked your clit. He leaned you back onto the table and wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep them spread apart as he tongue dove into you. Your breaths began to come out ragged as you felt his tongue swipe at your clit. 

“Yes, yes- Donnie,” you moaned as he consumed you. He licked up your juices eagerly, like your cunt was the last source of water on the planet. Like this was the way to divinity, and you were the goddess. He loved how you tasted- so sweet, so delicious. 

Donnie pulled away and you nearly cried at the lack of his warmth from your clit. Only a few seconds later and a large finger plunged into you, making you throw your head back as you let out a long moan. He stood up, pumping his finger in and out of you as he grabbed your chin to force you to face him. You felt his lips crash into yours in a sloppy, wet kiss. You tasted yourself on his lips and tongue and you couldn’t stop another moan from getting tangled into the kiss. 

That’s when he began to lean you back onto the table. His finger still fucking you and his lips still attached to yours. The cool metal made you flinch and lean forward into Donnie’s plastron. He let out a chuckle before pushing you down so your back was against the table. Then he pulled out again, his finger loitering at your entrance to feel your muscles clenching around nothing. He watched your chest rise and fall with each heavy breath you took. He eyed your lips, where drool was escaping, from the heated kiss as well as being stimulated so pleasantly. Your skin was drenched in sweat and when he looked lower, found you dripping between your thighs. He wanted to take you then and there, but he had other plans. 

He cleaned off his finger by licking your juices off of it before picking you up and placing you on the table on your hands and knees. You let out a yelp at the sudden movement. 

“Donnie? What are you doing?” You asked, as you still had the blindfold on with your wrists restrained. 

“Trust me, please.”

You nodded. 

You felt his hand on your upper back, softly pushing you down so your chest was flat against the table. Your arms were guided to lay out on the table and you realized he tied the fabric to something else. You wouldn’t be able to move your hands. You felt something cold line up with your entrance. 

“You remember the safe word, correct?” Donatello stopped once everything was lined up. He placed a hand softly on your cheek and you leaned your head into it. 

“Yes.” You tried to nod but found yourself struggling to move your head properly.

“Let me hear you say it.” How sweet he could be in times like these. He really did love you and you, him.

“Engineer.” 

“And taps?” He was always thorough, just in case one or the other crossed a line. You knocked on the table rhythmically, it gave a tinny sound in response. Knock, knock-knock, knock, knock. 

Donnie dragged his hand to grab your chin between your chin and finger. “Good girl.”

That’s when you felt the tip of what was lined up at your entrance begin to enter you. He had built a whole machine to fuck you while he watched. You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a long moan as the machine rammed its silicone dick inside of your dripping pussy. 

To the side you heard a squeak of a chair and a hefty loud groan. He probably dropped himself. He probably did all this to have a front row seat to jack off. You felt yourself dripping between your thighs and onto the table. Each thrust of the machine sent another wave of pleasure straight through to your core. Hearing Donnie’s soft grunts to the side as he stroked himself was only adding fuel to your burning core. 

You heard the chair creak again. 

“You’re taking it so well, darling-” He cut himself off with a deep breath. “I’m going to take your blindfold off.” 

You expected the need to squint after being released from the darkness of the blindfold, but the lights were dim enough that it was an easy enough adjustment for your eyes. Ever the mood setter, Donnie was.

You looked at him over your arm as he sat down again, pumping himself as you watched. 

You were watching him jerk off as he watched you getting fucked with his own creation. That turned Donnie on, so much so that the mere thought of it made his cock throb with need. He began to fist himself faster. All the while, you watched, struggling to hold back moans. The familiar warm sensation gathered at your lower belly, telling you your end was near. 

“Oh, God, Donnie,” you gasped out. You watched as his eyes snapped to yours from where they were staring at your bouncing ass. “I’m- I’m gonna cum.” You felt the machine speed up and let out a moan as you threw your head onto your arm. In his hand, Donnie held a remote, obviously meant to control the machine. “Yes! Faster! More!” 

“As,” Donnie grunted, “you wish.” The machine was moving faster, your ass bouncing with every thrust. The warmth was beginning to grow unbearable. 

You saw as Donnie’s leg began to twitch, he was close too. It only took a few more thrusts before you came on the dildo like a wave crashing down. You were dripping all over the table as the dildo came to a stop inside of you. With heavy breaths you watched as white strings of cum began to shoot out of Donnie’s cock, landing on his heaving plastron. You clenched the dildo at the sight and hissed at the overstimulation. 

“Are you okay?” He heard you and rushed to get up, undoing your restraints and helping you off of the machine. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Spent, but fine.” You signed as you leaned on his plastron before pulling away after sighting the spilled cum next to you. “Oh, ew, Don.” With a tired gesture, you pointed at the cum that was right next to you. 

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t think to clean myself up when I heard you hiss in pain,” Donnie shot back, just as tired before pointing to the mess on the table. “You’re one to talk.”

“But this was all your idea,” you whined as you laid back down on the table, the cool metal relieving the heat that was all over your sweaty body. 

“You’re not sleeping there.” Donnie turned around to grab a towel to wipe off his plastron before turning back and picking you up off the table, earning a groan. He chuckled. “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You looked up at him, your head leaning against his chest, before leaning up and planting a kiss on his cheek. “I love you, Donnie.” 

You didn’t miss the small smile that grew across his lips. “I love you, too, darling.”

[xoalsferalmindscape]

R!Leo x Reader

This appeared in my brain so I had to write it (and it took me forEVER)

⚠All characters depicted are 18+⚠

⚠NSFW⚠

Minors DNI!!

Youre horny. Mind numbingly so.

You sit on your bed, rubbing your thighs together, and man, you missed Leo. Your mind fuels the flames of your lust, feeding you images of him fucking you.

Holding you close while he ruts into, kissing along your neck, filling up up and fuck- you're soaked.

Well that's a pair of panties ruined.

You smirk, an idea popping into your head. Why should you be the only one who's desperately horny?

You take your phone and snap a variety of spicy photos and send them Leo's way. You turn your phone off and set it on the nightstand.

Some 10 minutes later, you know exactly when Leo sees the pictures, because he steps out of the portal he spawned in your room.

"Mi amor...."

He steps towards you, cupping you face in one hand and pulls you in for a kiss.

You pull him on top of you and you both melt into tangled limbs as your lips and tongues clashing needily. You whimper softly when he slots his leg between yours and presses his thigh against your soaking cunt.

"Oh Hermosa..... Youre driving me wild.... Youre so wet for me babe~"

You moan as he sloppily kisses at your neck and grinds his thigh against you in a steady pace.

"Leo, baby~," you moan, "I need you~"

Leo chuckles. "In due time mi amor. Just be patient, okay?" You nod as he resumes the attack on your neck, sucking hickeys onto the skin. You roll your hips against his thigh, desperate for friction.

Leo plants kisses along your jaw before pulling back to look at your face; lips parted and kiss swollen, bruises forming on your neck from where he sucked.

"You're so beautiful, mi vida...." He says lovingly as he grabs the hem of your t-shirt and pulls it off, no bra since you were home alone. He kisses softly from your collarbone to the valley between your breasts, which he gently grabs with his hands and squeezes gently as he licks up the valley, making you shiver in delight.

He turns his attention to the right boob, running his thumb over your nipple before taking in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the peak. You moan softly as he runs his tongue over the sensitive peak, before switching to the left one and giving it the same treatment.

Once he's finished with your breasts, he kisses down your stomach, stopping between your legs. He hooked a finger into the waistband of your shorts, pulling it and snapping it back against you. He moved to your thighs, slowly kissing and licking and sucking at the skin. You internally begged him to go farther, to take your shorts off and stuff you full of that cock you love so much.

He didn't, just kept working your thighs. He smirked up at you, and you knew he was teasing. He loved to do this. To take so long, move so painfully slow, to give you a taste of what you want without ever actually giving it to you. He liked to see how long until you begged.

You contemplated begging, wondering if you could get out of the humiliation. Leo licked along your thigh, running his tongue on the seam of your hip, and it was all over for you.

"Leo, baby, please. Dont tease me like this." You whined. He looked up at you with that stupid smirk.

"What do you want, mi amor? Use your words." You can feel your cheeks heat up.

"I want you, Leo. I need you. Please." You begged, and he smirked, pulling you shorts and panties off in one go.

"Holy shit, mi vida. Youre soaked." He nuzzles his beak into your cunt and licks a stripe up your slit, illiciting a sharp gaspy moan from you. He wastes no time, wrapping his lips around and sucking on your clit as he slips a finger inside you, and holy shit he was good at that.

Leo basked in your obscene moans and whimpers as he licked and sucked the bundle of nerves, working his finger in and out a little before adding another. You moan at the delicious feeling as he pushes his fingers deeper.

He looks up at your face, loving to see it all flustered and blissed. He curls his fingers inside you, carefully searching until he knows he's found the sweet spot. He doubles down, sucking harder and curling faster. He uses his other hand to hold your hips down, to still you from bucking and rolling your hips against him. He lets his mouth off your clit for a moment.

"Stay still, okay? Youre doing so good for me, mi amor."

Youre so close. You can feel your orgasm building within you, Leo guiding it out with his fingers and tongue. The room is filled with the sounds of your moans and the downright sinful squelching sound Leo fingering you produces.

Youre so close. Back arching of the bed as you moan, Leos mouth hard at work. Youre so close. Hips desperately trying to grind against his face, desperate and needy for more friction, for that final release. Youre so close. Leos fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, a curl of his digits drawing a whimper from your lips.

When you finally cum, you cum hard. You let out a moan loud enough that you know seeing your neighbors tomorrow will be awkward. But you don't care about that right now. The only thing on your mind, is Leo.

He climbs up next to you, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into your neck.

"What about you? You don't you want to cum?" You ask after recovering front the intense orgasm.

"Baby," Leo chuckles, "It isn't about me, youre the only thing that matters." Your heart melts and gosh, how did you get so lucky?

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Mikey 🧡

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[cherryo]

pls ignore if this makes you too uncomfortable but can i pls have the rise turtles comforting reader who has trouble with sex (like pain during and bleeding during/after) and cramping at random times that just kills the mood and the reader feels really self conscious about it? i've been struggling with this for a bit and i just need some comfort if that's ok <3

Hi darling! I always struggle with having sex because of something I was diagnosed with which makes me unable to do stuff for long periods of time or certain muscle pulls, so obviously sex positions are hard for me to do. This was a wonderful request and for sure near and dear <3

Pairings: rise brothers x fem!reader

Pronouns: she/her and obvious female genitalia

Word count: I don't count for hcs

warnings: painful sex, cussing, sexual activities, didn't proofread

Raph:

So stressed 

Literally thinks its cause of him (i mean,,,,,with that big of a dick,,,,) but its really not his fault.

Make sure he preps you for HOURS and if it still seems like you wont be able to he doesnt worry at all

He cares more about you and you being healthy and safe than sex

If/when the two of you end up having sex and you need to stop at any given time he will immediately stop! If you need your legs to be massaged or you need a heat pad

He's on it, he doesn't Hesitate at all!!

If you try to push through it he gently stops and will not let you continue 

He doesn't make fun or mention anything about having to stop, he's so scared for you when you're in pain during these moments :(

-Leo

I feel he would think that you are making up excuses to not have sex with him?

Doesn't understand at first

Very very insecure but you'd have to come up to him and tell him that you have always had A painful and hard time having sex and he'd immediately understand!

He's very gentle, will rub your uterus pouch and try to comfort you anyway possible

He's upset that he's hurt you even though it's not technically his fault

If you say you're sorry for stopping he will look you in the eyes and tell you never to say sorry, he'd much rather you tell him than not and “power” through it

He knows how much it means to you and how much you want to continue so he'll try again but if it hurts the same day he's stopping.

Doesn't push you at all

--Donnie

he was so confused at first, he had you in a very uhm folded position when you asked him to stop and of course he did

He didn't know why, or why you were crying

He asked and learned smth new

I think as soon as you two reached that level he would've started researching everything sex related

But the dummy didn't look up sex related issues, such as pain consistently through out sex

When you explained it to him, he was still confused and asked if you needed more prep time

He's so smart in everything else but women's bodies </3

He understands eventually, he tries to tease you to see if it would help lighten the insecurities or guilt you feel

---Mikey

Such a sweetheart

If you're crying, he's crying

He doesn't know why but he is

Immediately stops and asks what's wrong and when you tell him he will clean you up, put your pj's on, and get you whatever you need

He's not pushing you to do smth even if you're begging

Doesn't need you to explain it to him, if you're in pain then you're in pain 

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Snack Pack nsfw

I have given birth

This is the longest smut I've ever written, and probably the best writing I've done yet thanks to @sophiacloud28's guidance (thank you fren <3)

Plz enjoy

Rise Leo (aged up 23-25) x reader

18+ MINORS DNI THIS IS FILTH

warnings: smut, fluff, established relationship (friendship), friends to lovers, fingering, oral (giving and receiving), choking (kinda, not really) p in v sex, aged up turts, reader is stubborn

Buzz. 

I noted the page number on my novel, setting the book down on the arm of my couch as I picked up the phone from its resting place on the small coffee table. My eyes squinted at the screen, the light jarring after reading for so long. 

Neon Leon: Movie night tonight? You bring the snacks.

I smiled at the invite and shifted the device in my hand to type out a response, but before I could, the phone buzzed again. 

Neon Leon: Besides yourself

My hand flew to my mouth to stifle a squawk as the phone slipped to the floor, the pink in my cheeks hot to the touch as my mind raced.

Did he know? No. He’s too dense. 

I huffed as I shook my head, picking the device back up from the carpet. I tried to ignore the flutter in my chest as I read the text over again. 

Besides yourself. 

I messaged him back, hands shaking. 

Y: What. 

Neon Leon: Bring those gummy bears you brought last time.

He was just trying to get a rise out of me, like always. Ass. 

Y: I’m busy. 

Neon Leon: Yeah…right. 

A few minutes went by, and I stared at the phone as he typed, then deleted his message several times. 

Neon Leon: Please? We can even watch one those bad movies you like so much

Neon Leon: I’m so bored. And wayyy more interesting than your book 

I rolled my eyes. 

He knew me so well. 

Y: Fine, jerk. I’ll be there at 8. 

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I tossed my phone back on the table before going back to my novel. I could barely focus on the words on the page as my mind buzzed, now completely distracted around my friend’s smug, handsome face as I read the same paragraph over and over again.

Is he playing with me?

I had always wondered if Leo had an idea about my feelings for him; we had been friends since we were teens and my ridiculous crush had only gotten worse over the years- as much as I had tried to hide it from him. I just never wanted to admit it out loud; he would be insufferable if he knew. 

And if he didn’t feel the same, it would ruin our friendship in ways that would never recover. 

I tried to stuff those feelings deep down, where they would never see the light of day, but sometimes his teasing was so much that I couldn’t hide the blush on my face as he pushed the line, toying with me, which only encouraged him. 

That..That…little shit.

Sighing, I plopped my book on my face and let my hands fall onto the couch cushions next to me as I closed my eyes, his smug face painted in the darkness behind my lids. I could picture the curve of his shoulders, his lips tilted in that smile as he gave a snarky comment to his twin,  his eyes glancing in my direction, shining…

He’s such a jerk. 

I pried the book off my face and glanced at the clock on the bookshelf. 

6:00. 

I had two hours.

I could definitely get myself together, pick out a stunning outfit, and get down to the lair by then. 

If he wanted to tease me like this, push the envelope; two could play at that game. 

“Okay, Leo. I’ll bring the snacks.” 

—------------------------------------------------------------------------

I looked at my reflection in my compact mirror, checking my makeup and hair once more before giving myself a flirty wink and slipping the small item back into my bag as I entered the lair. 

I looked good. 

The low cut shirt and jeans I had chosen were casual enough to look innocent, but perfectly highlighted my features and gave my curves that extra boost. It was the whole look together that really made it stand out from how I normally dressed around the gang.  

I flicked my hair over my shoulder as I walked in. 

That little shit was not going to know what hit him. 

As I strode past the living room, I almost didn’t register a choked noise to my left as I walked by.

I turned at the sound, spotting Donatello at the kitchen counter, coffee mug in hand.

“Oh…hey.” I offered him a small wave, my shoulders hunching as I realised how ridiculous I must look. 

He wiped the liquid from his chin and plastron, chuckling to himself. “...Hello and… good evening to you as well.” His eyes gave me a slow up and down before returning to my face, a smug look gracing his own. “Something fun planned, I take it?”

The heat shot to my face. “Ah, just a movie night. The usual.” I turned to leave. 

“Uh huh, sure” He sighed as he took a sip from the steaming mug, eyes rolling over the rim. “Well, have fun with that.” 

As my steps echoed down the hall, I could hear his muttered words follow me. 

“.. both.. delusional.” 

Leo’s door was shut, soft light shining from the frosted glass windows, and the nerves suddenly caught up with me as my hand lifted to knock on the metal. 

What if he laughs at me? He’s been with so many women, he’d never be interested. 

I shook my head, clearing it of the thoughts creeping in as I breathed out sharply. 

That wasn’t the point. I just wanted him to get a taste of his own medicine. 

My knuckles rapped loudly on the door. 

“Come iiiin.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he sing-songed a muffled welcome. I lifted the handle and slid it over the track, steeling myself for revenge as it opened. 

—-----------------------------------------

The low light from his lamp casted a soft glow on my exposed skin as I stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind me, leaning back on the metal. 

Leo laid on his bed, eyes on his phone as he sprawled out lazily, arm draped over the pillow pile arranged for movie night. He tilted his face up to me, smile slowly fading into a look of shock as his phone dropped to the floor with a soft thunk.

He was frozen in place as he stared openly, surprise coloring his features as I felt his eyes drag over my figure before settling on my face. I smirked at him and let his own signature snark roll off my tongue. 

“I wasn’t sure what snacks you meant, so I brought some different options.” I raised an eyebrow as he blinked back at me, still speechless. I lifted the bag up from my shoulder, offering it to him. 

I chuckled under my breath as I watched him lay there, unmoving, until the rustling plastic seemed to shake him back to reality as he sat up.

“Huh? Oh…yeah.” He mumbled under his breath as he lifted a hand to his snout, closing his eyes for a moment as he breathed out sharply. 

When he reopened them, he flashed me a smile; but a wary look glistened over his eyes.

“You…ah…you really got dressed up for movie night, huh?” 

I shrugged my shoulders. “I figured why not, I rarely look nice anymore.” 

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer, but the guarded look didn’t leave his eyes. Leo leaned over to pick up his remote, flipping it in his hands as he stood. 

“So, I was thinking we could watch Scary Movie? That’s one of your favorites, right?” He turned to the tv, flipping through the channels, and shot me an eyebrow over his shell. “And don’t worry, I’m here if you get scared, quierda.” 

I rolled my eyes at him as I sat down on his bed, tossing the bag of snacks on the floor and scooting back into his pile of pillows against the wall. “Yeah. Right. It’s not actually scary, Nardo.”

He wasn’t going to get to me, I thought to myself. Not this time. 

Even if he was being really thoughtful right now. 

I watched his shoulders tense at my sarcasm as he stood at the side of the bed, flicking through the streaming channels that Donnie had hooked up to everyone’s rooms years ago. 

Finally finding it, he turned on the flick and flopped into the space next to me as he tossed the remote to his nightstand. He scooted in with a practiced ease, sliding in behind me so I could lean back against his plastron, so close and so far from each other- like we always do on movie nights. 

But this time felt different. 

I felt his chest rise and fall behind me, his breath heavy over my shoulder as the movie started on the screen. He cleared his throat softly, and I turned my head slightly to look up at him. 

“Do you need something? I can grab the snacks if you want.”

"No..ah, that’s not..” His voice trailed off as his eyes flicked down to my chest for a moment, his tongue dragging on his lip as his eyes slowly looked back up to mine. 

He cleared his throat again, and looked back to the screen.

I smirked to myself, looking back at the movie, satisfied to have finally won our little battle of wills. 

Maybe he’d think twice about teasing me again. 

As the flick played and the characters were introduced, I felt his arm move behind me, slowly lifting around the pillows as it settled gently over my shoulders. The hard shell of his chest against my back grounded me as my thoughts drifted, his breath on the shell of my ear just enough to send tingling sensations down my spine. 

I loved being this close to him, even if it broke my heart at the end of the night when I went to bed alone. The countless nights I had spent, staring into the darkness, seeing his smile float through my dreams as I fought through the tears. 

For all his flirting, he never meant any of it. 

It was just a game to him. 

A shriek from the screen jolted me back to the present, and he chuckled at me as I settled comfortably against him again. After a few minutes, I noticed a nimble finger as it started to trace slow circles on my shoulder, his eyes still glued to the screen. 

The blush crept into my face as I felt him lean in closer, breath hot against my neck. 

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" He whispers against my skin. I can feel his heart pounding behind me, the rhythm betraying his casual tone. "Like, for example, the reason why you look so…." 

My breath hitched in my throat at his words, his voice husking over my skin and causing a chill to seep through to my veins. I turned over my shoulder again to look up at him, blush on my cheeks and surprise coloring my features.

His eyes searched mine, looking for something as his fingers gripped my shoulder lightly.

“Look so what?”

He huffed behind me, looking back at the screen, not really watching the movie as his grip on my arm tightened.

 “What are you playing at, querida.” 

I bit my lip, moving a hand to his thigh as I started tracing slow, languid circles absentmindedly on his leg, my fingertips gently brushing over his grey joggers. 

“What…what do you mean, Leo?”

His leg tensed under my fingers as he swallowed hard, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"Well," he started, voice barely audible. "I mean..." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I know we’ve always been just friends, but..." Leo's voice dropped lower, huskier. "I don’t think I can take this anymore..." He trailed off, his eyes darkening as he watched my fingers swirl patterns on his clothed thigh. 

“...Leo..” I breathed his name, more like a prayer than anything else. 

Don’t say it. 

Don’t break my heart. 

"I want you." He admitted, his gaze intense as his eyes flick back up to mine. “If you want me too.” 

I paused, chewing on his question and wondering if he’s really willing to push the joke this far...or if he’s serious.

 “And if I said that I did? What..” A sultry look darkened my eyes as we stared each other down. “What would you do then, Leo?” 

My fingers searched a little higher on his thigh, and I could hear his breath hitch behind me. 

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear as his lips brushed against the skin. "If you did..." He whispered, his voice low. "I would make sure you never forget tonight." 

His hand moved to my hip, pulling me closer to him. "I've been waiting for this a long time, hermosa." He whispered, his fingers gripping lightly at the flesh of my hip as he pulled me closer to him. "I would worship every inch of you." His words are heavy with lust, dripping as they roll off his tongue. 

He released my hip and turned my head gently towards his; his lips hovering just centimeters from mine. "But only if you're finally ready to admit that you want me." 

My eyes widen at his words, gaze landing to rest on his mouth as he waits for my answer. His thumb stroked my jaw where it rested against my face, and I flicked my eyes back up to his as he stared at me. 

My heart thumps in my throat, pulse raging as I look at him. 

I can’t hide it anymore. 

“I…I want you, Leo.” 

His eyes blazed as the words rolled off my tongue, and he chuckled lowly before leaning in, closing the distance between us and capturing my lips in a heated kiss. His pout was softer than I imagined, pressing into mine with urgency and need as he cupped my face in his hand. 

He gently nipped at my bottom lip before diving in deeper, tongue intertwining with mine in a dance of soft pants and hums as his kiss overwhelmed me like a wave against the shore. 

My body hummed with the electricity of his lips against mine; his soft skin scrubbing over mine with such intensity I could feel myself shudder in his grip, each holding onto the other for dear life as passion gave way to gnawing hunger.  

His arm moved from my waist, hand groping and searching lower and lower until it rested at my inner thigh. Heat pooled in my center as he slowly traced his hand further down, lightly pressing his hand against my clothed center. I whimpered into his mouth at the pressure, my hand lifting from his leg to his face as I squirmed in his hands. 

I felt him grin against my lips as my noises reached him, his fingers moving with purposeful strokes over my clothed center, the jeans just enough of a barrier to make my head dizzy. 

Leo broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, and nipped at the sensitive skin there as he spoke softly. 

“You have no idea how long I wanted to touch you like this, querida.” He murmured, heavy and slurred. His other hand moved to cup my breast, kneading it gently through my shirt. "Do you want me to keep going?" His breath is sharp against my neck; the heat everywhere and inescapable but so addictive. 

I nod against him as his fingers slipped beneath my jeans, and brushed at the bare skin above my lace underwear. He nipped at my neck as his hand slid under the fabric, and I sighed softly into his touch as he dipped into my folds, rubbing against my clit as his other hand gripped at my chest. 

“..you’re so wet, damn baby..” His voice sounded like it came from the clouds, so lost in the moment himself. 

His fingers continued to glide over the sensitive nub, teasing me a bit longer before sliding down to gently circle my entrance. I could feel the slick coat his fingers, making the erotic sounds echo as the movie continued on, completely forgotten. 

 "Y..yes...pl-please..fuck-" My hands gripped at his skin, so desperate for the pressure he was teasing me with. I could feel myself melting into his hands like putty, brain turning to mush as he explored and toyed with me.

His kiss was hot at my neck, yet cool instantly as air rasps over freshly kissed skin. He bit into my neck gently, chuckling darkly as I whimpered in his hands, more curses pouring from my lips as I trembled into his touch. 

"Such a dirty mouth," He teased as he withdrew his teeth from my flesh, his voice low as his hand shifted in my jeans. "But I think I like it." His fingers slid into me slowly, thrusting in and stretching as I panted and moaned softly in his arms. 

He kept his movements deliberate and slow as his fingers thrusted into me, and as he did he shifted his thumb to circle over my clit, swirling around the nub as he watched my face contort with pleasure from his spot behind me. 

I mewled softly as his hands brought me to new heights, finally filling the ache that had been gnawing at me for so long. I gripped his mask tails as he thrust those agile fingers into me, panting in pleasure and barely able to form a response. 

"I..h-hnnngh..L-Le-eo.."  

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I bit my lip to hold back a scream. 

A smirk snuck back onto Leo’s face as my words turned into unintelligible sounds of pleasure, my body writhing under his skillful touch. He increased his pace, his thumb pressing harder against my clit as I keened at the pressure. 

"Do you want more, preciosa?" He asked as his pout brushed against my cheek, voice dripping with confidence. "Because I can give you more." Leo nipped at my earlobe before sucking on it gently. 

My moan sounded like I was gasping for air as he licked at my ear, the sensations overwhelming as he’s everywhere on me, all at once. It felt like his hands were caressing every inch of skin, nowhere left undiscovered. He’s under my skin, in my veins, and it felt so good.  

I nodded as he let go of my ear with a swipe of his tongue, humming approvingly. His fingers thrusted harder into me, curling slightly, while his thumb continued its relentless assault on my clit.

 I can feel my body tensing, my walls clamping down around his fingers. 

His hand snaked up from my breast to my throat, briefly putting pressure there as he continued to tease my clit with his thumb, fingers curled deep inside me. 

As his hand wrapped around my throat, he leaned in, breath hot against my cheek. 

"That's right, baby, cum for me." He growled, and his tone shot a thrill through me to my core.  

He released my throat, giving me space to breathe as he watched my face contort in pleasure. I could hear him churr softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he continued to turn me to putty in his hands. 

I turned my head to kiss him, pulling his face down to mine desperately as I came undone on his hand; the pleasure a blinding wave as it crashed over me and I moaned loudly into his mouth. 

Leo swallowed my cries of pleasure as I trembled in his arms, aftershocks of my orgasm tensing over my body as he slowly swept his thumb over my swollen clit, gently milking the last of my climax before pulling his hand out of my jeans. He brought his glistening fingers to his lips, swiping his tongue over them as he looked down at me with a cocky look on his face. 

“You okay, hermosa?”

My face flushed as I panted, eyes glazed with lust as I looked back up at him. 

What just happened.

He smiled down at me, eyeridge raised. 

“Sorry, I guess I was getting a little hungry.” 

This cocky mother-fucker. 

—--------------------------------

I blinked slowly at Leo as he licked the slick from his fingers, watching me pant against his chest as the flush left my face. 

He grinned down at me, and I turned back to the movie as I bit my lip, frustrated. 

That had just happened. What I had always hoped would happen. 

And it meant nothing to him.  

Leo. Fucking Leo. 

He won. 

Or at least, I thought he had, until I shifted against him and felt his cock pulse at my back. 

I shifted my hips again, curious to see if that was really what I had felt, and he audibly groaned at the friction, and shot a hand out to still my hips. 

“Careful, querida.” His voice was a gritted growl as he fingers dug into my skin, and I knew in that moment I had the upper hand again. 

I turned slightly, looking up at him through my lashes demurely and feigning innocence. 

“You okay, Leo?”

He narrowed his eyes at me, but released his death grip with a snort and looked back at the tv screen. 

When he looked away, I sat up to turn around in his lap, and slid my knees under me as I kneeled between his legs. 

His breath hitched in his throat as he stared down at me, eyes wide. 

I slid my fingers slowly up his thigh to the waistband of his joggers, a seductive smile painted on my lips as I watched him swallow hard, eyes darting to stare at my hand. 

“I guess I might want a little snack too…” I can hear my voice purr as the words rolled off my tongue, seductive and lustful. “But…if you don’t want me to…”

His eyes flicked back up to mine quickly, jaw set hard. 

“No, hermosa…trust me, I want you to…” His voice trailed off, something holding him back. “I just…ah..”

My eyes took on a mischievous glint as my fingertips slid just over the waistband of his pants. He breathed in sharply, eyes darting back to my hand before flicking up to my face. 

Why was he being so cautious? It’s not like he’s never done this before.

“Then sit back, Leon. Relax.”

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, but the caution still in his eyes as he leaned back against the pillows behind him. 

As he relaxed a little, I slid my hands to the waistband and tugged gently. He lifted his hips slightly, helping me pull off the grey joggers, revealing his hard, throbbing length as it laid on his plastron. 

I couldn’t hide my surprise at his size as I brushed a fingertip over his length, ripping a shudder from him. 

“Well, I can see why your ego’s so the size of Wall Street.” I can’t help the chuckle that left my lips as I gripped his length in my hand gently, his cock twitching in my palm as he groaned softly at the pressure.

I took his length in my hands as I gave him a sultry look, my eyes locking with his as I leaned down and placed a feather light kiss to the tip of his cock.

I steeled my resolve to get him back for moments earlier; he was going to be putty in my hands by the time I was done with him. 

 "You're bigger than I imagined."

I could hear his breath hitch as my tongue slid out, swirling over the tip before I gave his length another pump with my hand. He tensed as I took him in my mouth, tongue swirling as I bobbed my head down as far as I could go, coming back up for air with a popping sound. 

"F-f..fuck…you...you can take y-your time.., preciosa." He drawled, words slurred as his gaze was glued to my mouth.

I placed another feather light kiss at the head of his cock, holding back a grin as he whimpered in my hands. 

Who’s winning now, Leon. 

I could hear and feel him groan as I wrapped my mouth around him, my tongue teasing as I swirled and licked at him. His voice was strained as my head bobbed up and down, my mouth warm, wet, and ringing the most delicious sounds from him as I dragged my tongue up his length. 

He threaded his fingers through my hair, guiding my movements slightly as he thrusted shallowly into my mouth, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. 

It was a pretty picture, seeing him like this. 

"Does it feel good, Leon?" I asked as I paused briefly over him, eyebrow raised in a mischievous smile.

I didn’t give him time to answer, as I took his length as deep as I could down my throat. I felt his legs tense as I held him there, fighting the gag, and he groaned loudly, his grip on my hair tightening as the heat slid over him. 

I came off of him with a popping sound, and wiped at the line of spit from my lips as I looked at him and pumped my hand on his length, and repeated what he said to me earlier. 

"Do you want more, Leo?" My eyes took on a sultry look as I leaned down and slid my tongue up and down his length again. "Cause I can give you more."

His eyes narrowed as he watched me take him into my mouth again, his hips bucking slightly as my tongue swirled around him. His hands tightened in my hair, guiding my movements faster, deeper. He groaned, the sound almost a low growl. 

"Fuck…hnng-." 

He pulled me off of him for a moment by my hair, panting heavily as he looked down at me, eyes dark and blown wide with lust.

 "Not yet," He huffed, chest heaving as he tried to calm himself down. "I want to see you cum for me again."

 He pulled me to him, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as he guided me to lay down on my back. The sudden gentleness brought a flutter to my chest, as his hand tenderly laid my head down on his pillows. He leaned over me, fingers gripping my shirt, as he deepened the kiss and painted his tongue inside my mouth. 

With a swift move, he lifted my shirt over my head, revealing my breasts nestled in my lace bra before him. I gasped at the movement, but the look in his eyes settled any shock I felt. 

He stared down at me, gaze hungry as he snaked a hand to my back, undoing the clasp quickly with one hand. The offensive fabric was flung somewhere across the room as Leo's gaze lingered on my bare chest, taking in the sight, the dusky rose of my nipples hardening in the cool air of his room. 

He leaned down, as if drawn to me, capturing one between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug, and a choked whimper ripped from my throat at the sensation. 

A hand slid down my stomach, tracing the curve of my waist until he reached the button of my jeans. With a flick of his wrist he undid it, and then slowly dragged the fabric down my legs, revealing the lacy lingerie I had worn for confidence. I could feel a low rumble from his chest vibrate through me. 

 "Fuck, you're beautiful," He whispered, his words syrupy as he trailed kisses along my chest, nipping lightly before moving to lavish attention on my other breast.

His fingers dipped under the lace, teasing at the wetness there before slipping inside my panties again and finding my nub, circling it lazily as he continued to swipe his tongue at my breast. I panted his name softly, mewling as he toyed with me. 

I gasped against him as he licked more deliberately at my breasts, but didn’t linger long, his face leaving my chest as he moved down my body, his hands slowly started to pull my lace panties down my legs.

Leo smirked up at me when he noticed that I had shaved. 

"Planning something, were we?" He raised a brow ridge at me, a chuckle on his lips as he settled back between my legs, underwear discarded. I blushed as he kissed the inside of my thigh, bodies now completely bare before each other. 

"I..I mean..I just wanted...I-I wanted to be prepared in case..."

His eyes sparkled with amusement as the blush swept over my face and chest, embarrassment coloring my features. 

"In case what, hermosa?" He teased, his breath tickling the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh as he moved his face closer to my center. "In case you got to have your way with me?" 

He chuckled softly, leaning in to place a feather-light kiss right above my clit, making me squirm as I cried out at the sensation.

"Don’t be embarrassed, quierda," He chided, his voice dropping an octave as he flicked his tongue out swipe at my center. "I'm just glad you finally got over yourself." 

His hands slid under my thighs, spreading my legs wider before him. 

I tried to ask him what he meant, but his tongue on my core stopped any thought I had. 

I mewled as it slid in between my folds, licking at my clit and swirling against the sensitive nub. My hips jolted, and his grip tightened around me as he continued to tease me with his flexible tongue. 

"No moving, preciosa." He murmured, breath sending shivers up my spine as it husked over my clit.

I gripped the sheets over my head as I trembled in his hold. 

Holy shit. 

He started to lap faster at my clit, more insistent; his fingers gripped my thighs tightly as he flicked and swirled his tongue at my center. He looked up at me through his mask, watching my face contort with pleasure as my breath came in short pants and huffs. 

"That's it, hermosa," He panted encouragingly against my wet heat. "Let go for me, baby." He pressed two fingers inside me, curling it just right, hitting my G-spot as he continued to lick and suck at the swollen, sensitive nub. 

"..hnngh...f-fuck...L-Leo-oo.."

I panted his name as his fingers fucked into me, the sensations overwhelming and turning my brain to mush again. His tongue kept the pace at my clit, building at the pressure as it crested inside me. 

In seconds I was moaning his name loudly, trying not to scream, as his fingers pumped into me and I came apart in his hands. 

Again. 

His tongue kept swiping at my center as I rode out the waves of pleasure, twitching, until he slowly withdrew his hand and leaned back, looking down at me with a satisfied smirk and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

"I told you I could make you feel good, preciosa." His tone cocky as he licked his lips clean of my arousal. "And that was just the appetizer." He stood up, towering over me from the foot of the bed, his hard cock bouncing against his plastron at the movement as he watched my breathing return to normal. 

"Ready for the main course?" 

A fucked out look glazed over my eyes as I gazed up at him, a vision of sex appeal towering over me.

I bit my lip.  "You’re such a cocky asshole, you know that?" 

He smiled as he crawled over me, legs slotting between mine as he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply, sweetly, as our tongues danced languidly. 

He broke the kiss briefly as he rested his forehead on mine.  “You love it.” 

I giggled in his arms, nodding, and his lips crashed back into mine, mouths and tongues meeting and parting like waves as I’m swept out to sea under him; where I’ve always wanted to be. Leo groaned into the kiss, his cock twitching against my body as his hips ground into mine, both of us desperate for each other.

He broke away for a moment to look into my eyes, his own filled with something warm and bubbling as he takes in the flush on my face, the way my chest heaves against his. 

He leaned down, nuzzling into my neck, nipping at the skin gently, ripping a shiver straight to my core as he whispered hotly in my ear.

“Have I told you how much hearing you moan my name turns me on?" 

He reached down between us, aligning his cock with my entrance, and slowly pushed his length in.

A strangled wail flew from my lips as he sheathed himself fully inside me with one fluid motion, filling me so completely that I had no conscious thought left in my mind but him. 

He started to move, setting a slow pace at first, but soon picked up speed, his hips snapping against mine as each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through us both, the sounds of skin slapping against shell drowning out the movie on his small tv.  

He panted next to me, voice ragged as he thrusted into me. His hands rested at either side of my head, so all I could see was Leo, Leo, Leo. 

I breathed his name like it was holding me to this world as he fucked me into his bed, my nails clawing at his shoulders as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. He was so deep inside me; I felt so full, like he was in the back of my throat with every thrust. 

"Fuck, you feel so good baby. Just like I thought you would-" He grunted, thrusting harder as the bed rocked underneath us. 

I could hear myself moaning and panting into his shoulder, but all I could feel was his thick cock thrusting into me, fucking my brains out.

"I...hnnngh….”  I tried to answer him, but couldn’t manage words. 

As he picked up speed again, shifting his hips for a different angle, he rammed harder into me as I gasped into the skin of his arm. I could feel the pressure building, felt another orgasm close as he continued hitting against that spongy spot deep inside.  

"That's it, quierda. Let go for me," he encouraged, huffing into my ear as his voice strained with his own efforts. I could feel his legs tense against mine, and wondered if he was close too. 

The pressure released like a flood, fast and wild, blinding heat taking over as I started to come apart once more, my body convulsing around him as I came on his cock as his hips bucked roughly into me. I screamed his name, voice shattered and strained like broken glass. 

He followed me over the edge, his own release exploding from him in a torrent of ecstasy. He buried his face in my neck, biting down as I felt the heat seep into my veins, melting into me in a thick, syrupy feeling of need. 

When he finally pulled out, he collapsed beside me, panting heavily. Leo wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close as he tried to catch his breath. The room was spinning, and I felt like I was vibrating into his embrace.

"I can’t believe we’ve missed out on that for years," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. 

I chuckled with him, but the sound grew quiet as my smile started to fade, as I realised what this might mean. 

What this might end. 

I can’t lose him. 

I lifted my head back, turning so I could look him in the eyes. 

“...Leo?”

His gaze was drowsy as he looked down at me, a blissful look still smeared on his face as he propped his head up with an arm. 

“Hmm?” 

I almost don’t want to ask him. 

But I have to. 

“...Are…are we…do you..” My breath caught in my throat as I chewed on my words, eyes darting down to a scar on his plastron. “...are you going to act like this never happened tomorrow?”

I saw his chest heave as he froze in place on the bed, arms tensing around me as the silence grew deafening between us. 

I closed my eyes, the weight settling on my chest as I came to terms with the quiet. I moved from his arms, and turned to get up from the bed before his hand shot out to stop me. 

“No. Not ever. I..” His voice was shaky as I turned back to look at him, and he took me in his arms in one quick motion, wrapping me completely into his embrace and pulling me down into his lap. “..I..want this, whatever this is..with you.”

He’s messing with me.

He didn’t mean it. 

I choked back the lump in my throat. “Do you mean it, Leo.”

He looked down at me, eyes misty, and cupped my face gently in his hands as he pulled me in for a soft kiss. 

His lips anchored me to him as the ache in my heart threatened to pull me out from shore, the everything that I had ever dreamed now right here at my fingertips, pouring his love into each sweet kiss at my lips. 

He pulled back to hold my face in his hands. 

“I’ve wanted this since I was a teenager in love with you.” His thumb brushed over my cheek. “You were just too stubborn to admit it, and I didn’t want to lose our friendship.” 

The tears rolled down my face now, fat and wet as he pulled me into his chest, laying us both back down onto the pillow pile as his arms tightened around my trembling body. 

“Yeah…” I sniffled. “I guess I was a little stubborn about my feelings.” 

Leo chuckled, his laugh echoing around the small room. “Who knew that all it would take was a lame pick up line.” 

I pinched his leg, earning a yelp. 

“Watch it.”

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Midnight Serenade

Donnie x reader fic

I really like this concept so I wanted to write about it, so basically you and donnie go on a date. I still new to writing so pls be nice, hope you enjoy <3.

It’s late winter early spring as you’re getting ready for your date, last nights flurry left some snow on your ground so it’s best to bundle up a bit. As you were putting on your shoes, you hear a knocking on the window, “Come in!” your window slides open and a turtle boy whereinga shit ton of purpel crawls in after he threw in a picnic basket.

“I was scared i was gonna be late, but i see you’re not even done yet”

“Scoff! I’m putting on my shoes so i basically am done, what happened to mr. attention to detail?”

“Heyyy i thought you hated ot when i said scoff!?”

“I have no recollection of that conversation,” he rolled his eye at your comment as he sits down on your bed. You get up to go get the drinks from your kitchen. “Common lets go.”

The two of you take a train to Clark st, then walk over to the brooklyn bridge. The two of you trot along the bridge and you’re excited to see where donnie is taking you.

“We’re here,”

“...Donnie we’re still on the bridge.”

“Exactly. You’re good at balancing on polls right?”

You face went white when he said that. You look at the belts of the bridge then you look back at donnie nodding. Your soul sinks in your stomach and the look on your face has donnie rolling around on the groud, kicking and screaming, “I’m just kidding hun.” his hover bike thing pulls up and your melanin instantly comes back.

“If you pull that shit with me again I will hop on your ass like super mario and beat you with your already shitty shell!” donnie went agaps, jaw on the groud, hand on his chest.

“Damn, I didn’t know it would scare you that much?” he laughs off his nevers as the two of you get on his bike. The two of you hop of when you get to the top of one of the tower things inbetween the belts, the city lights illuminating everything around you so you can see perfectly. As you are admiring everything around you donnie starts to set up the picnic blanket, “Wow i didn’t know you’d like it here this much.”

“What do you mean? This is so cool, you act as if you come here regularly.” he looks up at you with a smile, “... you come here regularly don’t you?”

“It’s our new favorite hangout spot, and much more discrete then rooftops.”

"Theres a really busy street right below us. what's the difference?" You sit down across from donnie on the picnic blanket and you help him take everything out of the basket,

"The difference, most people aren't looking up when they're driving. And why would they take their eyes off the busy rode?"

"Mabey they have a death wish?"

"Mabey."

You pull of the heart shaped plates and glasses out of the bag and start to gush over them, “Don’t you just LOVE these cups i got you!?”

“Yeah, i love that, including the heart shaped wicker basket, and pillows, and chocolates… I know that sounds like sarcasm, but i do love it.” as the two of you continue to unpack you see your favorite cookies, and cupcakes.

“Donnie! You didn’t!”

“Why do you sound so surprised like i dont do this all the time?”

“Its because you remembered!”

“It’s hard to forget our favorite things when we always talk about them. Every time we’re hanging out one of us just starts ranting as the other is working.”

“I love that for us, and because of that I know just how much you ACTUALLY like Atomic Lass… that and i check you search history.”

“And I yours… I shoudln’t have done that.”

“I warned you. Anyone who got quezy durring the saltburn bath tub scene, couldn’t handle whats on my laptop.” you laugh a little remebering the first time the two of you watched that, he left the room multiple times.

When the two of you were done setting up you just started talking, about whatever came to your mind. LMK, jupiter jim, the boondocks, anything you guys liked, “oh do you remember when we watched violet evergarden together for the first time?”

“Ofcourse you started crying when the episode about the littel girl came on.”

“Which one?”

“The one with the mom the wrote a bunch of letters for you daughter before she died.”

“That one was soo sad! But it was really sweet, that is what i call motherly love”

“You cry for the dumbest things hun,” he starts laughing at you but you laugh with him, “You wont cry for sad movies whatsoever but the second you relate to a character you start bawling. As far as i'm aware you mother is still alive.”

“It’s not about the dead mother! Its aboutt he dedication to her child!'' Donnie just listened to you rambling on about it, your voice is basically white noise. The amount of times he’s fallen asleep just by being around you is countless, the ease you put him at is unmatched. “and that just pulled all my heart strings!”

As the night went on the two of you purely enjoyed eachothers company, and the sweets donnie brought. As the two of you talked a sertain song came on,

But when the morning comes

We'll burn it down and then

We'll build the world again...

Our love is God.

“I forgot this song was on this playlist,” Donnie trys to skip it but you stop him,

“Remebere when we were fourteen how we did a two person play of the heaters?”

“Yeah what abo- ohhh” donnie gets up on his feet, “you remember the lyrics right?” he holds out his hand for you.

“Ofcourse,” You take his hand as the two of you get into character.

Hi Kurt, it's Veronica

How did you guys know it was always a fantasy of mine to have two guys at once?

Wowuhh... lucky guess?

Well, if you want it to come true, meet me at the cemetery, at dawn

Free pussy!

And we don't even have to buy it a pizza!

Punch it in! Whaat?! Hahaha!

The two of you were both theater kids, singing together mixed with your average acting filled the two of you with joy way back when you were younger. The two of you join hands again as you shift to veronica and JD.

We can start and finish wars

We're what killed the dinosaurs

We're the asteroid that's overdue

The dinosaurs choked on the dust

They died because God said they must

The new world needed room

For me and you

Well your average acting, everytime the two of you sang this song donnie was too realistic. The way he would make your heart throb was supernatural. Despite being cold blooded your were never cold with you touched him.

I worship you.

I'd trade my life for yours

They all will disappear

We'll plant our garden here

He cups your cheek in the palm of his hand, as he kisses you. His hand was warm, everytime he held you, you felt safe. He pulled away from you and continued the song, and you joined him quickly after.

Our love is God

Our love is God

Our love is God

Our love is God

“You missed acouple lines hun.” he pecks your cheek,

“Only because you kissed me,”

“Stop acting like you did’t like it”

“Ugh.” he wraps his hands around you hips and stuffs his face in the crook of your neck.

...I worship you

I'd trade my life for yours

We'll make them disappear

We'll plant our garden here

Our love is God

Our love is God

“I love that song don.”

“I know you do hun.”

I hope you guys liked it! There some references that some people might not get, like the super mario reference, but still. Kiss, kiss, hope you have a good night, day, afternoon or whatever. <3

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Tactical En Suite

RotTMNT Donatello x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: Aged-up Turtles, Guns, Cursing, Hate Fucking, Edging, Fingering, Sex, Groping, Creampie, Light Knifeplay

Synopsis:  After a month of training, you were ready to exact your vengeance. Now you just needed Donatello to behave long enough during a 1v1 Airsoft match so that you can actually enjoy it.

This is a sequel to Tactical Entreat: Tumblr 💜 Ao3

Also available on Ao3

As always, this would not be possible without @donathan 's incredible tactical!Donnie concept and @unknownfanartist 's brainstorming prowess!

Also, I apologize for shifting from a GN!Reader to a female one. I kept it vague until absolutely necessary if that helps at all...

PLEASE NOTE: MINORS JUST DON'T OK?! THERE'S TAGS! BE COOL AND DNI 😩

You: Rematch. 1v1. No bullshit.

He was beyond infuriating. After a short respite that day, you’d made it back to the graveyard with little issue. Much to your surprise, Donnie had conceded defeat and your team had won. Though the overall tie was unsatisfying, the conversation shifted to finishing up for the day. Having never thought to reach for your phone, you found out over half a day had flown by. It brought your gaze skyward where the clouds were maybe incrementally darker than what you’d accessed. You were fine to leave everything as it was. You’d had your fill and outlet. You were feeling better. You were fully prepared to just leave the scorching make-out session among the trees where it probably belonged. That was, until, everyone had started to head out.

About to put another cigarette between his lips, Donatello had made eye contact. He smirked and made a slow show of the action because you couldn't seem to wrench your eyes away from his mouth. His brow arched into a quirked mocking question and the move immediately reignited a flicker of the earlier flame of hatred. You would have spoken to it had he not then approached you. You watched in annoyance as he chose not to address you, but instead put on another sensual charade of lighting said cigarette and taking his first puff. Lucky for him, he chose to blow said smoke away from you. If he had chosen otherwise you would have decked him right there and then. Instead, he packed his lighter into one pocket of his vest and produced a log book from another. You caught a glimpse of strange lines of data that quickly disappeared as he found a blank page. The pad then lifted out of your vision as he scrawled something out.

“If you ever want to actually improve your skills.” He noted as he ripped out the page and handed it over to you.

You took it and reviewed the number for a moment. You had wondered if he'd meant it as some kind of innuendo until you swept your gaze back to his face. The teasing twinkle had evaporated and in its place was a cool calculating look that said your firing skills would never be on his level, but he’d take pity on you. He’d probably make you beg. You’d never give him the satisfaction.

“No thanks.” You replied nonchalantly before making your own show of crumpling the paper into a tight fisted wad. You wanted to leave him with a final quip, but nothing powerful enough came to mind. Shifting gears, you moved to the secondary language of your body. You dropped your lids and gave him a long once over with a bored expression. He reached up and covered his lips as he took another puff from his cigarette. You then gave a small yawn and curved your body into turning away. Within the first few steps away you heard the faintest clicking of tongue. It hadn’t been near enough vengeance, but for then it was enough.

Now, however, was month later and that annoyed knot in your stomach had grown to a relative ulcer of frustration. The purple bastard had wormed his way into your brain and you couldn’t forget how maddeningly annoying he was. His pomp and circumstance when it came to a stupid game. His lackadaisical peacocking as if he were the universe’s gift to Airsofting. His overzealous roaming hands. You took another shot at the target and examined how it punctured through the dead center of the paper. A smile graced your lips.

You’d stolen a rifle and that busted handgun from your friend’s sister. It wasn’t because of him. You’d found a nice empty lot and even contacted its owner to ask if you could use it for practice. His comment about your ability was the furthest from your mind. You’d studied, dismantled, and fixed the small crack in the handgun that had been causing the BBs to jam. His dopey chuckles didn’t keep you from sleep. After firing a few more accurate shots, you peeled open the vest you purchased to insert a fresh magazine. You had just picked up a hobby.

It just so happened to be perfectly suited for a hearty serving of revenge.

That was, if he would answer the fucking text.

Agitated, you fired at the target page until it shredded off its stand and hung in two flapping pieces. Releasing your rifle into its straps hold, you unearthed your phone and unlocked it. Bringing up said text chain, you found it had been a week since you'd sent the message. If you were any pettier you would have thrown your phone to take out the target stand as well. Sure, you’d neglected to introduce yourself or gone through any common courtesies, but who was he if he expected that. You crossed the lot to set up a new page.

Having combed over the possibilities a few times, you couldn’t help but review them again. One, he automatically screened out unknown numbers. It seemed possibly with his holier than thou attitude, but in that same vein, there was no way he didn’t at least see the message preview. Two, he knew it was you and was simply ignoring you. Following a similar logic from the previous point, it wasn’t something you’d put past him. This was your preferred point and also the one that stoked the flames of your hatred the most. Three, he saw the message and simply didn’t remember you. While you hated him, you despised this thought the most. It meant that your irate mania was completely one sided. A refusal on his part to even acknowledge you in his mental data banks. It was the unbridled biting insignificance. Having crossed the lot, you turned and did a quick change from the rifle to your handgun. You then emptied the entire clip into the paper, shredding it once again. You preferred option two.

You were about to reset yet again when your phone pinged. You paused and soured. The timing would be too perfect so you shoved the thought aside. Lazily holstering your handgun, you swapped it for your phone. Opening it, your eyes widened with fury. The preview text glared back at you so you opened it with a near deranged smile on your face.

Asshole: Just got back into country. Interesting proposition. Worried a team would take you down too quickly?

Part of your brain begged you not to reply right then and there. He’d know a response that quickly meant you had your phone close by and would reek of desperation. Unfortunately, any reasonable sense you’d had was shredded by his garbage attitude.

You: Or maybe I want to look you dead in the eye when I shoot you without having to waste BBs on anyone else.

Asshole: You’ll need that many shots then?

He was an unquestionable bastard.

You: I’ll need the extra bullets as payback for the bruises.

Asshole: Some of them you asked for.

Having crossed over to your target stand, you not only ripped off the already damaged page, but shredded it into tiny pieces. You had to get a hold of yourself and not give him an inch of satisfaction. You fully intended to leave him on read while you packed up. Firing more shots would help you in the short term, but you wanted to conserve that energy for the game he’d hopefully agree to. Heading back to your car, you heard your phone ping again. Scrunching up your nose, you pulled it out and raised a curious brow. The preview had a row of numbers. Opening the message, you found it to be coordinates along with a date. You sent only a check mark in response and set your sights on next Saturday.

-

It was only as you pulled onto yet another dirt road that you began to question your sanity. Driving out to the literal edge of nowhere to meet a man you barely knew probably wasn’t the smartest decision. At least you were armed. It would be more of a comfort if you didn’t already agree to him being armed as well. Pushing the thought down and clutching the steering wheel tight, you curved along with the road. You’d taken preliminary precautions; your friend knew your location and had bet money on Donatello beating you. It was the exact boost of confidence you knew to expect from them. They would have their own little downfall in time. You considered it a fun incentive to ensure your victory.

Another bend in the road revealed a longer stretch and odd rectangles dotting the distance. Your tires crawling along, you identified them as at least a dozen dilapidated shipping containers. Hunching forward, you stared at them curiously as you drove up. They were the epitome of displaced and you wondered who’d abandoned them out here. As far as your Maps was concerned, there wasn’t a residence for several miles. The road tapered off and a series of skirted patches of grass signaled for you to park. There was no other vehicle to be seen. Frowning, you checked your phone and found you were only a minute ahead of the meeting time. He seemed like both the type to be prick that’d keep you waiting and an incessant nag about punctuality. Exiting your car, you shrugging off the curiosity in exchange for preparations.

From your trunk, you applied your vest and accessed your gear. You’d already given everything a once over before leaving so there was little to observe. The first bubbles of irritation steaming, you leaned back and observed the sky. The cloudless blue expanse meant the sun was beaming down relentlessly. Rolling your eyes away from the insufferable star, you caught a flicker of light from atop a distant shipping container. Squinting, you watched as a black object shifted incrementally and a thin stream of barely there smoke wafted off the position.

At this point you welcomed the stoking of the flames.

You flipped off the direction of the sighting and watched as Donatello popped up from where he’d been lying down. You folded your arms and waited as he took his time putting out his cigarette. He then gathered up his gear and hopped down to the ground like it was nothing. You didn’t allow yourself to outwardly balk, but the containers were at least 8 feet tall. With his rifle slung, he strolled over lazily.

“Enjoy the show?” You bit out, moving to close your trunk with a slam.

“No. It was sloppy actually.” He responded evenly.

You craned your head back to glare at him. “Come again?”

“The back strap shouldn’t touch your neck.” Without saying another word, he slipped his hands around said tie and yanked you almost off your feet.

“Hey!” You barked and took a swing at him.

Using his handhold, he jerked you away. “You think you could take a helpful tip with some form of grace.”

“Put me down.” You ordered, reigning your limbs in.

He did so carefully and you could tell by the way he shifted his stance that he was prepared to run if you launched at him. Stewing, you settled into another scathing look. 

“It can be fixed. You just didn’t position it properly.” He pointed.

“Much like your attitude.” You spoke out the corner of your mouth as you undid a buckle.

A sharp exhale of breath from him meant he’d found your comment amusing. You could just picture his smarmy face. You needed to withhold that fury until you were on the field. Undoing the vest, you lifted it and prepared to lower it when a hand stalled you. Before you could blink, the vest was back down around your torso and the straps along the side were being strung tight. In the time it took you to move your pupils to make eye contact, the resounding click of the buckle signaled he was already done.

“It's faster that way.” He tossed over his shoulder and began to head toward the containers.

Gritting your teeth, you unholstered your handgun and pointed it at the back of his head. You watched him for several paces before lowering it. It wouldn’t be much longer. You filed in a frustrated line after him. As the first container approached, he did an about face and his posture snapped straight.

“Chest shots are automatic deaths. Four limb shots are the same. Any preference in rounds?”

You glanced at him before donning your goggles and a ball cap. “One and done seems a little too fast.”

“Let’s say three deaths is an out then.”

“How did you get here?”

“Pardon?” He didn’t falter, but tipped his head up gradually.

“There’s no other car in the parking… area.” You gestured back to where you’d come from.

“I stashed it.” He nodded towards the tree line flanking the west side of the field.

You looked to where he gestured and then back at him incredulously. “You’re joking.”

He folded his arms in a manner that said he wasn’t.

“So you’re this anal with everything.” You waved over his form.

“You mispronounced cautious.”

“You mispronounced paranoid.” Your quip came out so fast that you got to watch his expression in real time.

Instead of lining up another insult, his gaze seemed to darken instead. That had hit some kind of nerve. You shifted not out of discomfort, but from the sun’s stifling rays. “I’m assuming you agreed to ‘no bullshit’ rule already by coming out here?”

“The stage itself should prevent that.” He twisted his gun around into his hands.

“No getting on top of these things like you were earlier.”

“Fine.” He gave a tight nod.

“Then let’s play.” You shifted your weight in preparation to take off. “Two minute to positions?”

“I’ll even let you have a head start.”

There was a fraction of a second where you were almost grateful for the return off the asshole amidst his stuffy attitude. That was until you saw that damn cocky smile of his. Regardless, you took off to the right and heard the faint trailing of his laughter behind you. You were going to shoot that smile right off his face. Weaving around aged metal, you took note of the layout. Some of the containers were whole and others were warped; there were worn ones that had weathered to near collapse and some that were outright halved. Of the intact metal rectangles, none of them seemed to have accessible doors and were welded shut. It was nice to note a safety precaution in an otherwise abandoned setting.

Mentally ticking down the seconds, you steadied yourself as the timer ran out. You’d taken position near one of the farther blue containers not on the perimeter. Underfoot, sun bleached grass made the softest crunch that you needed to watch out for. Swallowing, you evened out your breathing and let the sounds come to you. Bugs buzzed, but the air was otherwise still and sticky. Raising your rifle, you peeked out from behind your cover. Seeing nothing, you jogged for the next container. There was the unmistakable echo of footsteps that seemed to be trying to mask under yours. Eyes narrowing, you pegged their position and twisted around the container to head for it. Leading barrel first, you jumped out from behind the container and found no one there. Drooping for a only a moment, you were forced forward a step when a single shot hit the dead center of your back.

Spinning around to the spot, you heard the faintest chuckle as he disappeared. The one on one parameters shifted the game in a way you hadn’t anticipated. Ducking behind another container, you reevaluated your strategy. It would be a jockeying of who moved first and then a series of reactionary actions. Scooting along the container, you dropped down low. Obviously listening for him was a fool’s errand since he could somehow throw his steps. You’d just have to move and try to keep him on his toes.

Darting out, you almost collided with him. Though he fired first, your proximity wasn’t something he accounted for and only one of the bullets hit your arm. You, on the other hand, fired directly into his chest.

“I see.” He remarked with a knowing tone before disappearing behind the container you’d just left from. Twirling around, you ran, putting distance between the two of you. Sweat began to gather on the back of your neck. Repeating the mantra of ‘keep him on his toes,’ you swayed to a halt and tried to picture how he’d adjust to your blind running. Smirking, you turned and immediately backtracked the exact line you’d run. Hearing the sharp reverberating of a body hitting an empty container, you twisted around and shot before your eyes hit the target. The spray hit Donatello across the chest and he glowered back at you.

“Be seeing ya!” You gave a punctuated wink before disappearing around another container. “In the grave!” You tacked on, twisting away from the direction you’d sent your voice. You were up, but it wasn’t time to get cocky. You had to keep shifting your strategy or he’d be able to gather his bearings. Without stopping, you made for the perimeter and kept a jog along it. The sun overhead beat down relentless on your gear. In a veritable pressure cooker, you neared the bottom half of the field and made a sharp left turn. A spray of bullets hit a container you passed and you returned fire. Refusing to stop, you listened above your own pants for a sign that he’d realize where you were headed. It wasn’t long until until his jogging boots thudded after you. You spun around and opened fire in a wide arch across the area behind you. You stilled, waiting as the container’s resonance to quiet.

It took several long moments before Donatello emerged with his hands up. As soon as he appeared you jumped into the air, letting your rifle drop from your hands.

“I did it!” You landed and pointed at him. “How’s it feel, dickhead!?”

He lowered his arms and evaluated you.

You straightened from where you’d bent a knee to gloat and watched him warily.

His eye lingered along your sweat soaked collar.

You stiffened against your will. It was hard to identify exactly what was off about his gaze, but it unsettled you. The sweep was near clinical, but being done through the scope of half-lidded eyes felt menacing. You were trapped and as soon as he caught wind of it, that smirk tugged at his lips. He took steps to close the distance between you and with each footfall it seemed to spread across his face. By the time he reached you, he was a tower of egotism. You’d won, so what did he have to gloat over?

“Don’t tell me your going to nitpick my performance?” You managed to bring your brows down in an approximation of a scowl.

“No.” There was an airy quality to his voice.

“Then what?” You felt tightly coiled.

“Want to play a round where I don’t hold back?”

This time the muscles contracting in your body were done in an attempt to hold yourself back. Your lip curled back and you instinctually bared your teeth. He’d gone lower than you’d even thought possible. “I get the feeling your bothers are the only ones who can stand to be around you out of sheer obligation.”

He gave a single dry snort. You didn’t think it was possible, but that damn smirk of his somehow grew.

“Laugh it up now…”

“We’ll even the odds.”

You had long reached your boiling point. “If you think-”

“I commend your playing. You unequivocally won, but you have no idea what you’re up against.”

“You bas-”

“If you can land a single hit…” He bent at the hips and brought his face up to yours.

You resisted the urge to spit in it immediately just to see how much saliva you needed to pack.

“…anywhere on my person, then you automatically win.” He gave a calculated tilt of his head. “As a reward, I’ll humiliate myself how you see fit.”

That was enough to give you pause. “In your whole life, has no one ever popped that horrific confidence bubble of yours?”

“Oh, they have.” He reached up and ran a finger down the scarring along his jaw. “But it’s been a long while.”

You watched the digit’s excruciatingly slow trek before realizing what he had done and snapped your gaze back to his. Amusement danced in his eyes and you turned your head slightly away.

“Fine. I’ll play, but you better be ready.” You set your own cocksure grin to as high a degree as you could muster.

He gave an satisfied nod before straightening.

Something about it gave you pause. “What do you get if you win?”

“I’ll have won.” He said simply, gathering his rifle.

His mere existence brought bile to your throat. “Two minutes?” The faster you could clear this, the faster you could garner your reward.

“Sure.” His nonchalance was somehow even more antagonistic.

You turned but refused to give him the satisfaction of running. You sauntered until you cleared the first container and then picked up your pace as you again started a mental countdown. Finding a sliver of shade, you held back your rifle and weighed your options. He was surely taunting you to a point, but there was more to it. For one, there had been Mikey’s comment from the last game about humans. It was easy enough to acknowledge mutant prowess, but their abilities could fluctuate so wildly. You didn’t have a the best handle on what Donatello’s were. Of the few tastes you’d gotten, the one that stuck out to you was when he adjusted your vest. You undoubtedly would have to contend with that speed. If he could keep up that pace, then you were outmatched.

With the last seconds timing out, you refilled your rifle’s magazine. You only needed to land a single shot so laying down cover fire was your best bet. Shifting, you inched down the container and spied the next. It was one of the dilapidated ones where part of it was missing. If you could nestle yourself into the leftover corner, you’d only have to cover your front. Nodding to yourself, you mad a dash for it and felt several nips at your heels. It caused you to skid into your destination and whirl around wildly.

“Two shots to the legs.” His voice floated in with no discernible source.

You aimed your rifle and scanned the best you could. From your far right you felt a single shot hit your shoulder.

“One to the arm.”

You turned your head to where the BB had come. There was no one there. You grit your teeth. Turning back, you found him standing right next to you.

“Boo.” He said simply before pulling the trigger into your right arm.

You bit down on a scream and instead twisted to swing your rifle at him.

He leaned away from the action and caught the butt of your gun with ease.

“How…?” You hadn’t meant to voice your surprise.

He leaned his head to the side and gave a smile that had a malevolent edge to it.

It made the hairs on the back of your neck rise up.

You also couldn’t help but stare at the way it showed off one of his pointed canines.

“Shall we call this off?”

“Isn’t it still to three?” You were almost glad your gun was creating space between you.

“Yes, well…” He trailed off and shifted his grip. You glanced down as he returned your rifle to you. Hugging the gun close, you brought a wary eye back to him. “I figured I’d give you an out.”

“Think your smoke and mirrors play scared me?” You tore your eyes away and off to the playing field.

“I know it did.” He replied, taking a languid step back.

“Sneaking up on someone doesn’t really count.” You set your jaw to keep from glancing after him. “If I’d done the same to you, I bet you would have jumped.”

He gave a little hum as he pondered your assertion. “I suppose I would find it surprising.”

“There you go.” You inched your neck towards him, but kept your eyes down. The silence wedged itself between you and you examined his boots. “You take off this time.”

“Fine by me.”

You lifted your eyes to watch as he took a single step back. You weren’t sure if you blinked, but within the next second he simply vanished. Your jaw didn’t drop, but your lips parted. Super speed didn’t seem like a severe enough descriptor. That paired with his insane reflexes meant whatever chances you’d even considered were quickly dwindling. Having had no luck in your current position, you turned and peeled off. Outrunning him was out of the question, so you pivoted hard enough to carve out a divot in the field. Twisting around you made it a few more strides before repeating the action. A bullet ricocheted off a container you neared.

You smiled and fired your rifle over your shoulder. You were pretty sure it uselessly shot skyward, but it was a warning. Twirling, you continued to rhythmless scurrying. Pushing your limbs to the limit, you heard the nicks of BBs piercing the soil around you. He wasn’t calling strikes so your unpredictable movements were at least partially doing their job. It wasn’t something you could sustain, so you started to fire your gun in a similar haphazard nature. Whizzing discharge kicked up a cacophony of sound. It was only matched by your palpating heartbeat as it began to thrum in your ears. Overhead the sun watched your display with merciless criticism. Feeling the rays nearly piercing your blood vessels, you made hexagonal footwork to the edge of the field and rounded the cover of a container.

You dropped to your knees as soon it afforded you shelter. Immediately the labored breaths forced their way past your lips and you fisted dried matchsticks of grass. You watched as several beads of sweat fell from your brow and were instantly absorbed by the cracked soil.

“I applaud you.”

Hearing his voice from above, you rolled over onto your back and took aim at him.

His hands raised up in armistice as you spotted him on top of the container.

“Is that how you’ve been getting around?” You went limp and your gun teetered on your chest.

“No.”

“You’re not cheating? You said you wouldn't get up there!” You wouldn’t admit it to him, but it was nice to have a moment to catch your breath.

“I agreed to the terms. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Then what are you doing?”

He stared in a way that said to check his last sentence.

You sneered at him. “You know what I mean.”

“It isn’t often that I get to see something new. I wanted to acknowledge that.”

“New?” You’d humor him if only to prolong your break. Snapping open one of your vest’s pouches, you retrieved a handkerchief and wiped your face.

“No, there’s been a lot of attempts to weave from my bullets, but that was quite the spectacle.”  

You made a show of giving a fake laugh and replaced the dirtied cloth into its pocket. “I guess we’ll call it a preview.”

“You’ll be able to do it again?” There was a mixture of doubt and mirth swirling in his tone.

You shot him a glare and snapped to your feet. Even under the intense heat, you could feel the flicker of that angry fire in your chest. You’d almost forgotten about it. It was about time it showed back up. “More like a preview for when I beat you.”

“Oh ho!” He disappeared from sight and you heard him drop down heavily on the other side of the container. You instantly knew it was a signal that the next match had kicked off. Your blood pressure dropped as you twisted around the container, gun ready. He was unfortunately correct. There was no way you could put on the same dodge tactic again. Not unless you lost the vest to free up some extra movement. Deciding against it, you came around the side of the container he’d landed and laid down a line of fire. Spinning around, you then fired off a line of shots where you’d come from and glimpsed his form duck back out of sight.

You waited in hopes to hear his voice, but were met with silence. “Your elusive ass will call it if I hit you, right?!”

“You’re wasting your breath.”

You understood it as an affirmation, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. Parting a glare at the sun, you continued the back and forth spree until you glimpsed his form far to the right. Spinning, you slipped right back to whence you had come and prepared to start the process over again. What you weren’t ready for was him to materialize behind you and firing a handgun shot straight into your back.

“I take back my earlier applause.”

In two steps, you danced around and, against the unwritten rules of the game, you fired your own handgun where he had once been.

“You're being unsportsmanlike.”

“You’re one to talk!” You were on the move before you could process where your feet were carrying you. A scatter of shots followed your heels as you slid behind another container. Your back slammed against it and the heat from its sunbathed exterior wafted through your vest. Refusing to linger, you were on the move again paving the way with a spray of pellets. The much needed adrenaline was finally pumping through your veins. Somehow skirting another burst from your opponent, you returned fire. The blazing determination to crush Donatello made every step feel like scorched earth. Keeping your back to another container, you fired straight down to the end of your clip. You quickly exchanged magazines before realizing you were in the same alcove where you’d taken your first loss.

Suddenly on guard, you dove to the right on pure instinct and heard several shots echo off the dull metal. Lifting onto your palms you swiveled your head to find him out in the open, his gun trained on you. Even the bugs seemed to fall under the hush as you winced for the oncoming shot. Instead, you were met with the harsh click of an empty barrel. Blood rushed to your limbs and you made for your hand gun. You could feel the counter of each nano second as the gun slipped into one hand. Your other pushed off the grass. One leg swept outward and the other slid up on a knee. Rolling through the motion, you glimpsed him scrambling to replace his magazine. A smile bloomed on your face as the realization that you’d outpace him came. Blades clipped at your feet as you stood and your arm brought the gun up to position. You watched as the magazine seemingly slipped from Donatello’s fingers while yours pulled back on the trigger.

The resounding gong of your back slamming against the container was so loud your hearing was temporarily muffled. Dizzy from both the impact and subsequent sound, you stared weakly at your opponent. Still in the same place across from you, Donatello had his arm stretched out in your direction. Confused, you squinted at him and looked for your handgun. It lay at your feet so you moved to grab it. The immovable tug of your vest came first. Then the searing pain. In a way it was sobering. You barely needed to turn your head before the hilt of a large knife came into view.

“Did…” The words were on your lips but it seemed too absurd. “…Did you stab me?”

“Technically one needs to have a grip on the object for it to be a stabbing.”

“Asshole!” You reached up with your free hand to grab the knife.

“Stop!” He was moving towards you, but you refused and wrapped your fingers around the handle.

You were about to tug when your wrist was harshly pulled away. “What is wrong with you!?”

“Would you listen for just one second!?” He pulled your free wrist further and leaned in to examine the blade.

“Hard to when there’s a KNIFE IN MY SHOULDER!” You screamed directly into his ear and kicked at him.

Instead of dodging, he twisted into the motion and used his own legs to pin yours against the container. He then flipped his grip on your wrist and slammed it into the metal as well. Putting all the rest of your anger into a heated glare, you watched as he shifted out of focus and his forehead butted up against yours. When he spoke, his voice was lethally low. “Be quiet like a good girl for once in your damn life and let me fix this.”

He let his gaze wither you until he turned his attention back to the knife. With only one free hand, he studied the object and tested the vest around it. You preemptively winced as he pressed down, but the pain didn’t come as you anticipated.

“It just nicked you. You’ll barely need a bandage.” He grabbed the hilt and in one swift movement pulled it up and out. Slumping down, but still caught by his body pining yours, you watched as he surveyed the blade.

“Oh no, did my body hurt your precious knife?” You fluttered your lashes and feigned a pursed lip.

“Considering the position you’re in, you think you’d know when to shut your mouth.”

“Position?” You nearly gagged on the scoff.

You heard a low rumble of curiosity thrum from his chest as he put more of his weight onto your pinned limbs. You shot him back a bright smile that he narrowed his gaze at. With your newly freed arm, you shot up to swat at his face. Reflexively, he disarmed the move, but seeing as his only free hand was the one with the knife in it, the blade stopped millimeters shy of your cheek.

Your eyes flicked from the blurry black steel to his.

“Understand yet?” He warned, the blade just barely skimming your flesh.

You swallowed down your racing heart beat and mustered a scowl. 

“You’ll never learn.” He gave the knife a light press until it was just biting your skin before removing it.

“Maybe because you’re a shit teacher.”

From where he was slipping the knife back into his vest, the corner of his mouth downturned.

For every bit it descended, yours rose.

“Ask nicely and I’ll prove you wrong.”

“Get fucked.” You nearly spat.

“If you insist.”

For a moment his body left yours and it felt like gravity double as your weight returned to your feet. Swaying from the shift, you barely raised your head when he returned. You could hardly focus on the rest of his body as his hand snaked up your throat. Between a thumb and finger, he squeezed your jaw bone. The move tipped your head back and he hovered over you threateningly.

“Well?” He urged, his breath hot against your lips.

You let your lashes slowly descend and focused on carefully sneaking one of your arms between your chests. As your lids rose from the blink, you fisted the front of his shirt and yanked. In the sliver of time before your lips collided you watched with satisfaction as surprise painted his features. You almost wished you could savor it longer as your eyes instinctually closed and his mouth moved harshly against yours. He still had a grip on your throat and it made anything other than the hand you beat against his chest useless.

Dipping down, he pressed your head against the container’s wall until the metal creaked in protest. It freed up more space between your chests and you fought a blind battle of trying to capture one another’s limbs. Down an arm, you prevailed and twisted your fingers underneath his glove. Finding his pulse point, you dug your nails in and he hissed into your mouth. Breaking the lip lock, he pulled back and flicked your hand away. You watched until he brought his gaze back up and gave him a coy smile.

“Absolutely infuriating.” His voice seethed, but his hand curled away from your jaw to grip your head. You watched the way his chest heaved with mounting excitement.

“You agreed to the rematch.”

There was a flash of irritation in his eye that all but caused your stomach to flip. This time when he attacked, you were ready for him. You strung your arms around his neck and met him with a similar crushing force. Your tongues tangled and in time your knotted your limbs to put pressure onto his shoulders. In return, he scrapped your waist for your hips and pulled you up by your ass. You awkwardly raised your legs for a moment until his knee dipped to give you leverage. Once you got them wrapped around him, he easily hoisted you up and crushed you against the metal. That knot of fury had morphed into one of enraged need and every fervent contact was not enough to satisfy. You started clawing at him in a desperate attempt to quell the feeling.

In one swift move, he broke the kiss and threw his head back so it crushed your fingers. He then tipped forward incrementally with a punctuated glare.

You flexed your stinging digits and returned the gaze twofold.

“Now you’re quiet.” He snipped, bringing a knee up to balance you.

You pressed down hard on your lips to keep from responding. Instead you watched as he freed up his hands and undid his vest. He shrugged the armor off and crowded you.

“Better?”

“I could take it or leave it.”

He growled as he captured your lips again. Free from its halter, you grabbed at his shirt again and bunched the material up. When he leaned down, you assumed it was to pull the fabric off. You followed through with the motion, but when he arose he was both shirtless and your own vest dangled on your shoulders until he made a show of flicking its last toe hold off. 

“Stupid nimble fingers.” You ground out.

He chuckled into your ear as he bit down on the lobe. You gasped and ran your nails along his newly exposed flesh. His lips trailed scorching kisses down your neck and you were about to plot your next move when he nosed the collar of your shirt. Pausing at the sensation, your muscles contracted as his tongue languidly trailed flat across your jugular and back up to your ear. You hadn’t realized the moan had left your lips until the tail end of it reached your ears. Emboldened by it, he dipped down again, this time taking the scruff of the fabric by his teeth. You were about to inquire about the move when his hands left you. You craned your neck to catch a glimpse, but only the sound of a clean slice through taunt fabric followed.

“H-hey!” You barked as the fabric around your torso loosened.

He surfaced only long enough to show you his pupils were blown wide with lust.

Partially stunned by the glance, you shivered at the sensation of the fabric being peeled from your body. You hadn’t realized how sweaty you had gotten until that exact moment. The stagnant air didn’t do much to cool you as Donatello seared hickies and bites into as much of your skin as he could get his mouth on. Rapidly losing ground, the moment your arm muscles even twitched, he had your wrists pinned. You whined in frustration until your bra slipped off your shoulders and slid down until it was trapped around your waist.

“You-!” Was all you could get out before your words were strangled by his teeth biting into your left breast.

Left without much to do, you uselessly bucked your hips, but found with him bent over laving at your chest meant his were arched away. You wanted to scream, but again the sound was squashed as he turned his attention to your other breast. Whimpering, you squirmed and in doing so writhed until of his hands loosened their grip. You snapped it free and heard the wet pop of him extracting his mouth from your body. Moving out of pure spite, you pinched the top of his bandana and pulled it clean off his head. Holding the fabric high and away, you glanced down at him victorious, but found a partially annoyed expression instead.

“Your…” You looked up at the fabric and ran a thumb over the drawn on black lines. “You-!” The elation in your voice was turned into a small scream as you were jerked from him and spun around. Jarring under having your weight on your legs once again, you wobbled as one of his hands traced down your sternum and straight to your pants line. Your head lolled back onto his shoulder and he placed nippy pecks along your jaw. His other hand massaged at one of your shoulders and under the guise of kneading flesh, he guided you into arching your back. His body slotted heavily against yours and he undid your belt with one hand. A faraway thought cursed his nimble fingers again, but it never reached your lips.

In another set of deft moves, your fly was down and his fingers slid down into your heat. You fumed at a hitch in his movements, knowing he was taking into account how wet you were. You could feel that smug smile on his lips as he pressed them into the small cut on your shoulder. It took until his the tip of his finger coaxed your clit that you realized he’d left your arms free. You brought them up and groped at the back of his head for leverage. He sped up the digit and in turn you ground you ass back into his hips. He gave an appreciative snarl and pushed forward until his fingers slipped into your folds and his thumb took steering duty.

You nearly thrashed at the sensation, but his free hand kept you pinned as he massaged at any available skin. Shifting automatically, you squatted down in an attempt to open up for him. It made your cheeks burn more than the stifling heat. For once, he didn’t take the time to humiliate you and instead rewarded you by finally slipping a rugged digit inside. The moans escaped you in time as he finger fucked you. His arm jerked rapidly and the sloppy sounds would have been mortifying if you had the mental capacity to acknowledge them. Amongst the onslaught, your underwear and pants relinquished their hold on your hips and your voice peaked. In a repeated mantra your mind narrowed in on your eminent release. With the crest rapidly approached, you limped back into him to finish you off. As soon as you did, he all but disappeared.

A strangled yell ripped from your throat in anger as gravity tugged you down. Rotating an arm, Donatello hooked you around your waist. You dangled limply from the move as you grappled to get your body to obey.

“What…” You panted, anger bubbling up over the arousal and winning out. “What the fuck!?”

He didn’t respond and actively kept you from getting a glimpse of him.

The fury manifested into flailing and soon you were on your feet. You pummeled his arm the best you could even though you knew he was still holding you in case you weren’t ready to take weight on your stems. When your feet were confidently planted, he retreated. You immediately attempted to chase the limb back to its infernal owner. Instead your vision blacked out for a moment when your vest suddenly dropped down around you.

“What-!” You protested as best you could, but his speed and strength soon had your arms slotted through their correct holds. “Is-!” You tried to kick out your feet, but your pants were still pooled around your ankles. “Wrong-!” The side straps tightened so rapidly it almost knocked the air out of you. “With-!” He gave your shoulder straps a final testing tug and then, once again, you were left to your own devices. You heard the telltale thud of a belt hitting the ground. “You!?” You spun around and were met with a carnal gaze. You knew how you must look; clad in almost nothing but the vest and desire leaking down your leg. He was admiring his work.

“Asshole.” You breathed near silently, but it still brought a smile to his lips. Amongst a blink, he was on you and then out of sight as you were spun back towards the container wall. You had another biting remark on your tongue when his hand slipped through the back strap of your vest and you were off your feet. Your hands flew out useless and smacked against the metal with a resounding gong. You waited for your hips to swing forward, but his arm hooked around them. He then shifted you until you were horizontal with the ground.

“Donatello?” You despised how meek your voice sounded.

With one arm threaded through your vest and the other around your hips, you felt like you were being brandished like a Minigun. Degrading didn’t even come close to enough word for how it felt.

“Another game…” His voice sounded thick and he seemed to be struggling to form words. “I’m going to fuck you.”

It was such a obvious point that you wanted to scream about it, but instead your lips continued to betray you. “No-”

“Not like this?” He questioned, his voice like syrup. Adjusting your hips, you felt his scorching tip line up with your core.

With one hand pressed flat for a modicum of leverage against the wall, your other flew back and caught his limb at your waist.

“Try to resist me.” He ordered and a mewl slipped out as his cock began to press in.

Your fingers encircled his forearm.

“I’ll go in little by little.”

You felt yourself being incrementally split by him.

“If you say so or push me back even the slightest bit, I’ll stop.”

You opened your mouth to protest but only a loud moan escaped.

“Go on…” Even amongst the desire, he managed a teasing note.

It brought indignant tears to your eyes. Torn between humiliation and yearning for him to fill you, they trickled down your cheeks.

He seemed to just keep going.

You cried out at the tenuous pace.

“Almost…”

“Please-!” You managed, but its inflection was completely wrong.

You’d begged him.

He still drug out the process at the same speed until you could only tell he was completely sheathed inside when his plastron bit into your ass cheeks.

For what seemed like a long moment, he stayed there with the only sound being your panting against his agonizing length. You weren’t sure if he was letting you adjust, but just as the fringes of your mind returned, he pulled back and rocked into you in one sharp buck. You screamed out as he continued the pace in excruciating rhythm. At first you helplessly cried out with each stroke, but the sound echoing off the metal brought one of your hands back to cover your mouth. He slowed as soon as you did and poured himself over you.

“Don’t worry, you can enjoy this to your heart’s content. No one else is around.” He adjusted his stance and you seized as he twitched inside you.

“Almost…” You gasped. “… like… you… planned… this…”

“And you called me paranoid.” There was an edge to his voice.

Even with all your neurons firing wildly, it brought back something you’d made note of. “That’s… what touched… a nerve!?”

You incredulous tone hit another because he pointedly began fucking into your g-spot. It left you a howling mess. The arm around your waist shifted until he could reach your clit and as soon as it made contact your voice hit a high you hadn’t know was possible. Keeping a brutal pace, he thrust into you until the edges of your vision began to black out. Your voice stopped reaching your ears. Distant breathy gasps were all around you and the slick from both your sweats commingled into one continuous fluid. You crest rushed in with the speed of a roaring wave and the shift in his pace said he also knew it was coming. With the last shreds of your sanity, you mental beseeched him to not edge you out again. You weren’t able to be pleasantly surprised when the orgasm hit because it mangled any coherent thought.

Lolling back, it felt like par for the course when gravity seemed to rotate around you. Your vision faded to fuzzy snippets. When you came too, you found you were sitting reverse cowgirl. Staring up at the faint lip of the container, your lips were parted and you quickly closed them as drool threatened to leak out. You weakly siphoned as much oxygen as you could when a heated blast shot up in your belly. You choked on a groan as he pulsated inside you. The little tinge after thrusts felt like a rocking boat and only his hands around your waist kept you upright.

Dizzy, you leaned forward and the uncomfortable fabric of the vest made itself known by chaffing your nipples. You were about to try to put that into words when you watched one of his hands snake up and unclip your vest. You dumbly marveled at his ability to read minds as he undid the straps and pulled the piece from you. You craned your head over your shoulder the best you could to get a look at him. You couldn’t really see him, but he seemed to be struggling with something.  

It elicited a small chuckle from you.

“Something funny?” His voice was hoarse.

You shook your head and he sat up. It caused you to clench around him and your eyes widened as you realized he was still semi-hard.

You made a noise of surprise and he seared a kiss into your injured shoulder. You wilted under it and an arm snaked around your front. You watched it curiously and in your weakened state you didn’t notice when its partner joined. The first hand curled under your chin and a thumb slid up over your bottom lip coaxing your mouth open. Tipsy, you allowed it and the second hand popped something into your mouth. A protest immediately wormed its way up your throat, but his hand snapped your mouth shut.

“Calcium Carbonate.” He said as if that answered everything. “I need you to stay conscious.” One of his hands disappeared before quickly returning with a canteen. Your arms didn’t seem to obey and he helped you drink down the cool liquid. 

Blinking, you came to a realization; you were going to have sex again.

Trailing more kisses along your upper back, you whimpered as he tipped you over into the grass without ever pulling out. Now on your side, you turned to say something when his mouth slotted over yours. Whether it had been a protest or an affirmation, the kiss stole away the memory. He didn’t start pounding right away, but instead shallowly rocked against you while coaxing your knees up to give him better access. It helped ease you out of your previous orgasm, while building up a foundation for the next. As soon as you found some strength to fight back against his tongue, his hands moved to tease your breasts. You moaned into his mouth and in return his cock plunged deeper into you. You weren’t sure how he did it, but without breaking stride, he somehow maneuvered you onto your back and moved one of your legs out of the way to fuck you missionary.

Coiled around one another, you both confined to protest against the tenderness of the position. You clawed at the back of his head and he left new sets of bite marks along your collarbone. Each kiss was a renewed contest of dominance and even though you were beyond overstimulated, you’d routinely rock into his hips which earned a hiccup in his labored breath every single time. With both your second orgasms in eminent collision, he broke away from your lips and curled his head into the crook of your neck. It might have been the position you were in, but you were overcome by affection. Lifting your nails away, you cradled his head to you with one hand and flatly palmed the spot between his shoulder blades with the other. His thrusts became more erratic and some words found their way into your mouth.

“Come for me.”

He obeyed and between the scalding spurts of cum you felt yourself unravel once again. What followed was discordant breathing and limp collapse. Slowly, he eventually peeled his body off of yours and you nearly gagged at the sweaty plastic wrap sensation of it all. He didn’t make it far and propped his head up as he lay beside you. You continued to lay on your back and stared up as you counted your still quickened heartbeat. Eventually, the exhaustion and omnipresent heat pulled your head to the side and you looked at him. His lids were low, but the fondness there was palpable.

“Going soft on me?” You asked, your hand drunkenly reaching for him. He caught it with his free one and held it close to his chest.

“Technically...?” He mustered a small grin.

You groaned and closed your eyes.

“Since I’ve already put you off, may I add to it?”

“Why not?” You retorted dryly, though there was an upward tugging at the corners of your lips.

“There will never be a good time at this point so here goes: I never did get your name.”

Your eyes snapped out in righteous fury.  

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[mehitsjust3lla]

*The year is different, but the love is still the same, and still intense. It seems to have grown, if anything. Raph's voice is soft, and he's speaking in the baby talk that he sometimes slips into when he's feeling particularly happy. He's speaking lovingly to you, in his low, masculine voice that you've grown to love the sound of. The way he looks at you, when he says this, is as if he's truly just so, so in love.* "I love you so much, my princess." *He beams at you, with nothing but genuine love behind his words.*

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Rottmnt raph and mikey date headcanons. Both fluff and smut?

Random Headcanons About Raphael (18+)

Rise!Raphael x reader

A/N: I assume you’re talking about the Random Headcanons (18+) I did for Leo and Donnie. Well, here is Raph. Mikey might come soon😉❤️

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Size kink?, implied sex, mentioning of mating season.

When Raph first met you, his first thoughts about you weren’t sexual, what so over. No, they were kind and praiseful. Raph honestly thought that you were a very beautiful person who deserved so much, but at that point he didn’t know you well enough to form any other opinions about you. Raph would never just form an opinion without getting to know you first.

Time took his time to get to know you as a friend, and with each day that passed, he learned that you were not just beautiful on the outside but on the inside as well. Truly a person he could trust and feel comfortable around. You were the type of person he would allow close to himself and his family.

As you and Raphael’s friendship grew stronger, so did his feelings for you. He soon found that butterflies erupted in his stomach whenever he was around you, his hands becoming clammy as he got nervous, and his face becoming hot whenever you would compliment him.

Raph quickly found himself falling for your stable and careful nature. Just like him, you were very aware of others’ safety and comfort, and to Raph, it was like meeting someone you finally understood him and his attempts to protect his family and friends. And as those feelings grew, so did his thoughts about you. It started with innocent fantasies about the two of you spending time together, kissing when no one saw it, holding hands and snuggling close at night. And as his feelings grew, some of these fantasies would take on much more spicy turns, often involving you and him tangled up in intense passionate sessions of love making.

When you and Raph started dating, he took his time before trying to initiate physical intimacy with you. He wanted to make sure that you both felt comfortable in the relationship, before he even thought about bringing it up with you.

But when Raph finally decided to bring it up, he wouldn’t let it happen before he had talked it through with you, several times. Raph had many concerns when it came to sex - even though he really wanted to get physical with you - but to feel safe himself, he just had to talk it over with you.

One of Raph’s greatest concerns when it came to sex with you, was his size compared to you. To say it directly - Raph was scared that he would accidentally split you into two or unintentionally hurt you. The fear of accidentally hurting you often plagued Raph. He was scared of losing control while mounting you. That somehow he would turn into a beast and do unspeakable things to you.

That was when your caring nature came in to sooth your boyfriend. And after several days of reassurance, along with long hugs and many nights of cuddling and calm words, Raph finally trusted himself enough to have sex with you.

Turned out that Raph was very passionate when it came to sex, just like had been in his head when he fantasized about you. He took great care of you, bringing you large amounts of pleasure each and every time.

And as you and Raph became more secure in your sexual endeavors, Raph felt like he was finally able to trust himself during your most intimate times, leading to you and him playing around with more spicy and rough ideas, even deciding to let you stay with him during his mating season. That led to some wild memories, that you and Raph would laugh and talk about for many years to come.

[fishsticksloser]

Can I request a Future Rise Donnie x Fem Reader where reader will just be chilling with him but then randomly decide to CRONCH

Like they could just be sitting in the same place then reader just randomly chooses Violence™

Teeth

F!Donnie x fem!reader

Warnings: biting so much..., fluff, Donnie is a menace, smut, p in v, marking?, dom!f!Donnie, small oral segment (fem receiving), tiny bit of fingering, praise, swearing, creampie x2

A/N: Yes... Yes... Violence. :) I... Got carried away I think... There was supposed to be a tiny plot, but... Obviously that didn't happen. Let me know if I missed anything From now on! Please send any nsfw/smut/suggestive requests to @fishstixloser!

You lay against Donnie, between his legs with your back against his plastron. Donnie was reading while you played with his fingers, he never minded, actually he liked that you touched him so much. You pull his hand up to your lips, gently kissing his palm. Donnie felt his heart swell, smiling softly at the feeling of your lips on his skin. You kissed all three of his fingers which only made his heart leap into his throat. You bite the heel of his hand gently, pressing a small kiss to the bitten area. Donnie sets his book aside and pins you to the bed, you squeal slightly in surprise, he moves really quick.

"I must admit... I do enjoy giving you the occasional nibble. It's become our special little quirk, hasn't it?" He leans down closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. "But I must warn you, my love, biting can be quite addictive, and I can never resist the temptation to reciprocate. So, are you prepared to face the consequences of your actions?"

You smile up at him, enjoying the playful yet hungry atmosphere you both created. "Oh yeah? What're you gonna do to me?" You taunt. Donnie's eyes gleam with mischief as he leans in closer, his lips inches from yours. He hovers over you, his hands gently holding your wrists above your head.

"Oh, my dear, you have no idea what you've just unleashed. Since you enjoy provoking me, I think it's only fair to give you a taste of your own medicine." Donnie whispers, his voice low and seductive. "I'm going to show you just how much I enjoy sinking my teeth into you, leaving marks of my desire all over your body." With a surge of passion, Donnie captures your lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. His teeth nipping at your lower lip before he soothes it with a gentle lick. He lets go of your wrists, his hands starting to roam your body as he explores your mouth.

You can't help but moan into his mouth, your eyes closing as you give in completely to both of your desires. You kiss him with equal fervor, equal hunger. You hands slide down his plastron, tugging his shirt up a little, his own hands slip under yours, gently trailing his fingers over your skin. He pulls away, his lips kiss swollen and pupils blown. Donnie leans down again to set out to do just as he said, grabbing your chin and tilting your head back. His lips attack your neck, trailing bites and open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He grazes his teeth against your skin in a teasing matter, relishing in the sound of your moans, his own desire growing with each pleasurable sound that escapes your lips. His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip, his touch both gentle and possessive.

"You feel so good, my love. Your moans, your taste... They drive me wild." His voice is husky with desire, he continues his assault on your neck. His teeth graze over your collarbone before his lips trail lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses. With a swift motion, Donnie removes your shirt, his gaze fixed on your exposed skin. His hands caress your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. "I want to taste every inch of you, to mark you as mine..." He leans down to claim one with his mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. His other hand trails down your body, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants, his fingers teasingly tracing small circles against your heat.

"Yes, please. Let everyone know who I belong to..." You gasp, bucking your hips against his hand, you can feel him smile against your skin. You look down at him, seeing the trail of hickeys and bites down your chest and decorating your breasts. Donnie was only leaving more as he continued down your body.

Donnie's eyes darken with a possessive hunger as he hears your gasps, his fingers increasing their ministrations on your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure and speed to send waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Oh, my love, you have no idea how much I want to make you, to show the world that you belong to me." He continues to suck and nip at your skin, leaving purple marks in his wake, his actions fueled by a mixture of desire and possessiveness. As his fingers continue to tease your clit, he leans up to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a frenzy of desire. He breaks the kiss only to speak, his voice filled with need. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure that everyone knows it. I'll mark you in every way possible, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind." His words are punctuated by his actions, his fingers delving deeper into your wetness, his touch becoming more demanding and fervent.

You moan, bucking you hips more. You hold onto his shoulders, gasping into him mouth. He pushes his finger deeper, your hands trailing down his body. "Oh fuck..." You whimper, feeling him remove his fingers from your pants and tugs your pants off. Donnie's eyes are filled with primal hunger as he gazes down at you, slowly laying himself between your legs. You look at him, his eyes hazy, his breath hot against your thigh. He starts to nip and kiss your thighs, slowly getting closer to where you want him most. Donnie revels in the sight of your flushed, needy body, his desire growing with each passing moment.

"You are absolutely breathtaking." His voice is low and raspy, laced with desire. "I'm going to taste every inch of you, leave my mark on your skin, and make you mine in every way possible." With that declaration, he dips his head down between your legs, his tongue flicking out to tease your swollen folds. He starts with slow languid licks, savoring the taste of your arousal. His hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he explores, his tongue tracing patterns, alternating between gentle flicks and deep motions. As he continues to pleasure you with his mouth, his hands trail up your body to caress and knead your breasts, his touch gentle and firm. He revels in the sounds of your moans and gasps, his own arousal growing with each pleasurable response he elicits from you. "You're mine, my love. And I'll make sure you never forget it."

"Always yours." You moan and whine, your hands on his head. Donnie's eyes darken as he hears your words, his own need reaching its peak. Donnie pulls away, removing his head from between your legs, kissing and biting his way back up your body. He leaves new hickeys and marks, your heart racing as he presses his hips to yours.

"Always mine..." His voice is filled with possessiveness as he grinds his hips against yours. He swiftly removes his pants, positioning himself at your entrance. The tip teasing your slick folds before slowly pushing into you, inch by glorious inch. He groans at the tightness and warmth that envelops him, his movements slow and deliberate. "You feel so good, my love. So tight... So perfect." His voice is a low, breathless growl. He starts to move, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent, his hips meeting your in a rhythm of passion and desire.

You grasp onto his softshell, trying to be careful and not hurt him. Your body arching to meet his as he hooks one of your legs over his waist. "Please, Donnie..."

"I'll give you everything you desire." His voice a mix of passion and possessiveness. Donnie's movements become more intense, his thrusts growing faster and harder, fueled by a mix of desire and the need to please you. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding you to meet his thrusts, their force driving you both closer to the edge. Donnie leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a fervent hunger. His movements become more erratic, his control slipping as he chases his own release. "Hold on, my love... I'm almost here..." With one final, powerful thrust, he finds his release with you, his body shuddering with pleasure as he spills himself inside you. He partially collapses on top of you, his breath heavy as he nuzzles into your neck, his heart still racing with the remnants for your shared passion. "You're mind, forever and always."

You pant heavily as you both come down from your highs. Donnie leans down, covering your neck in more marks, still buried deep inside you. "I did marry you." You tease quietly, gently rubbing his softshell.

Donnie lifts his head from your neck, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks at you. "Ah, my love, you certainly did. And I must say, I am quite please with that decision." He smirks, slowly withdrawing from you. Donnie rolls to the side, cuddling against you, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. He captures your lips in a gently kiss, his voice filled with affection. "You are mine, my beautiful wife, and I am yours. We are bound together, body and soul." He nuzzles his face against your his eyes briming with adoration. "I love you, my dear. And I promise to continue finding new and exciting ways to show you just how much."

"I love you too." You hum, kissing him again, just as softly. You pull away and look down at your body, seeing on the bites and marks he left on your skin. You chuckle and turn back to him. "And earlier you said you like to occasionally nibble on me." You murmur playfully, gesturing to all the marks. Donnie chuckles lightly, his eyes sparkling as he gazes at the marks decorating your body.

"Ah, my love, I must admit that I do have a certain... Penchant for nibbling." He smirks, his fingers tracing a particularly vivid hickey on your neck. He leans in, his lips brushing against the marks he left, his voice filled with playful affection. "Each mark tells a story, my love. A story of our passion, our connection. And it's a story I love to tell over and over again." He nuzzles against you, his arms wrapping around your body, pulling you closer. "You are truly a canvas and I am an artist. I can't help but want to leave my mark on you, to show the world that you are mine."

"Don't think anyone can doubt it now." You whisper playfully, Donnie pulls you to lay on your side, facing him. Your fingers gently trail down his arm. You smile, feeling his lips and teeth on some of the marks he left, feeling him smile against your skin.

"No, I don't think anyone could doubt our connection now." He chuckles, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your back. "These marks serve as a reminder, not just to others, but to ourselves, of the passion and intensity we share." He leans in again, his lips gently brushing against the marks, his voice filled with gentle affection. He continues to pepper kisses and nibbles along the marks, his touch gentle and loving.

"Can't say I hate it. I quite enjoy you marking me." You murmur as he moves down your body more, only for him to find all the spots he missed. You close your eyes, enjoying his touch and kisses, unaware of his findings. Donnie's lips pause in their gentle exploration, his brow furrowing slightly as he hasn't fully marked you.

"My love, I apologize for neglecting these parts of your body. I assure you it was not intentional. I simply got caught up in the moment." He looks at you with a mix of concern and determination. Donnie rolls you onto your stomach, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade, his fingers tracing delicate patterns. "I will make it up to you, my dear. Consider it a challenge, a mission to leave no part of your body unmarked." He continues his exploration, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of gently bites and kisses along your sides and back, his touch careful and attentive. "You deserve to be marked completely, my love. Every inch of you is worthy of my attention and affection."

Donnie's hands glide over your back, his touch gentle yet firm as he explores the contours of your body. His lips and teeth leave a trail of gentle nips and passionate kisses as he moves down your back. He reaches your ass and thighs, his movements becoming slower and more deliberate. His hands knead the flesh, his fingers tracing shapes along your skin. His lips press against your sensitive areas, leaving a combination of bites and soothing kisses.

He revels in the taste and feel of you, his desire intensifying with each moment. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he explores every inch of your backside. With each touch, each bite, each nibble, he leaves his mark on you. The sound of your pleasure, the scent of your arousal, fuel his own desire, urging him to continue his exploration. His movements become more urgent, he knows you enjoy his marking, and he's more than willing to oblige, leaving a trail of evidence that you belong to him.

Donnie's eyes darken as he hears your pleas, feeling your hips lift to align with his intentions. He continues his ministrations with extra care, his touch becoming more focused and intense. HIs hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you to push your ass higher into the air, granting him better access to mark and claim you. His teeth graze across the soft flesh of your ass, leaving lingering bites, each one a testament to his desire for you.

He lavishes attention on your thighs, his lips and tongue tracing patterns along the sensitive skin. His touch is both possessive and adoring as he marks you, he cherishes the beauty of your body.

The sound of your moans and the sensation of your body responding to his touch only heightens his own pleasure. He revels in the power he has over you, the way you surrender to his desires. His own arousal grows, his need to claim you driving him to continue his passionate assault on your ass and thighs. He leaves a trail of marks, each one a symbol of his love as he takes you deeper into the depths of pleasure.

You whine as he pulls away, surveying the marks and bites he's left on your skin. You arch your back a bit more, Donnie's eyes widen slightly, his breath catching as he takes in the sight before him. He can see the anticipation and need in your body, mirrored by his own.

Unable to resist the allure, he moves closer, his hands gently caressing your marked skin, tracing the contours of your ass and thighs. His touch tender and possessive, as he savors the evidence of his desire on your body.

He leans in, is lips brushing against your ear as he speaks, his voice husky with desire. "My love, you are a vision of pure temptation. Your willingness to offer yourself to me, do display your desire so openly... It drives me wild." With a low growl of hunger, he moves closer to you, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he positions himself behind you. His breath is hot against your skin as he leans in. "My love, you are absolutely irresistible. Your desire fuels my own."

With that, he guides himself into you, his hips meeting your ass in a passionate rhythm. He fills you completely, his movements strong and purposeful. Each thrust is a symphony of desire, a testament to the intensity of your connection. As he moves within you, he can't help but admire the marks and bites he left on your body. They serve as a visual of the pleasure and passion you've shared, a testament to the depth of your connection.

His hands roam over your marked flesh, his touch possessive and adoring. He savors the way your body responds to his every movement, the way you moan and whimper under his touch.

Together, you find release, your bodies moving in synchrony as you both reach the peak of pleasure. And in that moment you are reminded once again of the strength of your bond, the depth of your love for one another.

Your body relaxes, slowly collapsing back onto the bed as he pulls out. Both of you covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Penchant... Yeah right." You mumble breathlessly, teasing him for his earlier words. Donnie lays next to you, his fingers trailing down your spine.

"Ah, my love, you caught me." Donnie chuckles softly, his chest rising and falling with each breath as he gazes at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Perhaps 'penchant' is too mild a word to describe my insatiable desire to mark and claim you. It's more like an obsession, a burning need that consumes me whenever I'm with you." He continues to trace delicate patterns along your spine, his touch gentle and soothing. "You bring out the wild and passionate side of me, my dear. I can't help but indulge in my desires when I'm with you."

He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder, his voice filled with affection. "But I hope you know that it's not just about marking you physically, my love. It's about leaving an imprint on your heart and soul. It's about showing you how deeply I love and cherish you." Donnie pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace. "You are my everything, my dear. And I will continue to shower you with love, in whatever form it may take."

You snuggle closer to him, burying your face in his neck and taking a deep, content breath. "Thank you... For being mine and choosing me to be yours." You whisper, pulling away just enough to cup his jaw and kiss him slowly. Donnie's eyes soften as he feels your warmth against him, your words filling his heart with a sense of gratitude and love. He returns your kiss, his lips moving against yours with tenderness and affection.

"My love, it is I who should thank you. You bring me so much joy, so much purpose into my life. You accepted me for who I am, mutant and all, and you love me unconditionally." Donnie cups your face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. "You are my soulmate. Together we are stronger..." He presses his forehead against yours, his voice filled with sincerity. "I choose you every day, my love. You are the one who completes me. I will always be yours now and forever. Thank you for reminding me to take a step back and remember the beauty that beyond the lab." He whispers softly, sealing his words with another tender kiss. His heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the incredible person you are.

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He misses her...

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