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been on a suit kick lately if you couldnt tell

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whatever man

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hi

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Happy extremely late birthday to the beautiful incredible talented @khayalli

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Rise!Donnie; NSFW; CWs: dub con (non con…?), consensual drugging, altered states of mind; ~1.9K words

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You're very still for him as he secures your wrists behind you. Still, and quiet, and patient, and it makes his chest swell with anticipation. It doesn't take long to finish tying the knots, but your hands are so soft beneath his fingers that he gets a little lost in the feeling and… lingers. Just a bit. 

Finally, he takes a breath and pulls back. “Is that okay?”

You start rubbing one end of the silk ribbon between your fingers, humming your approval. 

“Good.” Donnie pushes himself to his feet. He slowly walks around in front of you, then settles onto his knees. You're both kneeling, but you're so much smaller that you still have to tilt your head up to look at him. 

Well. In some ways, that's favorable. 

“Can I have the surprise now?” you ask.

Donnie's lips twitch, but he keeps his smile small. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the vial, then holds it up so you can see. The purple liquid inside shimmers faintly even in the low light that he has the lab set to, and your head tilts cutely as you examine it. 

“Remember the other day?” he says softly. “How you said you just wanted to be able to relax? To stop overthinking things so much?”

“Mhm?”

“Well I… made this. For you. It should help with that.”

“Oh, Donnie, you didn't have to-” Confusion wrinkles your brow, and you glance from him to the vial, then back. “Wait. Why would I need my hands tied for that?”

Okay. Make the statement and move on. Neutral, matter-of-fact tone. Like he practiced. 

“Because you can't take too much at once. Since it's designed to help you fully relax, it will lower your inhibitions significantly. I can't have you grabbing it and drinking more than you're supposed to at once or there are risks of negative side effects. That's why I have to administer it to you, so that I can ensure you take the proper dosage.”

Despite the way his heart hammers against his ribcage, the way he's so sure you see right through him - you seem satisfied with that answer, and your expression softens. 

“Thank you, Donnie. That's really sweet of you.”

He forces himself to breathe evenly. “Yes. Well. Are you ready?”

Your lips press together, and you stare at the vial for a long moment. Then you look up at him, and he sees the moment you make your decision. You tilt your head back further than it already is, opening your mouth, and just the sight of it makes his dick twitch. 

Oh sweet cherry pie. Keep it together, Donnie. 

His hands shake, just a bit, as he reaches up to open the vial, then holds your chin between his fingers. He carefully slants the vial, pouring a third of the contents into your mouth, and watches raptly as you swallow.

 You blink slowly up at him, and he watches, mesmerized, as your gaze shifts into something hazy. “W'rks… fast?”

Donnie chuckles despite himself, his eyes catching on the slight purple tint to your lips before returning your gaze. “Works fast? Yes, it does.” 

Instant effects. Perfect. Time to start… testing. 

His hand slides down, lightly cupping your throat, feeling the quick flutter of your pulse. You make a pretty little sound in the back of your throat that he can feel beneath his fingers, but you don't pull away. He brushes his thumb up and down, suppressing his widening smile when you shiver. “How do you feel?”

You breathe, deep and slow, humming on the exhale. “Good.”

“Good. That's good.” He inches closer, licking his lips. There's no need to be nervous, he reminds himself. You won't remember any of this. “Another sip, pet?”

You don't react to the new term. You only nod and open your mouth again, and Donnie allows himself to smile fully. He places the vial against your lips, pouring half of what remains into your mouth. Again you swallow, and he places the vial to the side so he can use that hand to gently thumb at your bottom lip. Slowly, he pushes his thumb inside your mouth. You open without needing to be told, and he presses down on your tongue, holding your mouth open wider. 

“Keep it open,” he whispers, and the whine that slips out of you makes his cock twitch again. He pulls his thumb back, and it comes away wet and stained purple. Donnie watches you, your mouth still open and your eyes still locked onto his, as he pushes his thumb into his own mouth, sucking the wetness away. There's no alarm, or concern, or disgust on your face. You just sit, waiting, holding your mouth open for him - and he lets the last bit of tension in his chest melt away. 

He gently raises your chin so your mouth closes again. “Close your eyes, sweetheart.” 

You comply easily, and he cups your face with one hand, the other cradling the back of your head. You wait, still and quiet and perfect, just like he'd imagined you’d be, and slowly, slowly, Donnie leans forward. He hesitates, frozen in the air, a breath away, before finally pressing his lips to yours. 

Oh. Oh, yes. 

Kissing you is bliss. The taste of you, the soft press of your lips, the brush of your tongue against his - he's been waiting to do this for months, and every second of work he put into perfecting this formula, fantasizing about the things he could finally do… it was absolutely worth it. He lets himself get lost in it. Lost in you. You make the prettiest little noises when he sucks on your bottom lip, when he ghosts his lips down your neck and sinks his teeth into your shoulder. His hands slip beneath your shirt, wandering, reveling in the softness of your skin. 

Pulling back, but keeping his hands pressed to your sides, Donnie studies the way your breaths tremble. The way your lips shine and your eyes stay closed because he hasn't told you to open them yet. 

Perfect. You're so perfect. He knew you would be. You just needed a little… push. 

He reaches for the vial, then grabs your jaw so he can angle your face. “I want you to keep your mouth open while you swallow this. Understand?”

A breathy sound slips out of you. It's not quite a yes, but when he pours the rest of the formula down your throat, you do keep your mouth open. He watches, intent, still holding onto your jaw, as your throat works. Before you've even swallowed it all, he's pressing your lips to his again, sharing the last sips with you, letting the faint high wash over him. It shouldn't be enough to affect his memory, but even if it does he'll have the recording. 

Besides. If this continues going well, he'll have plenty more opportunities to… make memories. 

Donnie pulls away again, cupping your face and staring at the mess he's made. Purple liquid drips down your chin, smears across your cheek, stains your clothes where droplets have fallen. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters but the dreamy look in your eyes and the writhing beast in his chest that's finally soothed by the taste of you on his tongue. 

“Open your eyes,” he rumbles, his smile growing even wider when you obey. “Keep looking at me.”

You don't respond, but once again you obey perfectly. His pretty little pet, watching him, holding her mouth open like she should. 

Donnie stands, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down before stepping closer. Your neck cranes back to keep your eyes on him, and he reaches down to trail a finger across his slit, through the slick that's already started to gather there, and shivers at the feeling.

“Right here, love. Use your toohhhmygod-”

The flat of your tongue presses right over where he showed you, moving slowly upward in a maddening drag that has his breath hitching in his lungs. Slow, steady licks have his legs shaking, and then your tongue presses inside, probing, and it's maddening how close he is to dropping already. 

“Oh, god, that's it. Good girl, good fucking girl.” He threads his fingers into your hair, pushing you closer, groaning as your tongue brushes over the head of his cock. He might be embarrassed by how quickly you've made a mess of him if it didn't feel so fucking good. “I'm gonna drop, sweetheart. Open your mouth wide okay?”

Donnie takes a shuddering breath, adjusting his stance, positioning himself so he can drop directly into your pretty mouth. He looks down to see your eyes still locked on his, and his hips buck forward without his permission at the sight. 

“Ready love?”

You give no response, but he hadn't expected one. A broken moan punches out of him when he drops, his cock sliding along your tongue and directly into your mouth. You make a cute, startled sound that vibrates around him, and - this? This is. Oh, this is so good. Soft and warm and wet and - perfect thing that you are, you start to suck without being told, and he can't stop the string of half-coherent praise that tumbles from his lips.

He won't last long like this. Not with your wide, wet eyes staring up at him, not with your head bobbing as you take him like you were made for it. He'd wanted to fuck you properly, to fill you up like he'd always fantasized about, but Jesus fuck it feels so good. 

There's always next time. 

“That's right. Good girl, just like that,” he murmurs, staring down at you through half-lidded eyes. “You're gonna swallow it all when I come, sweetheart. Every drop.”

You whine around his cock, and the vibration pushes him past coherent thought. His hands fist in your hair, holding on tightly as he thrusts into your mouth faster, harsh enough that the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes start to stream down your cheeks. Your throat vibrates around him again as you whimper, as you try to pull your head back, but his hands hold you firmly in place. He sees you trying to shift, your arms twisting behind you in an uncoordinated and futile attempt to break free from the ribbon he'd secured your hands with - and the sight tips him over the edge. 

Donnie groans as he releases into your throat, his hips stuttering in quick little pumps, his eyes rolling back in his head as his fingers tighten further in your hair. You swallow it all, just like he told you just like the perfect pet that you are, and the feeling of your throat convulsing around his cock draws out his orgasm even longer. 

It isn't until his thoughts return that he releases your hair and pulls out, dazed and smiling so hard his cheeks hurt, watching you gasp for air. Never in his life has he felt like that before. The high is still buzzing around in his brain, lingering in his muscles, like a pleasant electricity that tingles and sparks even after the initial shock. He kneels, taking in the tear tracks on your cheeks, and gently cradles your face. 

“Oh, love. We're really going to enjoy ourselves from now on, aren't we?”

You blink up at him, your mouth opening but no words coming out. 

“Don't worry,” Donnie whispers, reaching down and slipping a hand into your pants. He slides his finger between your folds, his pulse quickening with excitement at how soaked you are just from sucking his cock, and starts rubbing slow circles over your clit. “I'm going to take care of you, too, love.”

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Crying over a headache feels pretty fucking stupid. He's been through much, much worse than this; he shouldn't be crying over it.

But.

But it's really bad today. And it's been so many days in a row of this without a break. So many days with this ache in his tympanum, the almost-itch that he can never reach, the pressure in his head that only seems to sharpen over time. It hurts. It hurts. And he's- he's just- exhausted. Drained. So fucking tired of the constant, throbbing pain, of the way he can hear the blood rushing in his tympanum, louder than his own breath, almost like a roar of static that pulses along with his heartbeat.

Leo curls in on himself a bit more, closing his eyes and taking a slow breath in. Out. In. Out. It... sort of helps. (It doesn't. Not really.)

He thinks of you. Wonders what you're up to. Wonders how it might feel to lie with you in your bed while your fingers lightly scratch his scalp. It wouldn't take away the pain, he knows, but... he likes to think it might help him relax a little bit, at least. Surrounded by your warmth, your scent.

He misses you. Isn't that crazy? He's only known you for a few weeks, and he just saw you a couple of days ago, and he misses you so much he can barely breathe.

Something twists in his chest. He... he needs to stop this. Thinking of you like this. It's only going to hurt more in the end if he doesn't find a way to squash this reaching, yearning thing that calls your name and lives in his ribcage. It's going to hurt, and he's tired of hurting. He so fucking tired of hurting.

Leo sniffs. Clutches a pillow to his chest. And tries to think of nothing at all.

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Leo, sinking his cock as deep inside of you as he can, and keeping it there. Leo, holding a vibrator to your clit and seeing how long he can hold out with you writhing and moaning and bucking and whining and clenching around him, wetter and wetter by the second, before he finally lets himself move. Leo, in perfect control until he isn't, and then there's no control at all.

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you cant just go and change your pfp like that, i forgot who you were 😭

Haha my bad, my bad 🙏 in my defense, my username stayed the same!!

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cleric YOUR PFP HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL

Blame Khaya ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[talking about my favorite characters] okay so THESE two come in a bonded pair and if i think about them too hard i start taking poison damage

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I had a dream that some blog I didn't know made a post saying "This is so turtlecleric coded" with "This" being hyperlinked, and when I tried to click the link I woke up. Now I'll never know. I'LL NEVER KNOWWW

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pardon my delay, I'm navigating my head.

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CHESS HELP I CAN'T GET RAFID OUT OF MY HEAD HE'S TOO FLIPPING HANDSOME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

Very fair--

...He's a little busy right now though--

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When he knits you a blanket 💕

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“Mark“ based on this

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Anyone else up thinking about how fucking Raph would be a several hours long affair? First of all, he's huge. Like. Huge. So he has to make sure you're fully stretched and absolutely soaking and basically begging for his cock before he sinks inside of you.

Also. Stamina king pretty please. He'll come inside of you and only pause for a few seconds before he starts thrusting again, fucking his come deeper into you, turning you into a barely coherent, shaking mess long before he's done with you, because you feel so fucking good, and this is something he's been looking forward to for days, and you look so pretty taking his cock but you're also so small - and he can't help going a little feral at the sight.

All time champ of aftercare, as well. He would be anyway, but he sort of has to be, since you're incapable of moving, much less taking care of yourself, after he's done. Which adds at least an hour for cleanup and pampering before he spends the next few hours holding you in his arms and petting your hair while the TV plays softly in the background. And eventually he carries you to bed (which is covered in fresh sheets) and trails his fingers up and down your back, watching you in the moonlight, even after you've fallen asleep.

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magma doobles w friends

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I didn't see till I got off work 😔 45. "Oh, love..."

Mikey doesn't need the chains to hold you in place anymore, but they look so pretty pressing into your skin that he can't bring himself to dismiss them. The soft orange glow provides just enough light to see in the otherwise dark closet, and you look so perfect, bathed in his color, gazing up at him like he's the only thing that matters in the world. You've got that hazy look in your eyes that means the drugs have fully kicked in, and when he crouches in front of you, brushing the backs of his fingers across your cheek, you lean into the touch like you're desperate for it.

Well. You are desperate for it. That's the beauty of it.

His hand slides down to loosely wrap around your throat, and a smile tugs at his lips when you try to speak. All you can manage is a wordless moan, and - oh, he wants to hear you make that sound over and over and over. He uses his free hand to nudge your knees farther apart, then lightly trails his finger along your folds. The chains clink as you jerk in response, a pretty whimper slipping out of you, and he tightens the hand wrapped around your throat before starting a slow drag of his finger, back and forth, over your clit. Your throat convulses beneath his hand, and you manage one word. “Please.”

“Oh, love…” He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You blink, tears gathering in your eyelashes, and his smile sharpens. “We're just getting started.”