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fuck it blurple time
donatello/reader; female reader; rated t
...He can smell you, here.
You must've taken a nap here this afternoon, he thinks, turning his face into his pillow. His eyes close, his lungs filling with the proof that you were in his bed. Using his pillow. Inside his sheets. You sleep here more than you sleep in your own bed sometimes, it seems.
He's having trouble remembering that that shouldn't be the case. That you have your own room in the lair. That you're not... his. Even as much as he wants you to be. Even as much as you are, in almost every way that matters.
...God. God, he wants you. He wants you so fucking much—
A soft, familiar sound has him unfurling his fingers from his pillow where he'd been gripping it to his face like it was the softness of you he craved to consume. He turns his head and sees you hovering in his door, your back to him as you shut it as quietly as possible so as not to disturb his brothers. They're both asleep, he assumes from the way you're trying to sneak. It's not like you think he's the one asleep. That he wouldn't know you were here.
It's a familiar ritual, this dance, like all of the others. How you pad across his room, kicking off your slippers next to his bed. How you pull away his blanket off his body. How you slide into his sheets and pull them over the both of you. How you curl against his soft shell, tucking your knees into the back of his, pressing your thighs close and nuzzling the edge of his carapace with your nose. You're warm, just like always, and yet the feel of you makes him hot.
"...Donnie?" you ask, your voice soft in the darkness between you.
"What?" he asks, going still when you hesitate.
"...Is... Is everything okay?" you ask, voice small, and oh. Oh. Not this question again. Not the question that he can't answer, not to a face as open and honest and perfectly not his as yours.
"Yeah." It's a lie. He knows it. He knows you know it.
...He wants to turn around. To bury his face into the crook of your neck. To wrap himself around you and press you to his heartbeat. He wants to kiss you. To trail his beak down your throat. Feel your pulse beneath his tongue. He wants to slide his hands beneath the shirt that was once his but now is only ever found hiding your curves from his covetous eyes. He wants to taste the sound of his name in your mouth. He wants to feel your skin against his keratin; purposeful, damp with sweat, smelling like the two of you twining together. He wants to—
God. He wants to consume every piece of you you'll give.
But he knows he won't. He won't turn around. Because it's different. A violation of the pact you've made. Something new. Something frightening.
...And, he silently admits, staring at the wall before him—he's afraid of who else he'll smell on your skin. Whose sharp canine teeth have been tracing your pulse, writing his name into it like a brand of ownership. Taking the space that should be Donnie's like it's just that easy.
He hates Leo, he decides, feeling his brow ridge furrow, for that, more than anything else.
Then, because you're you, because you are the most perfect creature he's ever known, because you are the other half of him, you seem, almost, to sense his turmoil. Then, as easily as you do everything else, you soothe it.
Gentle hands press along an old wound. He doesn't regret them, the scars. It's the proof that you're here. Unmarked. As perfect as you should be. His blood for yours, traded willingly on an altar that had brought him to his knees before he'd known how to pray. He sees the grief on your face, sometimes, when you look at them, and it's... it's a conflict. On the one hand, it infuriates him; to think that he'd ever let any harm come to you when he's at your side? Maddening. But, on the other—knowing that you'd give your flesh for his, that a piece of you feels the same, even if only for this—god. Donnie only hopes the sound stays in his lungs where you can't hear.
And, in an instant, in the inky black of his room, everything changes.
Your lips, soft as moonlight, ghost against the memory of his devotion. His lungs catch on a gasp, eyes staring, unseeing, his heart itself seizing in his chest. It's—It's impossible, what his keratin is feeling, and yet—
Like rain, your brushing kisses trace the line of his scar. Each inch bathed in relentless love, warm and soft and aching. He feels himself tremble, feels the way you press into him in response, your mouth only more sure against his shell. Only then does he remember to breathe, his eyes clenching shut against the barrage of you.
The sensation is like ecstasy. Stupid with it, he arches his spine, pressing into you, silently accepting anything, everything. Softly, your palm glides along the edge of his carapace, holding on as you dip your head, kissing and kissing and kissing. He can't think of anything else. Every thought is obliterated, leaving only the smell of you in his pillow as he turns his face, fingers curling into his sheets, entire body quaking to the tempo of your care.
Only the years of training ironed into his soul keeps him from turning, from pulling, from showing you everything he's kept safe behind this wall. But he can't help but let one little piece through—the soft lovesick whimper that he can't hold back; the proof for your ears, should you hear it, of exactly what you do to him.
Do you know? he wonders, sinking into the sensations as if embracing a dream. Do you know how much he—?
#tmnt#rise#blurple villain au#my fic#haha!! hahahahahhaahha!!! i'm!!!!! not at all affected by gb's art what are you talking about?????#donatello/reader#rating: t
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TimBuzz has a very specific dynamic—
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Lmao.
#buzz cohen fanart#buzz cohen art#buzz cohen#tim drake fanart#tim drake art#tim drake#TimBuzz fanart#TimBuzz art#TimBuzz#ron’s art tag#shut in the fuck up ron#hear me out—#HAHAHAHAHHAAHHA-/#Buzz: This guy pays for everything I want and need. It’s great.#His Football Team jokingly: Oh so you have a sugar daddy.#Buzz: …Yeah…? Well…more like a sugar dweeb. But like to-may-to to-mah-to.#Team: …???#His team thinks it’s some older guy or some shit until this twinky looking dweeb walks in and hands off his Black credit card#to Buzz before fucking off to wherever and Buzz is like “Who wants to hit the pub?”#And they’re all just starring at him in abject *horror* because—#“IS THAT FUCKING TIM DRAKE?! AS IN ONE OF BRUCE WAYNE’S KIDS TIM DRAKE?!#SHAREHOLDER OF WAYNE ENTERPRISES TIM DRAKE?! T H E G U Y T H A T G O T S H O T O N L I V E T E L E V I S I O N??”#And Buzz is just— “Yep!”#Buzz lovingly has Tim’s name as “Direct Deposit” on his phone.
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well, i do have covid
#can’t go to my sisters wedding!!!!!!!! hahahahahhaahha#ending it all#this WOULD happen to me#with the luck i was having during this trip#text#delete later
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ang landi niyo pong dalawa.. kainggit
Uyyyyy wag ka mainggit! Di ko naman siya jowa 🥲🥲🥲
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wanna ask for input on this gifset but girlies I don't wanna give it away
#but idk if you're a glee fan feel free to privately ask what's up and maybe you'll know enough about the thing to also have an opinion#GOD that sounds sus HAHAHAHAHHAAHHA#NOBODY READS MY POSTS ANYWAY#um what if i said im doing more tarot gifs lmao
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Patrick farted in agony as spongebob taunted him.
“Paul-y boo boo thinks your a freaky krab! “
patrick burped then Cried then giggled like a schoolgirl.
he smiled like Jeff the killer then farted in cheese.
“im krabby patty! paul wikes me and me onwy”
and before Time could stop SpongeBob was dead on the floor. Patrick then hit the Woah then flew away.
………
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Hoy kean, may pa add add kana haaa HAHAHAHAHHAAHHA miss mo'ko?
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OUCH
dumbass wont listen to ppl.
HAHSHAHAHSHAGSG
dokjas just suffering today
sorry sooyoung, dokjas protective
joonghyuk trauma
HAHAHAHAHHAAHHA
I GUESS HELL HAVE TO DIE LMAOOOOOOOO
anyway just the fact that dokja was the first person joonghyuk thought to go to. thats all.
so right sooyoung
uh oh
#orv#omniscent reader#omniscient reader's viewpoint#omniscient reader webtoon#orv reread#orv spoilers
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Never have I ever used a sex toy whilst drunk?
hahahahahhaahha i lovee basic wuestions😇 (of coursee lol)
♡send me an ask so ill get drunker♡tip and ill chug even more♡
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I HAVE THE POLLS OPTION HAHAHAHAHHAAHHA
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JUST FIDTSSJDNNDKZKSJDJJXJDJDJDJDJDJD YELLOW YAKS VS ORANGE OCELOTS GOD HAHAHAHAHHAAHHA
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I JUST REALIZED I SKIPPED THE DATE OF MY ONE YEAR OF BEINB HERE ON TUMBLR LOLLL
But wowww about a year of annoyinh people
HAHAHAHAHHAAHHA
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The cake is baking and they can't find the hand mixer to make the icing. Foolish and Karl decided to go swimming Tina won't let them on stream in case people take photos of their nipples
HAHAHAHAHHAAHHA
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Nag lilibog kana naman hahahahahahahaha
HAHAHAHAHHAAHHA TAPOS NA
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Do sum to do with toes ongg
Hahahahahhaahha no (ik who u r bestie)
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Happy 200+ followers to me! Oh my god I just opened Tumblr, I didn’t knew that my notifications blew up with 99+ notes because of my new NaMoChaeng one shot update HAHAHAHAHHAAHHA i’m in disbelief right now that it’s about to reach 100+ read and it will be my first one shot to do so. Thank you everyone so much!!! <3 <3
- Knight ⚔
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