Keep Quiet...NSFW!

Keep Quiet...NSFW!

It was movie night in the Lair. Michelangelo had invited you all to join him in watching a bad horror movie and eating too much junk food. You had said yes, of course, you always loved spending time with the turtles. And you knew Leonardo would be there too. His training and your life had gotten in the way of your quality time. And if watching one of Mikey’s old movies meant a little cuddling, then you were all for it. But Leonardo, it seemed, wanted a little more then cuddles. Twenty minutes into the movie, his hand had started rubbing your thigh. You hadn’t minded much but you soon came to regret wearing that short dress. His hand was now between your thighs, rubbing the outside of your panties. Passion began to burn inside of you as his fingers toyed with your pussy. It was too good and you were having trouble resisting. You struggled between pushing him away or asking for more. Maybe it had been too long since you’d spent time together, because you were ready to take him right then and there. Instead you quickly stood up, mumbling about getting something to drink, and speed walked into the empty kitchen. Leonardo had gotten up as well. You knew it. He had followed you into the kitchen. You knew that too. And, as you leaned against the counter, he came up behind you. His hips pressed against your ass, grinding just so. You wanted to moan, but a sudden scream from the TV reminded you how close the others were. Leonardo didn’t seem to care. His hands snuck around your hips, pulling up your dress and revealing your black panties. “You know what is one of the most important things a ninja must study?” he asked, his voice soft. His hands had returned to their little game, rubbing your pussy through the thin material. You shook your head, a spike of passion shooting through you. You knew he would tell you. “Silence. We rely on it. We test ourselves for it. Do you think you can be tested, Y/N? Do you think you can pass?” Your panties were slowly, so slowly, being pulled down. Half way down your thighs, he left them there in display and returned to your pussy. Already, you were wet. Already, you were struggling with holding back your moans. The light from the TV outlined your bodies as his fingers teased you, rubbing circles around your clit. You wanted to cry out. You wanted to say his name, beg him for more. You wanted more then just his fingers. But, you reminded yourself. The others were just outside. One or all of them could walk in at any time and catch you in the dirty little act. The thought only made you wetter, though, and Leonardo smiled. He had you right where he wanted you. “You’re doing so well, love.” the turtle whispered, encouraging you. “You’re doing so good, not making at sound for me.” He kissed your neck, your weakness (one of many at his disposal) and you nearly moaned. But you didn’t. You thought that, perhaps, that was it. You were horny as hell, your juices streaming down your thighs, but his fingers had stopped teasing you. You felt relief. Until you realized that he was listening. Someone was coming. Mikey had come into the kitchen, reaching for some extra snacks when he noticed you. You thanked the universe that it was too dark for him too see. You retracted that thank you when Leonardo continued his little game, even faster this time. Even better. You barely managed to gold back a scream as Leonardo’s fingers began to rub you quickly. “You two okay?” Mikey asked. Leonardo answered for you. “Yeah. Y/N’s got a little headache though. We might just head to bed here shortly.” “Aw, that sucks! I hope you feel better.” You nodded quickly, praying that Mikey would just leave already, and the turtle turned around and left. Leonardo kissed your neck once again, whispering “You’re almost there, love, almost done. Can you finish for me?” Moans were bubbling up inside of you, threatening to spill out. You wanted to scream and shout his name but, no, it would ruin the game. You nodded. And Leonardo slid and finger inside of your pussy. You shook with pleasure as his finger slowly fucked you. Your legs nearly gave out when he added another one. You were shaking and shivering and, fuck, you were so close. You were going to cum and you wondered if it was allowed. You wondered if cumming was a part of his test. Leonardo could feel your passion about to burst inside of you and said into your ear, “Cum. Right here, with everyone so close. Of you can keep quiet, you’ll be rewarded…if you can’t, you’ll be punished.” Just as he finished, you came, his name being chanted in your mind. Your juices spilled out of your pussy as your hips rocked. But you did it. You didn’t make a single sound. You had passed his test. Leonardo smiled as he removed his fingers, licking your juices off of them. God, if He wasted one more second teasing you…But he didn’t. He pulled up your panties and picked you up, holding you to his chest. Your arms wrapped around the turtle as he gave you a quick kiss. “I believe you have earned a reward, love.” He walked out of the kitchen and towards his bedroom, casually telling the others a quick goodnight. When the door was locked and you were both naked, Leonardo smiled sweetly. “Let’s see how loud I can make you.” be said, his voice dripping with lust. You whimpered now and the turtle smirked. He could do better then that. Much better.

So I did a thing

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It’s NSFW (Minors Dni)🔥

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Ready? 💙

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Enjoy babes!

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Blue Neon 💙

Leo x OC🥵🤤🌶

Severus: Shit, we’re gonna die.

Dumbledore: Now, I don’t wanna hear that negative attitude. Look on the bright side!

Severus: Yay, we’re gonna die! Woooo!

Tattoos

Pairing: Tonowari & Ronal / Reader

Word Count: 1,297

Warnings: Minor Way of Water spoilers, minor pain.

Summary: Every Metkayina receives a tattoo after an important life event, and tattoos hold a deep meaning. After defeating a beast to protect your people, the time has come for you to receive another.

Tattooing was a sacred practice to your people. A tattoo on one's chest represented safety and security. Tattoos on one's arms were the marks of a warrior; signifying strength. You were due for the latter. You sat in your home, head bent forward as cool hands swept across your back. Ronal was nothing if not thorough. You shuddered while her fingertips took their time tracing their way across your skin, the pads of them making a journey over your left shoulder blade and onto your arm itself.

"It should be here." Her hand grasped the top of your bicep. It wasn't far from your first tattoo; a circlet of dark waves around your muscle that you had received as a young hunter. "The mark of a warrior." Her hand lingered longer than it needed to, filling your heart with warmth. Though you weren't fragile in the slightest, she still handled you gently. It was endearing.

"I am not a warrior," you stated bluntly. "I hunt."

She squeezed your shoulder once firmly and let go, rising off of her knees to cross the floor of your shared home. You didn't turn; listening to her movements rather than watching them. You heard her shuffle around and knew she was gathering the necessary items to complete your ritual.

"You are a warrior." Her footsteps were becoming closer once again. The netting beneath the two of you dipped as she joined you once more. She knelt at your side and took your arm in her hands again. You turned your head to meet her gaze.

Passionate.

Ronal was passionate. It was one of the things you loved about her; and you would never deny that fact. Your love for her was something to be proud of.

"If that is what you say," you relented. Truthfully, trying to refute anything she said was a waste of time. She had a comeback ready for everything, iron clad points always in tow. Even now she smiled wryly. She leaned forward, rewarding your agreement with a gentle touch of her forehead on yours.

"It is." You felt her breath against your face when she spoke. You yearned for her to move closer. To break the gap between you. But at the same time, you reveled in the tenderness behavior a simple forehead touch. She pulled back, her head turned towards the entrance of your home. Your eyes followed hers. In the entryway was a form you recognized well. The completion of your heart. Tonowari's head was tilted every so slightly to the side with question.

"Is it ready?" He asked.

"Nearly." Ronal's fingers moved up and down on your arm, digging ever so slightly into one spot. It was her duty to find the perfect spot to mark your skin with ink. The place that Eywa would approve of; and the place that you would approve of. "Have you come to watch?"

"I have come to help." Amusement punctuated his words. He stride forward and knelt down in front of you, joining both you and Ronal where you sat. He reached out and took your other hand, cradling it in his palm. "Are you feeling well?"

You scoffed, playful. "Ma Tonowari, I have been tattooed before," you said. "I am not a baby."

"She is feeling fine." You yelped when Ronal delivered a swift pinch to your arm, gathering a small bit of skin between her thumb and forefinger. "No disrespect, ____. Be kind."

She reprimanded you like you were a child. You huffed. Your banter was light-hearted, as always. You would never say anything that would truly upset your mates, just as Ronal would never do anything that truly harmed you. Tonowari watched the both of you exchange words and a fondness overtook his expression. You looked up just in time to spot it. The way his eyes crinkled around the edges when he smiled. The warmth they held. You twisted your lips into an exaggerated pout.

"I am sorry," you said to him. "Forgive me."

"Enough of you," he said, setting his second hand atop yours, keeping it held gently between his. "It is time to begin. If you feel pain-"

"Do not be soft," Ronal interjected. "There will be pain." There was a pause in her words where her own softness leaked through. "It should not be extreme."

"It will not be." You flashed her a reassuring smile, displaying your fangs with the expression. "I am a warrior. Remember?"

"I should have known you would use that." She grabbed your arm a final time, her fingers forming a circlet on the limb. You dutifully fell silent and turned away. While you weren't a coward, you still didn't enjoy the feeling of watching the tattooing practice. Especially when the practice was going on you. Soon after you turned, pinpricks of pain scattered across your flesh. You grimaced.

"Breathe." Tonowari's hands clasped yours firmly while Ronal worked. You dutifully took a deep breath, air rattling through your lungs. The pain wasn't awful. You were slowly getting used to it. Ronal was quick and efficient. You could hear her murmuring to your left, small prayers to Eywa and recollections of your accomplishments. Despite the pain that came alongside the ritual, you couldn't help but revel in the way she held your arm. A tight but gentle grip. A firm, yet somehow lenient hold. Your thoughts could be full of her forever and somehow it still wouldn't be long enough.

And then of course, there was Tonorwari. Strong was easily the word that first came to mind when your thoughts were of him; though he was far more than that. He was kind. He was respectful. He murmured as well, but his words were not for Eywa. They were for you.

"Brave," he was saying. "You are brave."

"It is a tattoo," you replied.

He shook his head and slid one of his hands up your arm. Ronal held your left. He held your right.

"You earned it through bravery," he said. "And you are brave receiving it."

The mere sincerity of his words made your heart beat faster. It was as though the organ was trying to beat hard enough to make itself jump and escape out your throat. Your mates gentle smile turned knowing. Knowing, and teasing.

"Breathe."

You gnashed your teeth together in a mock-snarl, letting him see your fangs. He bared his teeth back once, indulging your playful antics. Then his gaze slid to Ronal's work. You suddenly became aware of the fact that the pain had stopped. He had distracted you, you realized. He drew your attention from the tattooing process, and now it was done.

"What is it?" You asked. You could see a swirling symbol of darkened blue and black on your skin, but it wouldn't be recognizable as any shape until it fully took to you.

Ronal sat back on her heels, admiring what she had done. Admiring you. Again, your heart kicked furiously. You imagined if it could speak that it would likely warn you it was about to explode.

"Water," she responded. Her finger traced a faint shape around the mark, mercifully not touching the raw skin itself. "Surrounding the beast."

"Sentimental."

She huffed and lifted herself up partially, pressing her lips to your hairline. "You are welcome," she said.

You closed your eyes contentedly. This was where you belonged; with your people, in your home on the sea.

With your mates in the place you shared, which was sacred to only the three of you. That was enough to keep you happy for as long as you lived. The memory of your joy would live on long after your death, forever kept alive in Eywa for anyone who wished to listen.

"Thank you," you responded.

why would anyone care about young Henry Turner when we have this hot middle-aged spaniard with fantastic water hair

I have another tiny Earthspark moment I want to bring attention to, obviously SPOILER if you haven't seen the show.

In episode 9, when OP and Megs are having their initial disagreement, there's a two second period where a lot of great little moments fly by. First we get Megs and his unbeatable scowl, and OP looking more than a little frustrated with his husband.

Then, Mo calls out to "Mr. Optimus" from across the way, drawing their attention. Both immediately look less grumpy.

The camera then begins to move quickly, making it very easy to miss what happens next... Megatron smiles.

I made another slowed down GIF just to try and catch it more clearly, because it is BEYOND sweet to me that Megs is so close to this family that their mere presence lifts his mood.

If you need me I'll be crying the happiest little tears~