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SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE MIRAGE X CYBERTRONIAN READER I BEG 😭😭😭😭

Leonardo

One shots:

BayVerse!TMNT x mutant!f!Reader(Platonic)

Warnings: trauma,cussing, kidnapping,fluff,angst. Lmk if I missed anything

Summary: The boys always knew that they had to rely on each other but what happens when someone they never knew they had is found, and just like them?

“I don’t understand, why can’t we get into Sacks building at night?” Mikey asks looking around at his three brothers. “I mean I can try to hack into his security systems and block it and get in there and grab the Mutagen and leave” a smile is thrown from Mikey to Donnie.

“So we get in and get out.” Raphael shakes his head turning around and grabbing his Twin Sai’s and walks out of the lair towards the exit, with the boys following behind him.

-

“Stop talking so loudly Mikey, you idiot they’ll hear you” Mikey turns around looking at Leo with a Sheepish smile before dropping down into the lab. Looking around the huge lab they notice that there’s a lot more than just one Mutagen. One that would require a living being to create that much.

Donnie looks at them with a confused look before looking around for anything that can clear it up. Opening another door, he looks around freezing on a container. Meanwhile Raph trying to talk to Donnie but getting no response making him go over to him. “Can’t you hear m-“ he pauses looking at what Donnie sees. Without looking away Raph goes into the other room more not taking his eyes off Container. “Leo…Mikey get in here you need to see this.” Raph says before mumbling asking the unconscious mutant turtle in the container. He notices that it’s a woman and she looks older than them.

“Holy shit. We have to get her out of here.” Leo doesn’t waste a second before figuring out how to get her out of there. “Come on help me you idiots”

Snapping out of it the other three run over to help Leo figure out how to get the mutant out. Before their only focus was the mutagen but now they needed to know who this turtle is and where she came from. “Are you sure she’ll be okay?” Mikey grunts as he climbs back up to where they dropped down. Grabbing the woman he pulls her up first while Donnie runs around grabbing as much Mutagen as possible.

Getting to the Lair took a lot longer than usual considering Raphael is carrying the mutant. After setting her down on the couch, they all stand there looking at her confused. “Run some tests” Leo mumbles to Donnie before walking off trying to process it.

-

Waking up on something soft throws you off, quickly sitting up not being the best idea feeling a pounding sensation in your head. Looking around you notice a camera system but no one in the room. The mumbling of voices makes you stand up walking towards it slowly. Leaning against the door you hear muffled voices. “We don’t know who she is!” “We can’t just kick her out!” “She’s like us!” The voices say talking over each other. Opening the door I see four men. The voices stop,turning to look at me, eyes wide. I look at the one with the blue mask. “leonardo?..” I turn “Raphael?” Tearing up ii look at the last two. “donatello…? michelangelo? Oh my god” I go to take a step towards them but stop when they take a step back getting defensive.

“How do you know our names?” Leo steps forward glaring down at you. “I’m sorry you guys don’t remember me..um I was also an experiment when you boys were just little babies, When Dr. O’Neil burned down the building I was in a separate room from you boys and Splinter. They didn’t want us to have any type of connection. Little April she didn’t have time to save me, and Sacks got to me before she could. He’s been using me for years,but enough about me you boys are all grown up.” I smile slightly wanting to go over to them.

“That still doesn’t explain why he kept you from us, why would we have a connection?” Raph stays still not fully trusting you enough to let his guard down.

Sighing I step slightly closer to him before slowly raising my hand smaller hand that matches theirs to Raph’s face. “Because you boys are my sons..” I smile at them. “I’ve been hoping one day I would see you guys again.” I hear multiple sharp intakes of air around me. Glancing around I motion the other three to come closer. Holding their hands.

“But…we where told that you where dead” Mikey tears up laying his head on your shoulder. I tilt my head laying it on top of his before looking up slightly at the other three pulling them closer. Donnie on my other shoulder and the other two leaning their foreheads against mine.

“I’m here now…that’s all that matters. Not going anywhere.” Even in the tired, weak,and underweight state your body is in doesn’t stop you from holding your boys close.

“Now where’s Splinter? I need to thank him for raising wondering sons.”

At the end of the day you would go through all this again just to get to this point again no matter what. The boys have their mother and their mother has them.

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A/N: This was my first TMNT fic so it’s probably not great but I’m working on it. I don’t write much unless you send requests I love doing them. They are Open right now. Look at my Masterlist to see who I write for!♥️ thank you for reading Darlings!

i just realized—

maybe i have a type:

I’ve been looking for a smut like this and I’m glad I found it😌

I lost this earlier, but I’m glad I took a screenshot lol,,, this is SUCH a good request!! Marc in the suit is so fucking hot he is the loml (here’s the link to the 500 followers celebration!!) warnings: sex in the suit, light degradation

Glowing White

#98: “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

#71: “You like it that much, hm?”

#56: “I want you so bad.”

Marc thinks the suit is ridiculous. The hood, the cape, the glowing eyes; the first time he looked in the mirror after getting into the suit, he nearly laughed. So when he started dating you, he wanted to make sure that you never, ever, saw the suit. Really, why would a gorgeous woman like you want a man who galavants around in what can essentially be boiled down to a fucking mummy costume?

But sometimes, circumstances just can’t be helped.

When you start to accompany Marc on missions, trying to keep him grounded after his battles with some of the worst people the world has to offer, you can’t help but see Marc in his suit, glowing eyes and all.

And it’s fucking hot.

Marc thinks he looks ridiculous, but you’re stunned at the way the white gauze wraps tightly over bulging muscles, the glowing white eyes, so far from his familiar brown ones. The way his cape flutters around him as he lays swift punches against his opponents, not missing a beat. He’s an animal in the field, a force to be reckoned with.

A god.

So when you and Marc finally arrive back to the hotel, still in his suit, you can’t stop thinking about how soft the gauze is, about how cold and severe those eyes would look staring into yours as he sinks his cock into you. You can see the suit slowly unraveling as you step though the door, and the desperation can’t be hidden in your voice as you whip around, thankfully to a cold blue gaze, and whisper, “please don’t take it off.”

And you can see his body stiffen up, already concerned, before you’re wrapping your arms around his thick neck, murmuring, “you- you looked too fucking good tonight baby. So, so good, so hot. You- you looked like a god, Marc. Oh please, please, you have to realize how fucking sexy you look like this.” Your voice is whiny, embarrassing, but when Marc is towering over you like this, a predator over his prey, you are a slave to the way your knees buckle, the way your pussy throbs.

“You- you like this, sweetheart? The suit?” He asks, and you can’t believe you’ve never brought it up before, how sexy he looks in that suit.

“Yes, yes, oh my god, yes. I couldn’t stop thinking about it while you were fighting, baby, protecting me so well. I-I couldn’t stop thinking about getting you here, you fucking me so good like you always do. Been soaked the entire night, Marc.” You’re gripping his hood softly, where you’d usually grab his hair, as you feel his gloved hand slide down, down under your skirt, cupping your cunt through your panties. You gasp softly, cheeks burning with embarrassment, knowing he can feel how completely wrecked you are.

“You like it that much, hm? This outfit. The sweat. The fucking blood? It’s got you fuckin’ dripping sweetheart.” You can hardly register the teasing; he’s already drawing your panties to the side, pressing his fingers against your cunt. The gloves are an unfamiliar sensation, but the friction, oh, the friction is too fucking good.

“Yes, yes,” you whine. “I want you so bad baby. Want you to fuck me so bad, need that thick cock in me. You look so good, so powerful. My moon knight, oh god.”

And he’s shoving you backwards onto the hotel bed, cape fluttering behind him as his glowing eyes bore into yours. He’s frantic, feral, as he rips your skirt and panties down your legs in a swift move. You’re trying to help him, taking off your shirt, unhooking your bra, but it’s hard to concentrate when Marc’s suit begins to unravel, just a bit, until his thick cock springs out, dripping and red.

He pumps it roughly in his gloved hand, heaving, as he mutters, “Jesus Christ, baby. Didn’t know you wanted that, wanted me like this. I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

And you can’t help but shove two fingers into your throbbing cunt, watching him, eyes clenched in bliss as he fists his cock. It’s the only skin he has visible, and fuck, it’s like you’re in the presence of something otherworldly, something utterly divine. You throw your head back onto the pillows, moaning loudly as you shove your fingers into your dripping pussy, so close, so close, but then Marc’s ripping your hand away viciously.

“The only thing going in that pussy tonight is my dick, sweetheart,” he grunts, pinning your hands over your head.

“Then why don’t you get to it, and fuck me like we both know you want to, Marc?”

Marc lets out a quick laugh that sounds almost pained, before he’s slamming his cock into without warning, muffling your scream with a gloved hand over your mouth. He barely gives you a second to breathe through the stretch of him before he’s pounding into you with the strength of a god, ramming into your squelching pussy without remorse.

Your hips are twitching, and you can’t decide whether you’re trying to get away or closer to his unrelenting hips, the pleasure of it almost too much to handle.

Marc can’t seem to stop talking, muttering into your ear that, “it’s like you’re constantly desperate for this cock baby. This suit really does it for you? Are you really that much of a slut?” And you want to defend yourself, but he’s already nodding, fucking into you even harder, as he says, “we both know you are, sweetheart. Such a fucking slut for this cock. Could barely wait till we got home, probably soaked the car seat with how much this sweet little cunt was leaking. Fuck, fuck, baby, this pussy’s so good.”

And you feel bleary, barely there while Marc’s cock splits you open, slamming into you until you see stars, and you can feel yourself winding tighter, tighter—

Until you look into the glowing white of his eyes, and you scream as you gush around his fat cock, unable to look away from him for even a second.

Marc follows you quickly, pumping thick cum deep into your pussy, punched out whines escaping his throat as he buries his face into your neck, whispering, “fuck, you’re so good, baby, your pussy’s so fucking good. Love this pussy, love you sweet girl, o-oh god.”

It takes a few minutes for the both of you to start breathing somewhat normally again, Marc lowering himself down next you. You smile as the suit melts away to reveal the flushed face of your boyfriends, and you cup his cheeks gently to give him a soft kiss.

“Thank you baby,” you whisper, burrowing yourself into his broad chest.

Marc wraps his arms around your back, pulling you impossibly closer, “anytime sweetheart. Love you so much.”

You look up into familiar chocolate eyes, loving and warm, as you utter a soft “I love you too, Marc. My moon knight.”

PEDRO PASCAL for Entertainment Weekly || December 2020