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You already know who it is, and im in need for some shredder x male reader, (any verse because hes always fine) with some armor on type shit, mask stays on etc plus some holding him down, ya know 😻🫶

Oh I’ve been waiting to write for Shredder 😫

Warning: NSFW

Shredder 1987 x Male! Reader

I Said Sit

The day had been long. Turtle this, turtle that. Sometimes, you really couldn’t stand Kraang, wanting to strangle the bag of brains, but he was your ticket to your salvation.

Your boyfriend, Oroku Saki, as always, was out with his henchmen, fighting the turtles. You knew the game; fight the turtles, run before it got out of hand, and come home. Shredder could really hurt the turtles if he wanted to, but honestly, he enjoyed what he did.

“Going so soon?” Kraang spoke up, you getting up from your spot in the lab, stretching your calves. “Yes, I am. It’s late and I’ve got business to attend to thank you very much.”

“What kind of business?” Kraang lifting a brow, robotic head turning slightly. “That, my friend, is for me to know and you to never find out.” With a small grumble from the alien, you left the room, walking the halls of the technodrone, thoughts escaping your mind.

You haven’t had much time with Shredder lately, you both having the turtles to worry about and technology to improve. Him being the braun and you the brain. Nonetheless, your body had started to ache, yearning for your boyfriends skin.

“Finally.” Muttering to yourself, opening a door, revealing your living quarters, a metallic stench filling your nose. Kicking your shoes off, tossed across the room, you laid on your shared bed, removing your shirt and jeans, getting comfortable.

Closing your eyes, your mind started to race again, instinctively your hand reaching down, rubbing against your bulge, a small jolt coming from your hips. It’s been so long since your touched yourself, your dick now sensitive.

“Fuck..” Voice nothing but a whisper, wrist turning as your hand worked it’s way up and down your shaft. It couldn’t have been more than a minute when the door had opened, reveling the man you dreamt of.

“What the- Y/n? You could’ve waited!” The older male whined, quickly slamming the door, making his way to you. “Can’t help it Saki, you’ve been away too long.”

“Now where we’re we?” You muttered, leaning over Oroku, snatching his scarf from his throat. “Sit down.” You growled, with a fell swoop, his wrists down to his own fabric.

The villain couldn’t help but scruff, pulling his hands at the fabric, binding him. “I said sit!” Pushing Oroku by his shoulders, forcing the master on his knees. “There you go.” You muttered, hands teasing the seams of your boxers. “Take them off.”

Nodding his head, Shredder pryde the fabric off your waist, throwing them behind himself. Hand firm on his shoulder, your other trailed his helmet, rubbing against the edges.

“I’ve missed you.” Oroku whispered, his hands talking for him, gently grabbing onto your dick, precum lathering between his fingers, creating a natural lube to work his way up and down.

Stifling a whimper, your chest rose and fell. The once firm grip now deadly, the Shredders metal pads wanting to bend from the pressure. “I m..missed you too sweetheart..” Your voice breathless.

Hips moving on their own, your vocal cords failed you, small pants and moans escaping your throat, encouraging Shredder to continue.

“Look at you, begging for more.” He teased, hands moving painfully slow. He couldn’t help but give off a small laugh as your furrowed your brows.

“Begging?” Scoffing, your hands moved, grabbing your boyfriend by his throat, mask pressing against your skin. “Oh this is gonna be fun.” You could have swore you felt a shiver underneath your fingers.

Forcing Oroku on the bed, you grabbed his hips, pointing them in the air. “That’s better.” Muttering to yourself, nails digging into his leggings, shredding the polyester, thrusting your arm back.

Shredder, face hot, turn his head, looking at you. “Don’t keep me waiting. I need you.” A small breathe of air left your nose, fingers caressing his sides. “Look who’s begging now. But, if you insist.”

Shrugging, you gave no warning, thrusting yourself into the Shredder, nearly making the man scream while you left out a satisfying sigh. “You feel so good.” A small rumble coming from your throat, hips moving slowly to let the recipient adjust to your size.

“You can move.” His voice nothing but a whine, as your hips moved, the room nearly silent besides the smacking skin and whimpers. “It’s been so long.” You grunted, shaft rippling against Shredders inner walls.

Shredder didn’t say anything, only breathless moaning in return. Funny how a villain could turn into nothing but a whining man underneath you.

Time was forgotten into the moment, neither of you cared. Your dick, moving faster by the minute, a knot forming in your stomach, was all you could focus on. Shredder, dick twitching in his soaked leggings, was left a pleasured mess, muscles weak and he was being pounded.

“I can’t hold much..longer.” Oroku panted, gripping the pillows with his hands, claws tearing them open. “F-fuck. I’m right there.” You replied, rhythm now rapid and sloppy, giving into your desired release.

“YES! Fuck yes!” Shredder screamed, his voice hoarse, chest dropping onto the sheets, thighs shaking as you kept going. Squeezing your eyes shut, the knot in your stomach burst, dick throbbing as you came, a string of pleasure erupting from your throat.

After a moment, you slipped out of your boyfriend, flipping next to him on the bed. “Come here.” Curling against Oroku, laying an arm over his waist, pulling him against you. Shredder couldn’t help but grab onto your hand, squeezing softly. “I love you.” “I love you too Y/n.”

Somebody I Used To Know

Summary: Memory gone, you live your new life, until you spot someone on the television

The Shredder x GN! Reader

Lonely; without companions; solitary. The definition fit you well. Throughout your life you made friends, lost them, so forth and so on. You weren’t unfriendly or anything, but rather empty. Your heart, soul, yearned for something, but you couldn’t scratch even the surface.

You made due, pushing through the school days and work. Finding if you were always busy, you could push your ghosts away. Until one day, you had a day off, and decided to relax for a bit. A little tv wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Screen flashing, you switched channel after channel. Landing on a kids show, a certain character caught your eye. His voice was like static, dawning a metal suit with a purple cape. Setting the remote down, you let yourself drown episode after episode.

You never crushed on anyone, so why is your chest beating so hard now? Was it his charisma? Possibly his physique? You couldn’t really pinpoint it. All you knew, you didn’t feel as empty, like something was filling the void.

As weeks went by, you had a new routine, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles taking over your free time. You couldn’t help it, Shredder captivated you. It was strange, turning off the television made your heart pause, but when you saw his face, heard his voice, it pressed play.

You felt so…alive. People didn’t matter anymore, you were happy, in some ways, but still happy. Your chest didn’t hurt as much, pangs here and there. Today was no different, turning on the television just in time for a new episode. Singing along with the theme song, you couldn’t help but smile, eyes never leaving the villains view.

‘God he’s cute.’ Thinking to yourself, leaning back into your chair, palm supporting your head. Your cheeks formed a pink hue, toothy smile written onto your face, watching a new scheme play out on screen.

“Where did you take them!?” Shredder screamed, nearly pleading to the turtles. It made been years since his lover disappeared. Shredder knew the turtles were harmless, but they must’ve taken them. Right?

“We don’t know where they are!” Raphael replied, sais twirling in his hands. “We cared for them too Shred-Head!”

The Shredder wanted to scream, tear Raphael’s throat out, but all he managed was a snarl, eyebrows nearly touching. “Lies! Where is Y/n?!” Pointing his index finger, commanding his henchmen to attack.

“Wait, what?” Sitting up in your chair, you couldn’t believe what you heard. He said your name. Your..name? It must’ve been a coincidence. There’s millions of people with the same name. You couldn’t shake the feeling away, the one you had grown accustomed to, was now growing, molding into something different, forming into a headache.

Groaning, you rubbed your temples, eyes glued to the screen. As scenes went by, the fight came and went, the episode ending with Oroku Saki holding a picture. Was that you? “Oh my god.” Your voice, barely above a whisper, pain overtaking your body, forcing you to your knees, hands pressing against your head.

Then, the pain went away, replacing itself with pictures, videos….memories. You realized they were memories. Shredder holding you close at night, wrapping his arms around you. Setting you a plate at dinner. Your first kiss. All of it, flashing before your eyes.

You saw it; the day you disappeared. It was any other day, working on the techno-drone, drilling in some metal. Your head hurt, like it had moments ago, then, you were here. A small child with a new mother and father.

As quickly as the memories came, they left, leaving you a mess on the ground. You had lived a lie, believing you were just a no one, but you were someone, to him, to everyone there.

And there was nothing you could do. You were stuck, dimensions away from your lover, your family. “Why?” Your words forming into sobs. Hands covering your face as you mourned. “I wanna go home.” Begging did nothing, pleading did nothing. You were a ghost in a shell, lost in time.

For years you wished the void in your heart was filled, now, you regretted it. The only way you could find peace in your life was through a plastic screen. There, you could see a glimpse of your old life, watching Shredder as the days went by. You weren’t there anymore, but maybe, he could feel you here, through the screen.