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scholastic-dragon · 1 year

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Ooh, that kissing prompt is a good one. It was hard to choose.

I would love some Bayverse Blurple. (Or just Leo or Donnie) and either kissing in the heat of the moment, or laughing while kissing.

Thank you in advance if you take this ask, or if not, that's okay too!

A call for blurple is one that must be answered

For you friend, absolutely

Disclaimer: turtles and reader are over 21 in this because they're drinking. They are adults!!! No minors!!!

Leo x Fem!reader x Donnie

Two Nights

Warnings: some drinking, reader, and turtles get a little tipsy, turtle smoothces, neck kisses, gets a bit steamy and suggestive at the end, vern almost being a co*k blocker, spelling mistakes,

It was Friday.

The sun had set, the night was cold, and yet you and one of your best friends were giggling and sitting up on the roof of your apartment building.

You'd bought cheap wine, chocolates, and candy from the store and just let the weeks stress go.

You popped another chocolate into your mouth and glanced at your friend. A 6' foot tall vigilante turtle with a heart of gold.

The blue banded turtle sighed as he looked out onto the glowing city.

"What really brought you here?" You take a sip from the wine bottle, carefully setting it down between you too.

"I'm so nervous about tomorrow," He chuckled, taking the bottle and having a long sip. He licked his lips, shivering slightly.

Untucking your own blanket, you scoot closer and throw half of it over his shell and shoulders. Thank goodness you picked the large blanket.

"Tomorrow should be exciting, though, right? I mean, it's a big ceremony for you guys and the police station,"

He nods, taking another sip. He offers it to you, and you take it, the liquid starting to make you feel warm and fuzzy.

"You sure we should be drinking? Wouldn't want you to be hungover tomorrow," you chuckle softly. "Or worse, what if Splinter finds out?"

Leo chuckles. "My dad isn't going to find out, and I'm not going to have a lot, just enough for the nerves to calm down,"

You roll your eyes, taking a sip. A harsh breeze rolls through the air, you tuck yourself closer to his side.

He moves his arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his side. His hand resting on your shoulder.

Now that was a warm and fuzzy feeling.

Picking up the cardboard box of chocolates, you pop some into your mouth before offering some to Leo.

He takes one with a smile, both of you enjoying the silence of the city.

"Oh, I also have these!" Digging into your bag you pull out a plastic bag of different assorted candies. All different shapes and colors.

You both picked some out of that, but you got annoyed noticing that Leo was taking all the blue candies.

"Pick a different color! Everyone knows blue jolly ranchers are the best!" You complain, trying to grab said candy from his large palm.

"Have you not seen the mask? It's my thing!" He drops a handful of blue candy into his mouth, chewing loudly.

"You're gross," You nudge his shoulder, wrapping your arms around you.

He laughs, pulling you into his lap, handing you a green jolly rancher.

You angrily take the candy with a mumble of, "it's still not blue," and curl into his chest, resting your head on his shoulder.

He readjusts the blanket, pulling it over the both of you. You feel him sigh heavily, his shoulders were so tense.

"Why are you nervous about tomorrow?" You whisper, your cheek resting on his cool scales.

"I've started to kinda get a fear of crowded spaces, I hate the loud noises and the flashing lights, and then there's a whole section of the party where I have to be on stage with everyone staring at me,"

You nod, chewing on a candy. You wished you could get rid of his fear. "I think tomorrow is going to go great,"

"Yeah?" He peers down at you, you lift your head off his shoulder. "And why is that?"

"'Cause you're fucking awesome and deserve every award the police have,"

He starts chuckling at that, his eyes lighting up. You see the dread and disbelief flash across his face. Oh no, you couldn't have that.

"No, don't doubt it!" You start to poke his sides, making him yelp and try to move away from you.

"Y/n! Stop!"

You kept poking and tickling his sides, making him laugh and scoot back. Since you were on his thighs, you just went with him.

"Say it, and I'll stop!" You started to laugh with him, leaning forward.

"Y/n-"

"Say it!"

Instead of answering, he presses his lips to yours. Normally, you'd freak out, pull back, and ask why he did that. But given the wine, you started to kiss him back, giggling against his plush lips.

His hands landed on your upper back, holding you against his chest. He gently nipped your lip and licked the seam of your mouth.

You opened with a soft moan, giggling even more so as he tounge tasted of blue raspberry.

He pulled back, his eyes glossy and pupils blown wide, his hands rubbing your back comfortingly.

He was just so cute.

You leaned in, giggling and pressing quick pecks to his lips.

"What does this mean for us?" He asks between kisses.

"We'll figure it out tomorrow,"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were buzzing with energy the next night. Staring in the mirror at your dark indigo outfit, the straps made your chest look amazing, and you couldn't wipe the smile off your face.

Your phone buzzed, peering at it, you see that Donnie had texted you the address of the party. You called an Uber and arrived at Verns apartment.

He loved to show off, and these stupid, expensive police parties were a clear favorite.

Giving the bouncer your special plus one card, he leads you to the large open sitting area, full of people.

It was a large room, with vaulted ceilings and a gigantic TV. Everything just looked expensive, and knowing that almost made the place seem ugly.

It's not hard to spot your friends. You happily run up to them, giving large hugs and compliments.

"You guys look amazing!" You gush. Mikey and Raph both gave soft chuckles, adjusting the jackets on their suits.

"April found a tailor that was willing ta do strange measurements," Raph pulled on his red tie, clearly unused to the attire.

"But you are right, babycakes, we look fabulous," Mikey pretended to flip hair over his shoulder.

You giggled softly, turning to Donnie. He was wearing a black suit with a dark purple button-up shirt underneath. He looked very handsome.

"You look great tonight as well," Donnie smiles warmly, gesturing to you.

You shake your head, a small blush dusting your cheeks at just staring openly at him. "Oh, this old thing? It's been in my closet forever," You both laugh softly.

You glance around, taking in the large crowd, then suddenly, something feels out of place.

"Wait, where's Leo?" The boys make awkward faces, glancing to each other, debating on telling you.

"He's...grounded," Mikey rubs his palms on his pants.

"Grounded?" You repeat, glancing between the three of them.

"Yeah, Mr. Honor Boy himself got caught drinking last night. Came home tipsy, and Splinter benched him for a month," Raph crossed his arms over his chest. He almost seemed sorry for his brother: almost.

"What?" Thankfully, the guys took your shook as surprise and not guilt.

"I know, it's completely out of Leo's character! He even volunteered to go to the Hai'shi so he wouldn't have to tell Master Splinter about it," Mikey piped in.

You suddenly felt hot, and guilty. Oh, you knew it was a bad idea to share the wine with Leo.

"Are you alright?" Donnie asked, his hand gently touching your shoulder.

You jumped back: it felt like his touch had burned you.

"I...I need a moment, excuse me," you ducked out through the crowd, only watching the floor, but traveling deeper and deeper into Verns penthouse.

Throwing open the nearest door, you quickly rush inside and slam it shut behind you.

It was an office, whether it was Verns specifically or just for guests you weren't sure. There was a large brown desk to your left with floor to ceiling bookcases lining the wall in front of you and to your right.

You didn't bother to turn on the light, the window behind the desk providing just enough light from nearby buildings.

You started to pace, chewing on your nails.

This was not how the night was supposed to go. You and Leo were supposed to be dates, he had promised to dance all night with you, and you were finally going to discuss...well, whatever it was you both wanted.

You couldn't help the guilt, you had egged him on a little, but you never thought it'd end up like this!

"Y/n?" Donnie's head poked in through the door, he seemed worried. "Are you alright? You looked pretty spooked out there,"

"Yeah, it was just a bit stuffy in there," You waved a dismissive hand, feeling sweat start to drip down your neck.

He nodded, opening the door more and closing it with a light kick of his foot. He came to stand in front of you, a strange smirk on his face as he leaned in and whispered in your ear.

"You sure it's not because you were with Leo when he was drinking?"

Your stomach dropped, your face and neck flushing. "I-Wha....how did you...?"

"He was drunk!" Donnie gave a small chuckle, hooking his thumbs into his suspenders, still leaning down toward your face. "He told me everything,"

"Like, everything, everything?" At his nod, you swallowed hard. You'd be lying if you said you didn't also harbor some feelings toward the purple banded terrapin.

He and Leo had infected your heart and brain, but you never made any moves out of fear. One wrong move would either destroy your relationship or the brothers, and you weren't willing to take the risk: yet.

Your breathing picked up, trying to read his features.

Damn him, and his poker face!

"Are you mad?"

He leaned back, rocking on his heels as he clicked his tongue. "Mad one of us finally made a move? No." He stepped forward, out of instinct you stepped back until your back bumped the bookshelf. "Mad that you kissed him first, a little bit,"

"I...I don't understand," He leaned in, inches away from your face. Even though his hands were still in his suspenders, you felt caged.

He smirked, licking his lips as he leaned in. His lips ghosting your ear as he spoke. "Leo and I know how to share,"

He barely pulled back before you jumped forward, winding your arms around his neck and smashing your lips to his.

He didn't waste a second, one arm pressing into the small of your back and the other entwining his fingers in your hair.

His kisses were hard and passionate, finally letting out all those harbored and stored up feelings.

He pulled you away from the bookcase, his hand moving from your hair to the strap on your outfit.

His fingers dug under the fabric, pulling it down your shoulder, almost ripping the silk as he went.

You gasped. He pulled away, messily kissing down your jaw, then your neck. Placing wet kiss after wet kiss down until he reached when his hand was pushing at your dress strap.

"Donnie," You gasped, feeling his teeth run along your collarbone. He inhaled deeply as he ran his nose up your neck, taking in your scent.

"You smell amazing," He raved, going back in and kissing your swollen lips.

His tongue licked the seam of your lips, and just as you opened, the door swung open.

You and Donnie jumped away from one another, staring wide eyed at an equally shocked Vern.

He had a pretty blonde on his arm and a champagne glass in his hand. Clearly he had the same idea as you two.

He groaned, taking it your appeances. "Really, guys?"

It snapped you out of your daze, pulling up your dress strap and fixing your hair.

Donnie stepped toward Vern, reaching past him to grip the door.

"I'll reimburse you for any broken furniture," He slammed the door in Verns questioning face, locking it, ignoring Verns protests.

He turned back to you. "Wanna see if Verns pure oakwood desk was really worth the money?"

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endusviolence · 3 months

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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.