#Raph: 'oh you regenerated knees

[dakotafinely]

Turts and april with a s/o who has deadpool powers/ healing factor please?

FASCINATING!!

Okay, okay, hold on. DeadPools powers are like, regenerative right? Sort like Warren Stone’s but cool. So like, even if there’s a molecule of him left he’ll still regenerate? I’m not sure how his powers work but. I’m gonna assume it works like that.

(Don’t worry we’re not going that far, just wanna traumatize my bois a lil’ bit)

(Gosh this gets really long)

Raph:

After months of persisting, he finally gave in and let you go with him on a mission

And so far so good, you listened and stuck with him like you’d promised

Then came actually having to fight the Foot Clan

Not that you can’t fight, it’s just- well you know, a fight against literal paper ninja’s

You had fought off at least five of them when one finally got the better of you, sneaking up from behind just in enough time that

Slice

Raph practically fainted at the sound of your scream

Looking back in horror to see you, cowering on the floor with an arm twitching on the floor as you gripped the bleeding shoulder

It was a blind rage from there, he saw nothing but target’s of a rage he hadn’t felt in years

When it was finally over, Foot Brute and Lieutenant barely making it out before Raph could catch them, he made his way over to you in a panic

The adrenaline fading into fear as the others crowded around you, he gently shoved them to make room for him to be face to face with you

Where you smiled at him, that comforting smile you give him whenever you know he’s feeling overwhelmed, it makes him feel even more guilty as he should be the one trying to comfort you

He was apologizing, regretting having let you go, you hushed him

“Raph, baby, chill, my arm’ll be back in like, a week tops.”

Annnnnnnnnnnd, he fainted for real this time

Donnie:

You promised you wouldn’t touch any of the tempting big red buttons

You swore of it

But... big red buttons. Big Red Buttons I say!

Unfortunately for you, you touched the most dangerous button first

One that shot a circular saw at the unexpected victims hand, cutting it off

Donnie ran dropped the coffee mugs in his hands and bolted out of the room as he heard your shriek 

Now, you’d told him before any of this about your powers, hence why you were in his lab in the first place. He wanted to take a study of it and you were willing to it because aye, why not?

However, as he saw you bent over, blood dripping between your fingers and onto the now severed hand on the floor. His mind did not bring up your regenerative powers

“Oh Mi Gosh!! I Told You Not To Press The Buttons!” He shouted, not in anger, but in panic, rushing over to you as he scrambled to find his first aid kit. Which, despite always putting it in the same place, he’d forgotten where it was stashed to begin with.

“Why do you have a button to saw off peoples hands???“ You retorted with gasp of pain. Watching him scramble to open the first aid kit. Trying to bandage you up with shaky hands

As the pain eased, you began to realize more and more of your boyfriends silent panic. The shaky hands, the slow exhales of air in order to slow his heart rate. And the tiny tears that were on the brink of breaking through to his eyes

“Hey... hey,” you say making him meet eyes with you “relax, it’ll be back in a week. I know your worried about only having one hand for shell scritches.” You say with smile, trying to make him laugh.

A scoff and an eye roll is what you get, but a smile nonetheless eases onto his face.

“Yes, that’s clearly what I’m worried about right now.” He retorts

“I know, I know, your always so selfish. Guess that’s why I love you Dee.”

Leo:

To be fair, you totally thought you could make that trick flip

Not your fault that you fell off the skateboard and scraped your face against the cement

Leo watched your body roll across the floor in slow motion, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just seen

Mostly because he couldn’t

You were usually the one teaching him tricks that watching you fail one so dangerous made his body tense

He finally snapped back to current time as he heard you groan, curling up as you gripped your face

Leo turning pale as he saw one part of your face on the complete opposite side of the ramp. Blood trailing to you it made him want to gag a bit at the sight.

He rushed to as you sat up, still gripping the left side of your face with a hiss

“Oh mi gosh, are you okay!?” He asked

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you saw, pulling your hands away to see if you had any blood “wow, that’s a lot,” you comment as you stare at your drenched hands, looking up

Leo’s color was gone, completely, as he stared at your freshly skinned face, blood oozing down onto your chin as he could see in HD the definition of you face muscles

“...Leo? Leo!”

He woke up, slowly sitting up in before the night before hit him like a brick wall.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” Leo called out, bolting off his bed (unsure of how he got there now that he thought about it)

To find you, in the kitchen, talking to Dee. Half your face bandaged as you held a nice cup of OJ

“So, yeah, at least, that’s what I’ve noticed about my regeneration,” “Fascinating.”

“(Y/n)!” “Oh hey Leo, you okay love? Your head made a pretty loud thud hitting the floor last night.”

Leo stutters before pointing at your face

“Me!? What about you!? Half your face was taken off by the cement last night!”

“Yeah, but like, I can regenerate and you could’ve totally had a concussion. You kinda take the priority babe.”

And for once, Leo’s at a loss for words. Bumbling and stuttering trying to find a response.

“You can regenerate???”

Mikey:

You were chopping onions for Mikey as he practically danced around the kitchen to prep dinner. The recipe called for an oddly large amount of onions, granted you were sure having someone as big as Raph to feed probably meant Mikey quadrupled the recipe.

Constantly having to stop and rub your eyes as they got blurry from tears. At first it wasn’t all to bad, but with onion you finished up it began to feel as though you were rubbing your eyes every second chop.

You eventually get frustrated, and continue chopping even as your vision gets blurrier and blurrier. Just wanting to complete that part of the recipe and move on.

Eventually you accidentally chop off a finger due to your recklessness

Mikey jumps at your unexpected scream, whipping around and turning pale at the sight. Seeing blood cover the onions as you gripped your hands so hard your knuckles turned white.

Looking at the finger left to lay on the chopping board before snapping back to reality as you let out a groan of pain.

“Oh mi gosh! (Y/n) what happened? Are you alright?” he asks quickly pulling out the first aid kit he keeps in a drawer to patch up your hand.

“Yeah, sorry! I just got frustrated with the onions,” You say, wiping your eyes of tears both from the pain and the stupid onions. A moment of silence falls between you before you let out a growl of frustration.

“What? Is the bandage to tight?”

“No! I just realized I ruined all the onions I just chopped!”

“Love... you do realize you cut off a whole finger right?”

“Yeah, but that’ll come back in a week. I can’t regenerate the time and energy it took to chop those flippin’ onions!”

“Look, we’ll just leave the- wait you can regenerate??”

April:

You and April were just walking to her house when some idiot came up to you two

“Give me all the cash on your wallets and no one gets hurt.” He whispers, a gun pressed to you back, wrapping an arm around your neck and making distance between him and April

April looked at you with wide eyes, but you stayed calm. Yes, your heart was beating into your ears, but that was mainly because you were afraid he’d switch targets

“Hey man, look-” “Shut up and just give me the money!” he interrupted you, pressing the gun deeper into your back

April began shuffling through her purse, trying to find her wallet as quickly as possible. The wheels in your brain began turning, churning ideas you were sure would get you hurt

But hey, you could handle it.

“Alright, my wallet’s in my pocket can I get it?” you ask him, hearing a grunt of approval you move into action

Taking a swift elbow and digging it as deep into his ribs as it would take to make him let you go, he lets out a yelp of pain and releases you.

You take a jump back and turn toward him, shielding April from view as he glares at you

The gun shots were deafening, shooting you three times in your chest before running off.

April let out a shrill as you fell to the floor. Limp as your eyes lay wide open and lifeless

She dropped to her knees and pulled you into her arms, clothes getting bloody from your fresh wounds as she sobbed over your temporary corpse

This goes on for a few minutes until you let out a large gasp. As life returned to you and pushed the bullets slowly out of your skin. April jumped at the sudden action of your body moving, Looking down at you with wide eyes

You looked up at her, feeling guilty as you see her puffy eyes and the slow tears falling onto your face

“Sorry babe, I couldn’t let you get hurt.”

“What? I thought-”

“It’ll take more than that to kill me I promise.”

(Sorry this took so long to get out! Also, I know April’s is a bit cheesy but I can’t help it. I’m a sucker for the cheesy bro. I hope you liked it!)

#rottmnt #rot tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcannons #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt april #rise april #rise mikey #rise leo #rise donnie #rise raph

[missbeautyandherbeast]

You Promised

Mikey X Reader

Summary: Request: @brightlotusmoon​: The turtles sneak into an abandoned warehouse to collect some tech, like medical equipment that would be used by evil scientists like Sachs. A mutant creature attacks from a hidden place. After they get what they need they're cornered. Mikey realizes he's the only one fast and agile enough to distract the monster, so he makes his brothers leave and gets caught and mangled. 

A/N: Guys this is some serious angst. Like my heart hurts. I’m crying, you’re crying, everyone is crying. And look at me, two one-shots in two days! Who am I? I don’t know but these requests really sparked my interest so here they are in all of their angsty glory. Also, let me know what you think! I love hearing from you guys! Love y’all so much!

“We’ll be right back, don’t worry about it doll face.” Mikey smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“I always worry about you.” I chided giving him a look. “Are you sure this is going to be easy? This... this sounds dangerous.” I bit my lip, debating on how much I wanted to voice my fears.

“Danger’s my middle name.” Mikey grinned, giving me one last kiss before heading off with his brothers.

“No it’s—” He was too far gone to hear me, “not.” I sighed watching him disappear in the distance through the catacombs of New York.

“I’ll keep him in line. Always do.” Leo reassured me with a reassuring smile.

“Who’s gonna keep you in line though,” I teased nudging his shoulder. “Just bring them home safe.”

“I will. Promise.”

And with that, I was alone in the lair save Master Splinter who was meditating. Staring at nothing I stood there for a while before drifting to Donnie’s chair, watching the screens, listening in to their conversation. It was one of the first things that I learned to do when I committed whatever my life was to the turtles and their mission. I was the ‘guy’ in the chair when Donnie was gone and the whole team was on a mission.

“You worry child,” Splinter came up from behind me, making me jumps slightly, pausing my racing thought.

“Yeah...” My mind lagged a bit. “This seems too easy. How can they just leave the Cradle out in the open like that? It seems like a trap.” I sighed and spun back around to the monitors. “Or maybe I worry too much.”

“There is no harm in worrying, my child. It is only when that worry stops us from doing what is right.” Splinter watched the screens with me. “They know the risk and the possible outcomes. Though it may seem like they are nonchalant, they know the danger in the choices they make.”

I nodded, not taking my eyes off the flickering pictures of the live recording from each of the brothers’ shoulder cameras. I trained my eyes on Mikey’s more than the rest.

“You there, angel cakes?” His voice came through the radio.

“I’m here,” I grabbed my headphones and plugged them in, allowing better communication. 

“I can feel your worry from here.” He teased. “Chillax baby doll. We got this.”

I hummed a response and kept my eyes trained on the screens.

“Foot on your left Raph.” My eyes started flickering around making sure that I caught every danger that would pose a threat to my boys.

Breaking into the warehouse went smoother than I thought it would, which both aided and heightened my anxiety.

It’s too easy, I kept thinking. Nothing was this easy when it came to The Shredder and The Kraang working together.

Especially when it was something this valuable. The Cradle? It was made to create synthetic tissue to heal any and every wound. It worked in a microcellular level, fusing tissues together, grafting them, in such a way that the body didn’t even know that it was any different from normal cellular regeneration.

“Target secured.” I heard Leo announce.

“Get out of there.” I ordered, “Now.”

I had a bad feeling. A really bad feeling. A Han Solo bad feeling.

“She’s right guys, there’s something here.” Mikey shuddered and I could see from his angle on his cam that he was looking for something that wasn’t quite there.

Something moved in the shadows.

“Get out of there Mikey!” I hissed. “All of you! Out!”

But it was too late. The thing from the shadows emerged and hulked over the brothers. My heart sank. This was bad. Very very very bad.

Whatever they did it wasn’t good enough. Even though Leo gave a flurry of commands, it wasn’t enough. The best knew exactly what they were doing and when they were going to do it as if it were reading their minds... My eyes widened in the realization: it could read their minds.

“Get out of there! It can read your thoughts! Don’t think!” I commanded leaning over the desk reading the computer run diagnostics on the beast, proving my statement correct.

It was a mutant. But it was so much more than anything I had ever seen. It was part Kraang, part human and part animal. It was a Predator. That was the bottom line. A Predator that knew exactly how to take down the four brothers.

There was a hand on my shoulder, starling me. I spun and saw Splinter, watching in silent horror. I took his hand in mine and watched with him, waiting for the card that would be drawn to decide the fate of the brothers.

“Leo, get the others out of here with the Cradle thing. I got this.” Mikey called to his brother. 

“Mikey don’t you dare!” I screamed over the com. “You get out with them!” Tears were spilling down my face as fear froze my heart. “Please, Mikey!” I cried.

“I’ll be alright angel cakes. I love you.” His voice was soft, and at peace. 

“No, no, please,” I begged. “There has to be another way. Please,”

“I love you,” He repeated.

“Mikey,” I whimpered out, touching the screen that showed his camera feed. “I... I love you too.” My eyes glazed over as I watched in horror until his camera feed went black.

“No, no, no. No!” I screamed and crumpled to the floor. “He can’t! No!” My breaths came short and fast, my lungs burning for oxygen that just wasn’t there. “Michelangelo no, please,” I sobbed, hugging my knees and rocking.

Splinter was beside me, and comforting arm around me, in solemn silence. I cried and cried until anger burned inside me. I picked up the headphones that had been ripped from my ears earlier and got back online.

“Leonardo Hamato, you listen to me.” I hissed into the mic. “You will not leave your brother. You hear me!? You will not leave him!”

“We have him, he’s... we’ll be back soon.” I heard Donnie’s gentle voice. “You might not want to stick around for this...”

“Bullshit,” I seethed. “I’m staying.”

“He might not make it,” Donnie tried again, I could hear the strain in his voice.

“I’m not abandoning him.” I grit through my teeth, tears leaving warm tracks on my cheeks.

It was agony, waiting for them to return. I paced the floor and screamed at nothing and even got to the point that Splinter gave me an old katana and let me have at an old training dummy. Which really helped. Until I was a sobbing mess on my knees.

There was a bustling and the three brothers emerged, carrying one. I flew to their side and gawked at my Michelangelo. A hand covering my own mouth kept pathetic cries from leaving my lips, with little to no avail.

I heard Donnie list of things that were wrong, broken, severed, damaged, cracked... it all faded as shock hit my system.

“Leonardo, take care of Y/n,” I heard Splinter order in a rushed hushed tone. Deep blue eyes appeared in my vision as hands cradled my face.

“Y/n? Can you hear me? Y/n?”

“You promised,” I whispered. “You promised!” I ripped away from him screaming. “You promised me, Leo! You said you’d keep him safe!” My voice hit a new octave with the hysterics that ran through my system. “You lied to me! How could you lie to me!”

Tears had started to fall again as I made my way over to where Donnie worked over Mikey. Strong arms held me back from getting there. I screamed and yelled, collapsing, letting whoever had me support all of my weight, and he did, without trouble.

“Let me go,” I begged. “Please let me go,” Sniffling I clung to Leo as he pulled me into a tight hug, protecting me from the world around me.

“He can’t be gone.” I rasped out. “He can’t.”

“I know,” Leo’s voice was soft and gentle as he held me close, stroking my hair. “He’ll pull through, he always does. He’s tough.” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince me.

My head shot up when Donnie emerged from the lab. I crawled out of Leo’s lap and raced over, hopeful. Also waiting for that hope to be shot down.

“He... he’ll be okay.” Donnie finally got out. “Splinter was able to keep him alive long enough until I could hook up the Cradle and it’s got him stable. It’s... just going to take a long time for him to get back to normal.”

I was shaking, like I was freezing, my teeth chattering, threating to bite through my tongue if I didn’t get it under control, but there was no control here. I had lost all control from the moment that they left the lair.

I heard a sound that didn't make sense, a strange, ripping counterpart to the otherwise calmed background of the lair. I couldn't tell where it was coming from.

Splinter emerged behind Donatello and took in my state.

"You'd better make her sit before she falls," Splinter said, calm. "She's going to pieces."

I could see the blood on his robe. Horror was like pounding waves in a hurricane, pounding on my heart. It wouldn’t let go. It wouldn’t let me be warm. I was shaking. I was petrified.

“She does seem to be in hysterics,” Donnie gave the verdict, supporting me right before I fell.

Then I understood. Oh. The noise was me. The ripping sound was the sobs coming from my chest. That's what was shaking me.

Donnie scooped me up like a small child and brought me to his lab, holding me close still as he sat in his chair. A blanket was draped around my shoulders, there was a glass of water in my hand and then I felt the smooth liquid slide down my throat. It soothed the burning ache. But nothing could stop the shaking.

Not the affirmations.

Not the votes of confidence.

Not the blankets and warmth.

Not the facts.

Nothing.

Until I slipped off the edge that my mind was so desperately clinging to.

Even in sleep, there was a dull ache. Like some part of me knew that something was amiss. Something was wrong. A piece of my heart was damaged.

Then I was aware of the voices. They were just humming at first, and then they grew in volume and clarity like someone was turning up a radio.

“Donnie,” I heard an agitated voice.

“She’s been through a lot, let her mind protect itself.” Another voice soothed. “She’ll come around when she’s ready.”

But my mind was not protected. It was trapped in the knowledge that had not left me, even in unconsciousness - the pain that was part of the blackness.

I felt totally disconnected from my body. Like I was caged in some small corner of my head, no longer at the controls. But I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't think. The agony was too strong for that. There was no escape from it.

Mikey.

Michelangelo.

No, no, no, no, no . . .

“It’s been two days.” The first one hissed.

Two days?

"Y/n, honey?" This was Leo’s gentle voice. "Can you hear me? You're safe now,"

Yes, I was safe. Did that really matter?

Donatello was speaking the words that allowed me to escape from the torture that had me caged inside my own head.

"He's going to live. Mikey is healing as I speak. He'll be fine."

As the pain and dread eased, I found my way back to my body. My eyelashes fluttered open and I was met with anxious faces.

“Leo?” I asked, my voice raspy, my throat on fire. 

“Right here,”

I struggled to sit up but lost that battle to a splitting headache. Spots danced in my vision as my ears rang, and I decided to lay back down.

Again there was water at my lips and slipping down my throat until the desert that was my mouth was no longer present.

“She needs to get food in her system.” Donnie chided. “Or she’s gonna pass out again.” 

“Let her wake up more. Then she can decide.” Leo argued back.

“Mikey?” The words came from my lips as a prayer, a hope, a plea.

“He’s on the mend my child, he’ll be okay within a fortnight,” I heard the gentle majesty of Splinter’s voice.

I nodded and tried once again to sit up, this time accomplishing it. Through the spots that were fading from my vision, I noticed that I was on the couch in the main room. My hands curled around the softness of a blanket. There wasn’t a part of me that wasn’t stiff; when I tried to stand Splinter was there to balance me. I gave a nod of thanks, not trusting my voice at all.

“What do you need my child?”

There were a lot of things that I needed.

I needed Mikey to be okay.

I needed to go back in time and stop this entire thing.

I needed for Mikey to be the one here, waking me up, asking me what was wrong. Asking me what I needed.

“A shower.” I settled on one of the lesser demands of my mind.

The hot water scalded my skin, and it was nice to not be shaking for once. Every part of me was sore and tired. I felt like I could sleep for two more days.

Soft sweaters and socks comforted me as I curled up on Donnie’s chair watching Mikey. Watching the Cradle. Donnie explained how it worked, but I tuned it all out, keeping my eyes on my hero in orange. Except that his mask was gone. It was gone from the moment they got back. From when my world truly started to end.

It had been about a week. I barely spoke and ate when I was made to. Showers were daily and sleep was optional and when I wanted to. Otherwise, I’d be here. Sitting. Watching. Waiting.

No one bothered me. Which was probably a good thing. I didn’t know how I would respond if I was forced to feel anything but numb and patient.

There were nights when I’d wake up screaming and crying from nightmares that were just memories with which my psyche tortured me.

Leo was always there.

Donnie was always there.

Raph was always there.

But there was always one person who was never there. Who I needed more than the oxygen in my lungs.

Baby blue eyes and a cheeky smile and a stupid joke.

That’s what got me most nights. Not that the dreams scared me, but instead that when I woke up I screamed because they weren’t real. Because Mikey wasn’t okay and here beside me. Because I was alone. For the first time in my life, I felt so alone.

They’d hold me until I calmed down and was quiet long enough to sleep. It had gotten so bad, the nightmares between us all that we ended up making a huge bed in the main room and each night slept in an amalgamation of bodies pillows and blankets.

“He’s awake.”

I jumped up, untangling myself from the blankets and ran to the lab, followed by the other two.

“What!?” I demanded. “Donnie if you’re lying to me I’m gonna...” I couldn’t even finish the insult because I saw what my dreams had promised me.

Baby blue eyes and a cheeky smile and a stupid joke.

“I told you I got this,” His voice was raspy and broken but I couldn’t care less. 

He was awake.

He was alive.

I wasn’t alone.

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[lanyard09]

Continuing my large list... 8, 12, 13(make Up cause i will cry if its breaking Up) and 15 lolol

8. Begging

Leonardo has begged once or twice before Nyx but it was only for silence, never sexual but with being with her, he has no problem asking for her to take him deeper into her hot mouth. 

“Please. Oh fuck Nyx. More.” His tone may not be desperate like a woman’s plea but with his deep voice, Nyx will know he needs more.

But making Nyx beg? Oh he’s all for it. And more honestly.

“Do you want Sensei’s cock my vixen?”

“Yes! Please Master! Please!”

Lori on the other hand always fall short to get Jabb to beg her. He’s the dom in the relationship but she can get him to growl and moan though. And she can tease him but never beg her.

But her begging is pretty much every time they have sex. 

“What do you want Lori?”

“You Jabb! Please stop teasing me!” Which would earn her a sharp thrust. Not that she minds begging to him.

12. Bondage/restraints/collars

Leo does like being restrained but only by Nyx and only Nyx. He can take her being dom for a short time but she likes when he takes charge. But seeing her on her knees, teasing him with her mouth while he can’t do anything. 

But collaring and restraining Nyx? Oh fuck he enjoys it way to much. Her expressions and perfect sub attitude gets his dom all excited. She may be a brat up to the point of penetration but after a few thrusts, she’s calling his name. What a good pet. 

Lori again has only had Jabberwock below her and a stern voice to tell him not to move. 

“Don’t move or I’ll start all over again.”

But this halfling loves being restrained by her husband. Hell with him, it’s a thrill. She wants it. Her wrists are always waiting to be tied, her neck wanting a beautiful collar. But she will take a ring of marks around her neck as Jabb sucks and bites as he fucks her roughly from behind.

13. Break up/ make up (Requested make up and I shall never try to make you cry lovely)

Leonardo always tries to not fight or upset his wife of darkness. It consumes her when she is mad and he doesn’t want to lose her. EVER. So when he does, he tries to calm her down and he apologizes quicker than anyone has ever seen. He wants her the happiest she has ever been with him, only him.

He will bring her favorite flower and pull her into a hug that she will melt in. He will whisper ‘I’m sorry’ over and over, meaning it every time. He NEVER wants her sad/mad. He can’t say that enough. But it happens and it helps them grow. He will get creative the longer they are with each other.

Lori has a bigger temper than Raph and she keeps it in check. She’s had to calm down Jabb many a times around Raphael. He is her brother now. They’ve had a few arguments but she also says sorry first. Her anger falls away quickly and she realizes what she has done. She will remind him of her love in more than one way. Jabberwock is her whole world and reason for not giving up. She will make things right. 

15. Claiming/marking

Leonardo is territorial. An understatement. Nyx’s body is marked with his love bites and a few more aggressive marks. He’d never use to mark as much but around Nyx, he wants anymore who looks at her, that she is his. HANDS OFF. The leading turtle will never stop the marking, finding the fading ones and enhancing with them. Is Nyx complaining? Oh no. Her moans push him to make them darker.

He also loves to be marked. His neck is never without a proud dark lip imprint of Nyx’s teeth and lips. He wished he had more skin that she could mark but his neck and thighs are a reminder of how wild and beautiful his wife his. 

Lori is part dragon, known for their fierce possessiveness. Hell she gets jealous  over Jabb’s sinister sister. So you bet Jabb is marked in many places, regardless if he can regenerate. She likes to make sure the world knows he is hers while smiling through her territorial nature. ‘Mine’ is not thrown around loosely with her. Jabberwock is her husband, mate, and soul-mate. No one will has seen Lori’s serious side yet. 

Being Jabb’s wife means she is wearing marks everywhere that anyone can see. And she will make sure to show them off. Shorter shorts, tank tops, and almost nothing underneath shows everything off perfectly. And has the potential to get more markings by Jabb. She loves it, point blank.