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turtlecleric · 6 hours

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Thinking about Donnie having a setup under his desk where you could be held in place, comfortable and secure with his cock in your mouth while he sits and works. Him teaching you how you breathe around it, how to relax your jaw and stay still while he uses you to warm his cock and occasionally thrusts into your throat. Getting you into the headspace where you feel so good being used. Strapping a vibrator to you and getting to feel your moans and whimpers around him. Murmuring little words of praise each time you come. Breathy curses as he grinds his hips, having to pause in his work because he just wants so badly to ruin you that he can barely focus but... not yet. A little longer, just a little longer. He's going to make sure you're nice and fucked out, unable to use that mouth for anything but sucking before he drags you out from under the desk, replaces the cock in your mouth with his fingers, and finally presses himself inside your cunt and fucks you like you want. He's going to make you forget you were ever anything other than his toy, make you forget that you exist for anything other than taking whatever he decides to give you. If he ever does leave your mouth unoccupied, the only words he ever wants to hear are "Yes Sir" and "Thank you."

#what just happened i blacked out #turtlecleric scrolls #?#rise!donnie

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turtlecleric · 7 hours

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thinking about Him tonight

thinking about his hands. how they normally seem so careless as he goes through life. but not when he touches you, no. he touches you as if you are something precious as he runs his hands down your sides. like porcelain, as he cups your cheeks.

thinking about his eyes. how they always seem to look but do not see. but not when he looks at you, no. he looks at you reverently, as if he’s seeing an angel come down from heaven. like a present, as he unwraps what is just for him.

thinking about his mouth. how it seems to have no filter. but not when it touches you, no. he mouths along you as if he wants to memorize the taste of your skin. like the most succulent of fruits, as he sips from your lips.

thinking about Him tonight

#ff #bay!mikey #thinking about how he might act when you're alone together #always reaching #grasping #pulling you closer #because he doesn't feel right if you're not in his arms #sigh

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turtlecleric · 7 hours

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#memes

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turtlecleric · 8 hours

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he's forty years old. he's babygirl. he's unhinged. he's creating problems for himself and everyone else. he's god's favorite punching bag. he's a whore. he's pathetic. he's my poor little meow meow

#LITERALLY future Leo

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turtlecleric · 1 day

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sleepyhead

#art #ff #rise!donnie #i feel like I've been just. shot over and over and over with a machine gun

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turtlecleric · 2 days

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Part 2 babeyy

CWs: nsfw, drugged non-con, somno, mention of blood, possessive thoughts and behaviors

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You’re so soft. Every little bit of you. Soft, and pliant, and so fucking pretty.

Soft little thing that you are, it’s no wonder Donnie is too much for you. He thought he had held himself back enough, that he’d gone slow enough, but the bright red that covers his cock when he pulls out tells him otherwise.

It’s a little mesmerizing, actually. Seeing himself coated in a combination of your blood and slick.

He… he likes it. He likes it a lot.

When he pushes back inside you, you make a sound. Soft, just like the rest of you. It could be from discomfort, maybe even fear, somehow, but he likes to think it’s because you enjoy this.

He likes to think that some part of you recognizes who you belong to.

Donnie watches your eyes moving beneath your eyelids and wonders if you’re dreaming of him.

Then he wonders if you’re dreaming about Leo.

The thought makes him tighten his grip a little, digging his fingers into your waist. And part of him knows that if it weren’t for Leo, then he wouldn’t have ever felt just how soft you are. If it weren’t for Leo’s request for something that would help you fall asleep and stay asleep, then he wouldn’t be rutting into you so hard that the bed frame creaks, tasting the tea that lingers on your lips and sucking pretty little marks in easy to miss places. Another part of him can’t help but think about what Leo does to you when he’s got you like this. Even now, he can smell Leo on your skin, and it pulls a rumbling growl from his throat. As if anyone but Donnie should get to see you like this. As if anyone but Donnie deserves to feel your soaked cunt clenching around them.

He takes a moment to pull out just enough to see the red again. Something about it makes him a little dizzy, and he can’t help but reach for your neck and squeeze as he whispers your name like a prayer.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs, letting himself get lost in the feeling of you, you, you. Your throat convulses beneath his hand, your eyes starting to flutter, and… he should be afraid. He should be afraid that you’re waking up. But all he feels is how warm you are, how soft you are, how perfect you are in every way. Perfect for him. Like you were made to take his cock, made to be his.

He finally lets you breathe, watching the quick rise and fall of your bare chest with awe. You’re so fucking pretty, he can’t help but pinch your nipples between his fingers and pull. Another soft sound, and he can feel you getting close. At this point, he’s memorized the way it feels, learned the signs better than his own, and when you come, your lips parting and your muscles tensing, he does, too. Spilling inside of you with a broken moan, letting his eyes roll into the back of his head as he slurs his words into the quiet air.

“Mine, mine, fuck, that’s right.”

He leans down, sucking a pretty purple mark onto your neck. And he shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t. Someone will see that. You will see that. But fuck, he doesn’t care.

You belong to him. Him. And one day, you’ll know it. One day everyone will know it.

For now, though… he needs to make some more tea.

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tag list: @luckycharms1701 @yorshie @thejudiciousneurotic @khayalli @justalotoffanfiction @mxalmighty @thelaundrybitch @shakeyourtrees

Rise!Leo anyone? [Doesn't wait for an answer]

CWs: Implied non-consensual drugging and dubcon/somno-ish activities; to be clear, Leo is not a good guy in this

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You can't sleep.

Again.

When you call, Leo answers immediately. There's amusement in his tone when you ask if he might come over and keep you company. A chuckle that has goosebumps running along your arms when you ask him to bring some of that tea that helped you fall asleep so easily last week.

“Of course, hermosa.” There's something in his tone that you can't read, but… you're far too tired to care. You're sure he would tell you if you really needed to know. “I'll be over soon.”

Moments later, he's walking through the portal that sparks to life in your living room. Pulling you into a hug that has you melting against his plastron. He sighs, tightening his arms around you as he holds you for far longer than necessary - surely a sign of his concern, of his care for you.

When he pulls away, you smile up at him, and he smiles back before moving to the kitchen, pulling you along behind him without a word.

The tea is ready in just a few minutes. The warmth of the cup seeps into your hands nicely, the pleasant, herby aroma that fills the air already making your eyelids droop a bit more.

“Drink up,” he murmurs, watching you intently.

All it takes is one sip for you to feel the effects. Thoughts turning to smoke, muscles relaxing… it's truly amazing, this tea that he's willing to share with you. It must really be something special for it to work so well. Though, to be honest, you're not 100% sure that it isn't just…Leo. His presence, helping you finally, finally relax. Quieting those thoughts that keep you awake, soothing the anxiety that never really goes away.

Leo pulls you to the couch. Puts something on the TV. You can't really focus on it, though. You can only focus on the feeling of his hand, gently rubbing your nape. His solid presence beside you. The way he not only lets you relax into him but actively encourages it, pulling you closer.

Everything seems to blur. You're vaguely aware of the fact that he carries you to bed. That he's petting your hair, whispering soft words into your ear.

“Just relax,” he says, his hands trailing down to grip your hips softly.

And you do.

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Tag list: @yorshie @thejudiciousneurotic @khayalli @mxalmighty @justalotoffanfiction @luckycharms1701 @thelaundrybitch @shakeyourtrees

#turtlecleric scrolls #rise!donnie #yes you read that correctly #d o n n i e #non con #somno #MIND!! THE!! WARNINGS!!

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turtlecleric · 2 days

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Is this purple fucker bothering you, hermosa?

No Thoughts. Only @desceros and @gbao3 BVAU Leo

#melts onto the floor and stays there #art #rise!leo

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turtlecleric · 2 days

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Brainwashed servant spends the entire day under the spell of obedience, but is forced to return to his previous self every night just to allow him to spend his few hours of self-awareness laying awake in his bed, milling over the new ways he’s been degraded

#oh my god can you IMAGINE??#what an EXCELLENT prompt I'm foaming at the mouth #Donnie using recordings of hypno's spell to keep you docile during the day but letting it wear off at night #using your attitude at night to see if you've made any “progress” with seeing things *his* way #you belong here #with him #can't you see that?#mm. not yet. you need a little longer he supposes.#godddddddd that's excellent #yandere #vibes

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turtlecleric · 2 days

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Cleeeeriiiiiccccc your writing always makes me melt into a puddle on the floor especially your somno stuff it’s just so wrong in all the right ways. I live for the way you write Leo in them it’s just so ughhhhhhhhhhhh kill me now 😫😫😫😫😫

Oh my goodness you're so sweet! Thank you!! I'm glad you're enjoying :D

#asks

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turtlecleric · 3 days

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Rise!Leo anyone? [Doesn't wait for an answer]

CWs: Implied non-consensual drugging and dubcon/somno-ish activities; to be clear, Leo is not a good guy in this

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You can't sleep.

Again.

When you call, Leo answers immediately. There's amusement in his tone when you ask if he might come over and keep you company. A chuckle that has goosebumps running along your arms when you ask him to bring some of that tea that helped you fall asleep so easily last week.

“Of course, hermosa.” There's something in his tone that you can't read, but… you're far too tired to care. You're sure he would tell you if you really needed to know. “I'll be over soon.”

Moments later, he's walking through the portal that sparks to life in your living room. Pulling you into a hug that has you melting against his plastron. He sighs, tightening his arms around you as he holds you for far longer than necessary - surely a sign of his concern, of his care for you.

When he pulls away, you smile up at him, and he smiles back before moving to the kitchen, pulling you along behind him without a word.

The tea is ready in just a few minutes. The warmth of the cup seeps into your hands nicely, the pleasant, herby aroma that fills the air already making your eyelids droop a bit more.

“Drink up,” he murmurs, watching you intently.

All it takes is one sip for you to feel the effects. Thoughts turning to smoke, muscles relaxing… it's truly amazing, this tea that he's willing to share with you. It must really be something special for it to work so well. Though, to be honest, you're not 100% sure that it isn't just…Leo. His presence, helping you finally, finally relax. Quieting those thoughts that keep you awake, soothing the anxiety that never really goes away.

Leo pulls you to the couch. Puts something on the TV. You can't really focus on it, though. You can only focus on the feeling of his hand, gently rubbing your nape. His solid presence beside you. The way he not only lets you relax into him but actively encourages it, pulling you closer.

Everything seems to blur. You're vaguely aware of the fact that he carries you to bed. That he's petting your hair, whispering soft words into your ear.

“Just relax,” he says, his hands trailing down to grip your hips softly.

And you do.

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Tag list: @yorshie @thejudiciousneurotic @khayalli @mxalmighty @justalotoffanfiction @luckycharms1701 @thelaundrybitch @shakeyourtrees

#turtlecleric scrolls #rise!leo #she lives! for now #part two coming later this week probably #somno #non con #mind the warnings!!

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turtlecleric · 4 days

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you mentioned being involved with someone but not feeling sexually desired by them and i can't help but think of the phrase 'sunk-cost fallacy' not that it's a lost cause, but, if you're unsatisfied, that's not fair to either people, and you might benefit from alternatives like ethical polyamory or at least some form of compromise.

you deserve to be truly happy, to feel wanted and to feel loved in all the ways you crave. there's nothing greedy or selfish about it. if the standing conditions are no longer ideal, it may be time to consider migration or adaptation- but either way, if your unique situation is unsustainable, don't kill yourself in the process of sparing someone else, you're worth so much more than that

I'll be honest, I'm not sure how to answer this. Thank you for your input! And kind words! I appreciate the concern, but I'll have to leave it there <3

#asks

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turtlecleric · 4 days

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Love u turtlecleric💗💗🫂