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CANNIBAL , bartolomeo

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summary ; your lovely boyfriend, barto, is hungry! luckily for him, his amazing girlfriend (you) have just the right thing to fill him up!

warnings ; 18+ content , dark content , gore / blood , consensual cannibalism , slight dacryphilia , eating out , jersey accent barto (LOL)

a/n ; again . . . taken from my one-shot collection ! also , i'm taking requests now. i might be a bit slow , but i'll try my best !

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"such cute thighs ya got..."

the green haired man between her thighs cooed. his lips kissed up them, licking them occasionally. her hands gripped the sheets, soft breaths slipping from her mouth.

"so sensitive . . ." his teeth nibbled on her thigh, dangerously close to her crotch. her hands wound up in his green locks, tugging at them gently. his mouth opened, almost like a snake. a large bite was formed into her thigh, his teeth sinking into them. she gasps, now pulling harshly on his hair. blood begins to trickle down her thighs, staining the pale, white sheets. his teeth dug deeper, flesh ripping apart, her leg now growing sore. "bartooo . . ." she whined his name, directing his mouth to her dripping cunt. her bottom lip quivered, tears brimming in her eyes. "mmm . . ." his tongue lapped at the blood, licking all the way to her entrance. her eyes fluttered shut, huffing in pleasure.

"i'm still hungry."

he bit back into her thigh, making her scream in surprise. he tugged at the flesh, ripping it off the bone. she bit her lip, holding back a moan. the pain was severe but she couldn't help but be aroused by it. blood gushed out, a small pool of it gathering underneath her. she felt disgusted with herself. tears spilled from her eyes, running down her cheeks. "aw. . . don't cry." he grabbed her hand, guiding it down to his crotch. she felt the bulge, rubbing it. bartolomeo groaned, smacking her hand away. "since ya fed me, i'll make sure to take real good care of ya, sweet thing."

he dove into her pussy, licking wildly. what a wonders a tongue like that could do. she laid her head back, whimpering in pleasure, tears still running. he continued to eat her out, tongue striding up her folds perfectly. she spoke behind her teeth, biting down. her body stiffened, feeling her climax. her mouth opened, but nothing came out. 

"ya taste betta than ya look, girly."

she pouted, looking up at him through wet lashes. "kidding, of course. you're hot as fuck!" the cannibal licked her juices up, relishing in her facial expression. the blood mixed with her cum, creating a sweet taste that barto couldn't get enough of. "such a sweet girl. now, you can help me out, can't ya?" his pants fell to the ground, his cock standing in all its glory. her eyes widened, gulping, looking at the size of it. "it's . . . way bigger than it felt." he chuckled, rubbing the missing chunk of her thigh. blood coated his slender fingers, making him grin.

"you can handle it, i know ya can."

a different kind of meat would be replacing the missing one.

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Q: Tell us how you dealt with loneliness after moving to a fairly secluded place on a beach of Pelican town?

imagine katakuri resting his large head on your lap while you scratch his scalp like he's a big cat 💜

Me reading the fanfic:

Interstellar

Bayverse! Donatello x Reader

It was pure luck that they got to meet you, or perhaps it was fate. It all started with Kevin, their pizza guy. He was reliable, didn't particularly care that they were turtles. He simply did his job and kept it moving. A true New Yorker, through and through. But tonight, Kevin called in sick, and your boss asked you to do the deliveries. At first you didn't want to, it was late, and you didn't like walking around at night. But he promised that he'd only send you on local runs, and so you caved.

This was your last delivery of the night, and you were in a good mood. The heat that seemed to cling to every part of this awful city was finally dissipating, you had been given a twenty-dollar tip, and your boss' wife had offered you the last batch of cannoli's and a ride to your apartment over in East Flatbush. Things were good, great even.

The instructions had been a bit sketchy, even more so when the caller learned that Kevin wasn't going to be delivering. They, you could hear an amalgamation of voices on the other side of the call, tried their best to convince you to leave the pizza at a designated spot and they were to leave the money in that exact same spot.

You knew it was a scam so you threatened to hang up, but eventually, after a lot of infighting, they gave up and still placed an order for four extra large pies. You were sure to slip your mace into the pocket of your leggings before leaving.

You were expecting a group of teenage boys, not four overly grown mutant turtles.

It was a pleasant surprise. Perhaps it was your neurodivergence, but you weren't really that thrown off when Mikey had appeared from the shadows, rambling on and on about how starved he was. It took a few minutes for your head to wrap around it, but when it did you immediately blurted out that this was perhaps the best thing that could have ever happened.

"Giant, humanoid turtles!" you had shouted, letting go of the pizzas when Leo grabbed them.

"We're ninjas too!" Mikey had announced, seemingly just as excited as you were.

"Ninjas!" you repeated, as if it was the most incredible thing.

Donnie sat you down a few hours later, after you had clocked out and secured your box of cannoli's, to tell you that you had gone into shock. Perhaps were still in shock.

"Oh," you said, offering him a cannoli. "Does this mean we can't be friends?"

It was probably in that moment, sharing a cannoli with you in the middle of an alley in Brooklyn, that Donatello first found himself falling for you.

You and Mikey, you two were like two peas in a pod. Whenever he had a plan he would make sure to run it by you first. Were it pranks, a sick new choreograph, or maybe an idea for a comic book that he would forget about in a week, you were his partner in crime.

There was never a time when they felt like you judged them, made them feel like they were beneath you for being... different. You weren't like April, who was a bit more reserved. No, you embraced their quirks and their unique abilities. And that was something that Donnie found incredibly attractive.

He could talk to you for hours and you would sit and listen, you would ask questions, beg him to show you, to teach you. You were amazed at his skills, and he was enraptured with you. Late nights in the lab, where he would show you how to code, or build your own gadgets were his favorites. Then the rest of his family would fall asleep, and suddenly it was just you and him, the only two people in the world.

It was only natural that you would ask to go on patrol with them, He could see the curiosity in your eyes, anyone could. The answer was no, of course. What they did was dangerous, they got hurt. Raphael had a cracked shell that had almost taken his life, April had a scar on her bicep from getting stabbed. That was considered getting lucky. You were fragile, you would get hurt. He wouldn't allow it. He would not be responsible for putting you in danger.

"I'm not asking you to throw me into the middle of a battle, but I want to be a part of this as well. I don't want to be left out." You said, standing in front of him with your arms crossed.

He simply walked around you, itching to get on his computer. "No." is all he says, his mind made up.

"Donnie, come on." you whine, following to his lab.

"It's dangerous, you don't know what you're asking."

"I've been training with Raph and Leo, they said I'm good, that-"

"Good isn't great, Good isn't going to keep you safe."

He feels your fingers wrap around his forearm, the heat of your skin sinking into his as you stop him in his tracks. "You'll keep me safe, wont you?"

It's a dirty move, but the words go straight to his heart, making him flustered. Of course he would keep you safe. He would do anything to keep you safe. But he wasn't about to cave in. "You're not coming with us, that's final." He gently peels your fingers off of him.

"Please Donnie?" you whisper, stepping closer to him.

He has to swallow, has to stop himself from giving in to your plea. "I can't. I'm sorry. It's too risky. If you want to help, I can show you how to do that from the safety of the base. You can work at the computer, you can-"

This time you interrupt him, taking another step closer. He can smell the faint scent of your bodywash, feel the warmth that radiates off of you. It makes him swallow hard. He's being doing so good with keeping his feelings in check, but whenever you got too close things became difficult.

"Donnie I want to help. I'll be safe, I'll be careful. I'll do whatever you say, no questions asked. Please."

He found out a while ago that he had a weakness for begging. For the way your voice would slightly go up an octave, your eyebrows knitting together, the way your pupils would dilate. It made it impossible to say no to you. So he caved, weak to your pleading.

"Fine, but you stay with me at all times. You don't go off on your own, you don't engage with the enemy. You stay hidden and you let us do our job. Understood?"

You break into a wide smile, throwing your arms around his waist. "Thank you! Thank you!" you say, happiness bubbling your words.

With your face pressed against his chest and your hands interlocked just below his shell, Donnie feels his heart start to pound. It's like his brain malfunctions, and he's unable to think about anything but the way your body seems to fit so perfectly against his. He's never been hugged like this, never had someone hold onto him like they never want to let go. It's both exhilarating and terrifying.

His hand comes up to the back of your head, and he lets his fingers slip through your hair as he holds you in place.

He couldn't have picked a better night to show you the ropes. It's a rare occurrence that the city is so quiet and dead, but tonight is one of those. Donnie has glued himself to your side, choosing to ignore the teases from his brothers. He shows you things that are important, but always overlooked.

Things like where to hide, how to stay silent and unseen, and how to stay aware of your surroundings. He explains the importance of being patient and waiting for the right moment to strike. You listen to him with rapt attention, eager to learn all that you can from him. But the intense eye contact makes him nervous, and he stumbles over his words.

The night seems to fly by, and after stopping a robbery Leo calls it a night.

Raphael shoots him a look, a cocky smirk on his face as he throws his arm around Mikey. "Let's go Mikey, It's starting to feel a bit too romantic around here." Raphael says, chuckling as he pulls Mikey along.

Mikey waves at you, the same shit eating grin on his face. "See ya later, babes!"

You wave goodbye to both of them, and Donnie is fully aware of the blush on your cheeks as you turn around to face him. "We should celebrate!" you say, taking his hand.

His fingers are too big, and they swallow your hand." Sure," he whispers, unable to take his eyes off of them. "How do you want to celebrate?"

You tug, and he lets you pull him along the alley. "I saw a Mister Softee truck a couple blocks away. Lets go check if its still there!"

Donnie can't help but smile at your excitement, feeling his own heart start to race with anticipation. As you lead him towards the ice cream truck, he takes a moment to admire your beauty. The way your hair falls around your face, the way your eyes light up with joy at the prospect of ice cream. He can't help but feel a wave of emotion wash over him, a feeling he's been struggling to understand for some time now. He knows what it is, but he doesn't know if its something he's allowed to feel.

He waits for you in the shadows of the alley as you order the ice cream, his eyes glued down to his hand. He can feel the ghost of your touch still and it makes his stomach flip. He's never really had a... crush before, seeing as he was a talking mutant turtle living in the sewers. But he's seen enough movies, read enough books that he knows that he's in love with you. That his heightened heart rate, nervous behaviour, and constant desire to touch you, see you, hear you are all just symptoms of love.

Because at the end of the day, that's what he feels for you. But he's... well he's a freak and you're human. Even if you're friends, he knows you would never fall so low as to fall in love with him.

You come back and softly place his cup of strawberry covered soft serve into his hand. He's quick to push down his thoughts, fixing his face to match your smile.

"Come on," he says, unable to take his eyes off the way you lick at the ice cream on your knuckles. "I know the perfect place to enjoy this."

He takes you to one of his favorite spots, helps you climb the fire escape until you're both sitting on the ledge of the building, overlooking the Hudson and the Jersey lights.

You swing your legs, your eyes on the sight. You slowly eat your ice cream.

"Do you think its true?" you suddenly ask, turning to face him.

"Hmm?" He's got a mouthful and manners that prevent him from talking until he swallows.

You point at the group of people swimming in the river and he physically recoils.

"Do you think they'll end up with superpowers or something?"

He can't help but snort as he sets his empty paper cup down. "Oh it'll be something, with how dirty and disease riddled that water is I wouldn't be surprised if they become radioactive. They can kiss their health goodbye that's for sure. How much you wanna bet that they're tourists?"

You giggle, your eyes still glued on the tiny little figures splashing around the water. "It must be nice you know, being so carefree that you don't even care about the consequences. I wish I was that brave."

Maybe its the sugar running through his veins, or maybe its the damp New York heat, but Donnie feels something inside of him crumble. He's saved this city countless times, but somehow the idea of confessing to you was scarier than facing any of his enemies.

But he wants to, he has to. Sitting here with you, he realizes that he can't keep bottling up his feelings any longer. The odds are against him, but he wants to be brave. He calls out your name and you turn to look at him, dropping your head to the side.

"I like you" he blurts out, ripping the band-aid off. " As in more than just a friend. I keep thinking about you, about holding your hand." He's starting to get nervous and his mouth won't close.

"I can't seem to stop thinking about you. I like the way you laugh, the way you're so close with all of my brothers. You never judge us, you never make us feel like freaks. Even though that's exactly what we are."

"Donnie-"

He keeps rambling, tugging on the strap of his backpack. He can't look at you, too lost in his panicking thoughts to hear you trying to talk.

"And I know that there's no way you feel the same, I've ran the calculations, I've analyzed every possible scenario, and the chances are just too slim. But I can't help how I feel, and I just had to tell you. I like you so much, and I want to do all these things with you, like go on walks in the park, watch movies together, and I know we already do that but I want to experience all of those things again with you as my... girlfriend."

"Donnie can you-"

"Maybe this was a mistake, maybe I should have kept my mouth close but you look so beautiful right now and I'm just so tired of being-"

You've kissed him.

Your lips are soft and warm and so, so small against his. There's a hand on his thigh, pressing down in a way that makes him acutely aware of every single nerve in his body. He panics and scrambles back, his eyes wide.

"I..I" he stutters, unable to talk as he finally looks up at you.

You're smiling, your face flushed. "Sorry, you weren't letting me talk."

"You kissed me?" he asks, his voice coming out too high.

"I did... I... was I not supposed to?" when your smile falls, Donnie feels his stomach plummeting.

'No! No! It's not that!" he's quick to say, fixing the tilt of his glasses. "I didn't expect it. I was so sure that-"

"I like you, I've always liked you. Why do you think I spend so much time around you?"

"I just assumed-"

Its funny, how now you're the one not letting him talk. But perhaps its for the best.

"Donatello, I've been in love with you since day one."

Its like his world is crashing down around him at the same time its somehow coming into focus.

"I really, really want to kiss you again." you whisper, inching closer to him.

He swallows, and there's a tightening in his shell that heightens his senses. "I..." you're so close, and your hand comes to rest on his shoulder.

"Can I?" you ask, your breath against his face.

He nods, because it seems like it's all he's able to do and lets you break the space between them.

The kiss feels like a bolt of lightning shooting through him. He's aware of the differences between his body and yours. His scales against your skin, your nose brushing the flat curve of his face.

But in that moment, none of that matters. Where he thought your differences would create a barrier between you, they seem to have melted away. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, and he feels a jolt of pleasure at the way your body molds perfectly against his.

The kiss is slow, sweet, and even though he needs to breathe he lets you be the first one to pull away.

You're panting as you sit back on your legs, looking up at him with a smile.

Donatello's heart is pounding in his chest as he looks down at you, feeling a mix of disbelief and euphoria. He can't believe that he just kissed you, and that it felt so right. He reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his hand lingering on your cheek.

"That was... amazing," he murmurs, his voice husky with emotion. "I never thought... I never thought it could feel like that."

You smile up at him, your eyes shining. "Me neither," you admit, reaching up to take his hand in yours. "But I'm so glad it did."

Donatello leans in to kiss you again, this time with a bit more confidence. He's still a little bit unsure of himself, but he knows that he wants to explore this new territory with you.

Somehow, he ends up on top of you, his hand cradling the back of your head, his mouth on your neck.

When he takes you home, he tries his best to stop staring at the purple bruise blooming on the apex of your neck. He never meant to give you a hickey, to mark you. But he finds that he really likes the way it looks on you, like you're his.

Donnie knows that it's not appropriate, that there will be questions and awkward conversations, but he can't help the sense of pride that fills him when he sees it.

The kiss goodbye is shorter, and he waits until you reach your room and wave at him from your window to head back to the lair.

As he makes his way back, his mind is racing with thoughts and emotions. He's scared, but excited. Happy, but also uncertain about what the future holds. He knows that being with a human is uncharted territory for him and he wonders if it's possible to make it work.

When he reaches the lair, he's greeted by Leo who sits at the Dojo, cleaning his weapons.

"Sit." he says, in that big brother voice of his that he pulls out when he's about to say something very important.

Donnie takes a seat in front of him, crossing his legs.

"So," Leo starts, setting his knives down. "Wanna tell me why you look like you're on cloud nine?"

Donnie feels his face flush, but he knows he can't hide anything from Leo.

"I kissed her," he admits, a small smile spreading across his face.

Leo's eyes widen in surprise. "And?"

"And she kissed me back," Donnie answers, still feeling the warmth of your lips on his.

Leo grins. "Well, it's about time!"

Donnie feels a weight lift from his shoulders as he tells his brother everything.

[Anyways, my first ever tmnt fanfiction, super proud of myself]

AAAA HEYYY SORRY I WAS GONE LOL I MADE MY OWN TURTLES!!! MY AU IS CALLED TMNT VEGA⚡🙏🏾

Moon Knight (2022) | 1.06 ‘Gods and Monsters’

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