#thekingpen

If you've seen the art I'll be posting over time before, on my account, you can either enjoy it again or let me know! For now: Have this thing that was available on my Patreon in January of this year!

Donnie.

Explain 'soupalad' to me, quickly. Answer for your crimes.

It's looking like I might go for this, even if only a few people have an interest. I have so much lore just sitting around for these guys and I don't have a drive to really write, so... What better way than to just answer asks? As a peek, have some of my version of Mondo Gecko! We just call him "Moe"

Don's girl is a real smartass but she's also full of love. Here's some for you too! Just, uh... Just. You know. Once you accept, you also volunteer for being hunted down, just as a warning, because Don doesn't like sharing. @snackugaki 's Soup doesn't count, she's his too.

RUN MAN, RUN-

I'm still alive. I'm still doin' stuff. I just wrangle my writing demons. So I take it out in other ways. Like how Mia will just never be free-

Hi, still alive! Check it out, my version of Mondo Gecko and Wingnut, alive and well... Ish. Wingnut's dick is absolutely out. I will make everything horny, no one can stop me.

Let's see.... “You have no idea how much I want you right now” & “I want to mark you all over” with Rise!Leo

NSFW content, I write about adult turtles doing adult things with adult people for adults only. Say that five times, fast.

The hands on your waist pulled you back, into Leo's rigid plastron. The heat rolling off of him didn't feel wholly natural. He was a reptile, he shouldn't be giving off so much heat. Maybe it was a combination of the undulating bodies surrounding you, the movement, the fervor of constant movement. The bass rattled through you, pounding in your head, scrambling your thoughts, making it difficult to do more than exist with the sensations around you.

Hard to breathe. Heart pounding but inaudible. The snatches of panted breath pressed into your hair. The curl of a strong arm around your waist. The slide of a tridactyl hand down the curve of your hipbone, over the dip where thigh meets hip.

Words, whispered against your skin. Imperceptible but felt. Sweat kissed from your skin as you were manipulated to better fit against Leo. Your hips tucked into his, your back fit to every dip and curvature of his plastron. Dizzying. You couldn't think straight. The music dipped and in the millisecond of silence and lowered lights, that dazzling moment right before the bass dropped again when your skin prickled with anticipation, Leo groaned against the shell of your ear at the same time you felt something stiff press against the small of your back.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now."

The bass dropped and so did everything else in you, from your core to your inhibitions. You only lived once, right? It didn't take more than a turn of your head, the slide of your lips against the corner of his mouth, and a tug on his belt to motivate him.

Moving through the crowd with all the grace of a trained fighter, Leo guided you towards the back of the dance club, where the sudden shift from swirling neon lights to shaded hall blinded you for seconds at a time. You had no choice but to trust the guidance of the arm curled around your midsection.

In a swivel, your feet left the ground and your ass met the porcelain edge of a sink. The music was more muted here but it still thumped through the walls, vibrating the mirror behind you as Leo's mouth encompassed yours. There was no introduction to his kisses, there was the suddenness of his hands gripping either side of the sink, until his knuckles paled with the force of it and the curl of his lip, back from a sharp fang as his tongue took yours.

Rolling undulations of the muscle eliminated the instinct to breathe, made it hard to remember how as you held onto him, finding the edge of his shell over his shoulders as he pressed you back, until your upper back met the cool glass of the buzzing mirror.

The faucet pressed into you, uncomfortable and you shifted and your hips were dragged forward, to the very edge of the sink as he ground himself up, against you. A hot rush of arousal poured anew and you shuddered, finding a grip on his masktails with one hand and tugging. Gasping when he released your mouth, there was no time to recover. Only the shocked stutter of your hips when his erection aligned with you just right, sending a bolt of ambrosia right where you needed it most.

"F-fuck, Leo-"

"Shhhit," he hissed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. Kisses followed, then the glance of his teeth and then... The only warning you'd get that night.

"...Wanna mark you all over. Gonna mark you all over."

Look, I can safely say all of my girls are completely and utterly enraptured whenever one of their guys is being paternal to a kid. Or just a goofy big brother. That's just a universal for them (because I'm exploiting my daddy issues on them).

Leon's an unabashed whore who definitely depends on sex to keep a partner. So Billie really treasures those moments when he cracks open a little, shows his vulnerability. They're such rare moments and they're tender and usually unexpected. These aren't pre-battle or post-battle moments. They're not done out of desperation. They're in those quiet little moments in the early morning when he presses the blunt end of his snout against her forehead while he coasts his fingertips down her spine and over her shoulder before he gathers her in against himself.

Gen loves that moment after Donnie's done something physically taxing. When he's just put the front end of a truck down and he's sitting there, hunched with an elbow on his thigh and the other forearm swiping over his face and he turns and catches sight of her out of the corner of his eye and she can see him spark up. She can see the light come to fruition like so many welder's sparks. Those moments when how he feels is palpable and immediately visible in the set of his brow and the way he smiles and it's still a little shy. A little unsure. She's still a bit of a mystery to him and he kind of loves it and she loves that he loves it.

And I can't say too much about Mia without giving away a ton of spoilers, unfortunately.