Welcome! Please be aware that this blog is rated 18+. Absolutely no minors. I am a 35+ woman, and will be posting/reblogging content that may contain NSFW writing and/or art. I am a serious tmnt fan (all fandoms), so that will make up the majority of my uploads/reblogs.
Hello, everyone. As I've stated before in my bio, this blog is rated 18+. My content may not be appropriate for all audiences and I will add warnings where appropriate. I will list my stories here with links for easy navigating. So far, I'll be keeping it to the TMNT fandom. The content I write could be from any iteration of TMNT but the look likely will be Bayverse because I just love them.
Thank you to everyone who's stopped by and has given me likes, reblogs and followed this page. I hope not to disappoint. Please keep reading if you would like to make a request or find other stuff I've written, I've put it all in one place.
I am closing asks since I have three unwritten writing requests and I need to focus on getting those finished. Thank you for sending them in!
Considering writing prompts and requests. I will do my best to fulfill them. If I get too many I will have to close it. Also the requests CAN be smut. Please keep in mind that there are certain topics and tropes that I will not write.
I will write:
Anything pertaining to the TMNT fandom. This is all I'm interested in writing currently.
Romance, smut, anything to do with love, friendship or otherwise.
Angst, as long as it resolves itself in the end.
Anything, silly, fun, fluffy.
LIGHT bdsm (spanking, blindfolding, sensory deprivation, rope-play or role-play, nothing too extreme)
Heterosexual pairings but I could also do nonbinary.
I will NOT write:
Hard bdsm, I don't engage in it personally and find it pretty difficult to write.
Anything non-con, all encounters written are consensual. I do not play around with that.
'Bully' romance or 'dark' romance.
Anything underage, all characters must be aged up.
Degrading language - I know it can be considered 'sexy' but it just doesn't do it for me personally. For example "You're my little b*tch." that kind of thing.
Certain kinks, I will let you know. Stuff like asking the guys to call the female OC 'mommy' that icks me out as does the 'daddy' kink.
Tcest or anything related.
Extreme violence
Character death
Headcanons
Hot Drinks
When You're Sick
When They're Sick
When You're On Your Period
Owning a Business
Dad HCs
Poly-Dad HCs
Cursing During Sex
Living on the Surface for the First TIme
Losing Their Virginity Series
Mikey's Story
Raph's Story
Leo's Story
Donnie's Story
Bayverse Turtles Stories
Leonardo
Worthy
Leo one-shot - Boss Babe
Scars - Contains blood/injury, and smut
Raphael
Cold Hands
Golden Mornings - Contains mature themes
One More Night - Contains abusive themes
Michelangelo
Just My Type
Halloween Hotness - contains smut and mild sexual harassment
Sunshine
Balancing Act - Contains smut and naked shenanigans
The Turtle's Song - Contains mentions of abuse.
The Sincerest Form of Flattery - Halloween-themed, contains smut.
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Finally! Finally I had time to finish these, so sorry guys, things got fucking busy. They still sort of will be, but hopefully we'll hit a more fresh routine soon. The plan is to make these stickers as well but I'm just gonna let them be enjoyed for now
WIP. I wanted to draw something fun, but now we’ve come to my nemesis: the coloring stage. Not the whole image, but can’t post it on tumblr. Curse you, coloring. I want to improve, but you are so time consuming.
I did this expression first, was going to change it, but it made me laugh so I kept it. It seems to say 'omg a pair of boobs'.
Hahaha, before anyone asks, we are friends ;) they thought it would be funny to send this as an ask because I was all up in arms in our discord group about how if I ever got an ask like this, I'd own up to it. Like yes, I would in fact bang a mutant turtleman if he existed and gave me his explicit consent. (Because consent is key)
But this also got me thinking about a bit of a broader issue that I've been seeing on Tumblr lately. People sending accusatory asks or messages just like this: either calling them out on something such as writing smut, or using AI to write their stories.
Maybe they are using AI in some regard. Maybe they do fantasize about being with this character they're currently hyperfixated on. It is my personal belief-wisdom I've gathered from being on this earth for 40 years-that if I don't agree with something someone else is doing, then I mind my own business. This even extends to people who write/draw tcest, I just don't engage with it. I might block and move on, or just ignore it and change my tags so I don't see it pop up.
Back in the day when I used to put all of my stories up on fanfiction.net there were quite a few fics with the tagline 'don't like, don't read' and I would just pass by those ones. I think that's what we need to shift back into doing. Let people like what they like. If it's not hurting anyone then what gives us the right to interfere? If something really bothers you, then block and move on.
I'm very blessed that I have encountered so many lovely people on here and I appreciate all of your kind messages and comments on my stories and I believe we all deserve respect and encouragement to keep doing what we love.
And yes, I would bang any of them. Glad we got that cleared up.
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I am back with a slightly delayed prompt of the month from @thelaundrybitch this one for the month of May.
**The accidental kiss** - maybe feelings finally take over. Or maybe you/TOC leans down and gives you a big ol' smooch before leaving one night. Maybe it means something, maybe it doesn't.
Now, the Red One seemed to be insistent that I use him as the TOC for this prompt, so you all get the big grumpy turtleman Raph for this one.
For this one we have Raph x female reader, friends to lovers, everything changing on the night of that kiss.
Note: This one-shot is 18+ it does contain smut, characters are all aged up, her appearance is up to you. Smut contains oral, female receiving, and male receiving, hands and mouth, no actual penetrative sex, my writing muse decided that this story needed a dose of realism and logically, they'd have to work up to it...because Raph is massive 😉
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Special thanks to @adebauchedsloth for beta reading!
You hadn’t meant to…but the moment your lips met his, you knew you were done for. The softness of his mouth was unexpected—firm and lingering just long enough to stir something within.
Friends didn’t kiss friends and inadvertently catch feelings for said friend, did they?
Let’s go back to the beginning.
Raphael—a one-turtle wrecking ball of muscle and power, standing six feet tall or more—was your friend. Your best friend for over a year. It was difficult to pin down exactly when you two became friends. Introduced by your mutual friend, April, you were lucky enough to gain their trust, especially his.
In the beginning, you were quite sure that Raph really disliked you. True, the big, red brute didn’t exactly exude a friendly demeanour, and it appeared as though he was actively avoiding you whenever you’d come to visit. If the gathering was at your place, he remained quiet and moody, his replies reduced to one-word answers whenever you tried to engage with him, yet still remembered his manners whenever you gave him something.
Then, he’d tried your cooking and visibly appeared as though he was enjoying it. You’d actually got five words from him that day, all strung together.
“Thanks, this is really good.”
In the following weeks, whatever hangups he’d held concerning you had seemed to dissipate, and he finally began talking to you a little more. From these small conversations, you’d discovered that you both had a lot in common, such as similar tastes in TV shows, movies, and video games. It was a downhill slide into friendship from there.
You surmised that his hesitancy to get to know you during those first few weeks was simply his tendency to be slow to trust new people. That was the explanation his brothers had given you as an attempt to dissuade you from giving up on him. If you were honest with yourself, the thought had crossed your mind. If he had been determined to dislike you, you would have accepted it, despite the hurt that came with it. Like him, you were not everyone’s cup of tea either.
You’d never been so relieved to be wrong about your assumptions. It felt like a privilege and a gift to be welcomed into his world because he was exceedingly more interesting than you’d originally realized. Raphael was wrapped up in many layers of complexity, and you’d barely scratched the surface. It was only through many repeated meetups and group get-togethers that you two had really gotten to know each other and transcended into ‘best’ friend territory.
For all the curveballs life decided to mercilessly bestow upon you, Raph was there, and for every less than favourable moment he endured, you were there for him in turn.
You lost your job? Raph had been there with your favourite snacks and had already asked Donnie to search for replacement jobs for you.
Another patrol gone wrong for him? You baked his favourite cookies (peanut butter chocolate-chip) and told him to come over so the two of you could watch something loud and action-packed.
You were sick, on your period, or otherwise not at your best? He wouldn’t come over unless you gave him the green light to do so. He respected that you sometimes needed your space, offering quiet support from afar.
Likewise, you understood his need for alone time as well and never pushed for him to grace you with his presence, though he never stayed away for long. Something about you always drew him back, and out he would emerge like a hermit crab from its shell.
Recalling the most recent breakup, he’d been there for that, too. When you’d first started the relationship, Raph had become grumpier and quieter, leading you to believe he wasn’t really okay with it, or with the person you were dating, for that matter, but never once did he tell you to break up with the guy or offer any unsolicited advice.
He had his reservations, of course, ready in his back pocket for the day you asked his opinion, because fuck, he really didn’t like that guy. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to be happy, but he’d known the guy was bad news from the moment you’d told him how the first date had gone. He’d held out hope that you’d be smart enough and have the awareness to see for yourself, but the second that guy got out of line and hurt you, he’d make him wish he’d done anything else but.
The day the relationship broke down, he waited, hoping you’d reach out, and true to form, you did, sobbing in such a state of self-pity that you kept repeating how stupid you were. The second you’d asked for him, he’d dropped everything and left. Once there, he first made sure you had something to eat and drink, ordered your favourite takeout, and asked if you wanted to talk about it.
Never once did he say he told you this would happen or make you feel that any of this was your fault. Instead, he reminded you of your own inner strength and how you were free now from someone who’d been treating you badly. At one point, you asked for a hug, and no force on Earth could have stopped him from taking you into his arms.
“I gotcha, yer gonna be okay, don’t waste another thought on that asshole.”
Though you hadn’t seen it then, perhaps the connection you shared had always been there, hidden and dormant, waiting for just the right moment to evolve.
Both of you just needed a little push—a series of events perfectly orchestrated by the strings of fate itself.
It all started innocently enough. You’d just finished cooking dinner for yourself, and there was much more than you could possibly eat. Even if you saved it, you’d have leftovers for days, and if you were truly honest, you’d only want to eat them a day or two later, before the rest spoiled in your fridge…unless…
“Hey, Raph, you should come over. I made too much food again.” It wasn’t as though you planned to cook for him. The recipe for these Hawaiian meatballs called for an entire box of meatballs. “I got dessert too.” You added with a grin.
“I’ll never say no to a free dinner,” his gravelly voice replied.
Raph was more than happy to hop over for food, especially your cooking. It was one of the first things about you that made him lower his guard and let you into his world. He was very slow to trust and initially hesitant to get close to you because he was sure you’d find him unpleasant to be around. Foolishly, he assumed you’d gravitate toward his brothers instead, so he didn’t see the point.
After that first bite, it hit him just how wrong he was. You were kind and funny, and your cooking never disappointed. As things progressed, he found acceptance in himself with the fact that you really did like him.
For whatever reason, you wanted to be around him, and he, in turn, found he really enjoyed your company as well. It was a done deal; he craved your attention and found every reason he could to be in your presence.
Of course, he was in complete denial about the development of his romantic feelings for you. There was no way he could like you more than a friend, and he was absolutely sure you’d only ever see him as such.
Despite everything, it warmed his heart greatly that, in events like this, you always thought to call him first to share your cooking.
This had been going on for months. Just the two of you having weekly dinners together. Occasionally, you cooked for his brothers as well, but that meant doubling your recipes and leaving absolutely no leftovers. They often defaulted to ordering pizza because each of them could finish one on their own, and it was an easy way to feed them all. As your best friend, Raph was always your first choice for an impromptu dinner date.
After the call, you bustled about, preparing the plates—a modest portion for yourself and a much larger one for him. This turtleman was over 200 pounds of muscle, and that kind of power required a lot of fuel.
Luckily, you liked to cook and usually ended up with way more food than you could eat.
Just as you were placing the food on the table, you heard the distinct tap of his knuckle on the glass, his way of not startling you. Quickly, you waved him in, and the soft slide of the window preceded his entrance. Despite his size, he could be as silent as he wished, his footfalls barely audible as he closed the window and drew the curtains.
“Smells amazin’,” he commented, stepping into the kitchen. “Ya sure ya ain’t hidin’ Guy Fieri round here?”
You snorted softly at the light teasing, rolling your eyes before giving him a smirk.
“If anyone needs his help, it’s you, he who tried to microwave a boiled egg,” you sassed.
Raph huffed in playful indignation. “That was one time!”
You just laughed, poking his massive bicep. “That’s all it takes, one time.”
“Har, har,” he deadpanned, looking around your kitchen and automatically using his superior sense of smell to see what you cooked.
“Hawaiian meatballs and rice,” you replied, handing him a fork. “Easy, meatballs in the Instant Pot and rice in the rice cooker.”
It was almost funny how fast he moved to the table to sit, barely remembering to use his manners and eking out a quick thanks.
Raph was adorable when he really liked something. He eased his bulk into your small kitchen chair and dug in right away. His sounds of enjoyment, how quickly he cleaned his plate, and his request for more were endearing. By the time you’d finished your own plate, he was already polishing off his second helping.
You couldn’t help but giggle softly at his antics. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“You kiddin’? Yer an amazing cook, I should be so lucky that I’m the one who gets to eat with ya. Hell, I’m still thinking about that stir fry ya made last week.”
A soft blush colored your cheeks as he spoke, praising you like you were a Michelin-starred chef. It was enough to make you babble out an answer, humbly downplaying your skills in the kitchen. “Aw, I’m just trying not to have a ton of leftovers.”
“It’s good, better than Mikey’s cookin’, don’t tell him I said that.” That was high praise indeed because you’d tried Mikey’s cooking and it was very good. Mikey did most of the cooking in the lair after all, but he liked to experiment with interesting ingredients and spices, though, and sometimes it ended up being too much for your palate. You preferred simple, yet hearty recipes. Soups and stews were your favourite.
Apparently, they were Raph’s as well. He’d had three bowls of beef stew the last time you made it.
Despite having a fairly good appetite, Raph never finished your food completely; he only ever took enough so you’d still have leftovers for the following day.
He was thoughtful like that. His kindness manifested itself in other ways as well. Sometimes you found little presents, secretly stashed where he knew you’d see them.
Much like a dog bringing a special stick for its preferred human, Raph was thoughtful in a way that reminded you a little of a crow. He would take the time to leave your favourite drink or a chocolate bar you liked on the fire escape during his patrols, or leave a little something in the lair for you to find.
It was very sweet of him, and over the course of your friendship, you found yourself contemplating what it would be like if you were more than just friends. Surely it was just wishful thinking on your part; you’d been friends for about a year, and Raph would’ve made a move if he was interested, right?
On this particular night, however, the veil of uncertainty was not only lifted but completely tossed out the window.
It was during the cleanup after dinner. You’d packed up the rest of dinner in one of your glass containers while Raph was gathering the plates and rinsing them in the sink before loading them into your dishwasher. As you put the container in the fridge and turned to gather the inner pots from the rice cooker and the instant pot, you slipped. There was a small puddle of water on the floor, and you’d lost your footing on the slippery kitchen tiles.
Before you could fall flat on your face in an embarrassing display of clumsiness, his strong arm shot out and caught you, pulling you flush against his very solid chest. Startled, you tilted your face up, and the momentum brought your lips together in a brief yet unexpected kiss.
His mouth, of course, was larger than yours, but far softer than you imagined. It nearly enveloped yours before he quickly pulled away. A myriad of expressions crossed his face as he released you. Shock, realization, and panic were most evident as his alarmed gaze darted around the kitchen. He was trapped.
“S-sorry, fuck, I didn’t mean ta…” he stammered, backing away as he tried to make his retreat, his eyes wide. It was reminiscent of a caged animal, looking for a way to escape a dangerous situation.
Did he really regret kissing you that much? The thought sparked a flicker of uncertainty, but if there was ever a time to be honest about your feelings, this was your chance. It was now or never.
“Raph…it’s…it’s okay. I didn’t mind.” Your heart was pounding in your ears as you waited for his answer. No longer trying to run, he seemed to be trying to form something that resembled a coherent answer.
“…Really?” The tiny amount of hope in his voice made you want to reach out and hold him, especially with the following comment of, “But I’m…not human.”
He was so sweet and clueless, thinking that mattered to you. Taking a deep breath, you continued, “I’m okay with that, in fact, I like that about you, Raph.”
He looked as though you’d cracked the code to his innermost workings, but was still trying to process what you’d just said.
“Ya like… me?” he was dumbfounded. How could someone as pretty and perfect as you possibly like him? He still seemed to be in fight-or-flight mode, so you spoke a bit more gently.
“I do like you, Raph.” Your voice was stronger now, your confidence growing. “Please don’t run.” Carefully, you placed your hand on his chest to ground him, and felt him release a shaky breath.
“I… like ya too…” he laughed softly, relieved and still in disbelief that he’d somehow caught your eye. He’d spent all these months thinking something like this would never happen for him. In his mirth, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you, properly this time.
You smiled into the kiss, your lips sliding over his slowly at first as your arms slid around his neck. Just a taste of you was not enough, apparently, as he opened his mouth and, with careful insistence, demanded entry to yours, and you were unable to deny him.
His larger tongue swept into your mouth, and you moaned, tangling yours with his in an age-old dance that seemed to come naturally to both of you.
Raph tightened his hold on you, pressing you closer as the kiss grew more heated and he plundered your mouth. Reluctantly, you pulled away to catch your breath, and you laughed softly as he pressed his forehead against yours. His chest heaved lightly as well, and, pressed so close, you could even feel his heart beating rapidly beneath the firm plastron.
“Is this real?” he husked, his green eyes boring into yours with a soft warmth reserved only for you.
“It’s real…I’m real.” You whispered, reaching to cradle the back of his head. “Stay with me.”
“Always.” He answered fiercely, cradling you close, protectiveness emanating in waves.
The intensity of the moment had you shying away a little. With a nervous giggle, you planted a quick kiss on his snoot before hiding your face in his chest. “Good…” you murmured, “cuz I’m not gonna let you go.”
Raph rumbled with a low chuckle and wrapped his arms around you just a bit more tightly while he kissed your head. Now more at ease with the brand new concept of having you as his girlfriend, he continued to hold you quietly for a moment. “Gotta say, feels real nice havin’ ya in my arms like this.”
Warmth bloomed in your chest as you smiled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he husked, “but it also makes it easier ta do this.”
Without giving you time to react, Raph attacked with gentle, tickling fingers, intent on making you laugh and squirm.
“Raph!!” you squealed, writhing around like a noodle in his arms, trying to escape. “You jerk!”
“Whatsa matter? Why ain’tcha runnin’?” he teased, still tickling you while holding you close.
Finally, you managed to slip through his arms and duck out of his grasp as you made a mad dash for your room. A gasp escaped your lips, your adrenaline spiking as you heard his heavy footsteps behind you, chasing you like you were his prey. Still cocky though, you breathlessly called behind yourself, “Can’t catch me!”
“That’s what you think, sweetheart.” Of course, he caught up with you, scooped you up, and pulled you onto the bed as you shrieked in surprise. Not giving you a moment to breathe, he sealed his mouth over yours in a deep kiss and planted ticklish pecks all over your neck and the exposed skin just above your breasts.
You were still catching your breath as your eyes met, the playful situation now more of something heavier, deeper, an unspoken agreement between you both that you needed something more.
With his weight carefully distributed on top of you, Raph captured your lips desperately, a low groan rumbling out of him as you returned the kiss just as passionately.
He broke the kiss moments later, looking as if he really couldn’t understand how he got so lucky to be in this position with you.
“How can ya kiss me so sweetly when I’m lookin’ like the creature from the black lagoon?” he wondered, taking a moment to caress your cheek.
As off-putting as he found himself, his turtley features made him all the more attractive and handsome in your eyes.
You were, after all, a reader of non-human smut-based romance novels with an affinity for big, grouchy creatures with a soft side reserved only for the ones they choose to be with.
“Raph, I don’t know how you don’t see it, but you are a very attractive guy. You are to me, anyway, and anyone who told you otherwise just doesn’t understand how special you are.” Speaking from the heart, you cupped his large face in your hands, rubbing your thumb over the scar above his lip. It was your hope that your words really hit home because this man deserved to feel confident about himself.
He made no attempt to refute your claims; instead, he seemed to swell with pride, smiling as he dipped his head down to yours, kissing you with a renewed sense of need.
Dear Lord, this man could kiss. Despite the fact that his mouth was huge, he’d had enough practice to know exactly how to move his lips over yours, gently sucking your bottom lip and coaxing you into opening your mouth as though it was an effortless feat.
Thus far, he’d restricted himself to nothing more than respectful touches, smoothing his hands over your arms, tangling his fingers in your hair and brushing his knuckles against your cheek. Hearing you groan with the onset of deeper kisses seemed to unleash a slightly more feral version of himself.
He stole the breath from your lips, first by tightening his hold on you and sliding his hand down your side with purpose to grasp your thigh, hiking it up.
One roll of his hips on yours had heat pooling in your core. You grasped at his shoulders, your desperation matching his as the scent of your arousal quickly became evident, especially to him.
Raph tore his mouth from yours, looking positively feral, a growl rumbling in his chest as he tried to regain some sense of control.
“I’m…tryin’ not to throw too much atcha at once, but fuck, baby, you smell amazing…”
“Of course you can smell that…” you answered breathlessly, while raising an eyebrow at him. “What does that tell you?”
He smirked, his deep chuckle belying a longing to have more of you. “Tells me, I should never doubt you again, but also fuck me, this is moving faster than I thought it would, and I wanna touch ya, baby…can I?”
You were quite certain that, aside from lightning striking you down, nothing he could say would make you deny him; you’d stamped your approval of such a thing long ago, on the slim chance the stars would align and your relationship might develop from friendship to something more. You’d imagined countless interactions like this one, and you knew Raph would take care of you in the most intimate of ways.
“Yes…Please, Raph, I need you to touch me, please.” If it sounded as though you were a little too desperate, there was no shame in it. You could tell by the way his gaze darkened with need that he wanted this just as much as you did.
Rolling to his side, Raph released his hold on your thigh and gently brushed his fingers over the thin expanse of skin between the waistband of your pyjama shorts and the hem of your tank top. The rough pads of his fingertips on the softness of your belly made you shiver, and then he carefully pushed the fabric up, watching you for any sign that you might tell him to stop.
That was the last thing on your mind; instead, you were wishing you hadn’t worn a bra, but an hour ago, the thought would’ve been incomprehensible since he was just a friend then.
He didn’t seem to mind, however, carefully taking one of your covered breasts into his large hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Perfect…” he murmured, doing the same to the other one. “This ones a bit smaller.”
You laughed, despite the fact that he was feeling you up like this. Of course, his ninja hands would be able to pick up the slight difference in size between your breasts.
“How very astute of you, gonna give me a breast exam next?”
Your sass earned you a very deliberate brush of his thumb across your nipple, and then he was pulling the bra down to give you a small pinch, making you gasp.
“Behave yaself, I’m just gettin’ started. Arms up.”
You did as he asked and your top was pulled up and off. Then he turned you gently to work the back clasp of your bra. That too was removed, and he kissed his way between the valley of your breasts while caressing one with gentle squeezes.
“This one seems alright…” he kissed your nipple and moved onto the next,kissing that one too, but this time his tongue swirled around that nipple with the purpose of making you moan before he released it, blowing a soft puff of air on the damp skin. “That one is real good.”
“Fuck…” you breathed. “Please more.”
Raph was more than happy to spend some time worshipping your breasts, alternating between them and sucking each nipple until they appeared perfectly firm. All the while, you were practically squirming beneath him, groaning in pleasure as the pressure between your legs grew.
“Raph…fuck, go lower…”
Your shorts and underwear were both removed a bit roughly while he nudged your legs apart. Your heart was pounding as you watched him slide a large finger through your folds.
“So fucking wet…all cuz of me.” His expression, while positively carnal, was laced with pride at the fact that he’d been the one to elicit such a response in you.
You trembled from both his touch and the reverence in his voice.
“Don’t worry, sweetness, I’m gonna take care of ya.” His finger was doing long strokes from your clit, through your folds to your opening as though he was playing you like an instrument, and your body came alive. No one had ever made your body respond quite like this. Already, Raph seemed to know you intimately, learning for himself all of the ways you liked to be touched.
“That’s…ah…right there…holy shit!”
After working your clit with his thumb, he’d gently prodded your opening with his index finger before pushing inside.
“This okay?” he asked, only slightly concerned that this might be painful for you.
“Yes! Yes, okay…yesss.” You hissed in pleasure as he curled it within your depths, finding just what he was looking for to amplify your impending release.
His finger and thumb never stopped moving, even as he moved to kiss you, swallowing up your desperate sounds while your hands grappled for his shoulders, squeezing tightly.
It was when your thighs began to shake uncontrollably that he finally broke the kiss, his deep voice in a husk, “That’s it…you’re gonna cum so beautifully for me, darlin’.”
A strangled whimper was your response as you felt him shifting his body, moving his bulk down between your legs and settling himself there.
“Never did get to have my dessert,” he noted, removing his thumb to replace it with his tongue.
With the combined stimulation of his tongue on your clit and his finger buried deep, you were beyond words, your body snapped tight like a rubber band at the very edge.
“C’mon sweetheart, let go for me, I gotcha…” he applied more pressure with his teasing tongue at just the right spot.
To say you cried out his name was an understatement as you nearly screamed it in the throes of your release. Raph worked you through it with every intention of prolonging it as long as possible. It was only when you finally relaxed, shuddering from the onset of sensitivity, that he finally drew his hand away, but not before tasting the essence of you by sucking on the finger that was inside of you moments ago.
“Lookin’ forward to doin’ this with just my tongue next time. Ya taste so sweet.”
Your entire body was flushed pink as you drew forth a breathless laugh, watching him adjust his shorts.
At just a glance, you could tell it was something impressive. Your intrigue at what lay beneath had you moving to your knees and reaching for him.
“Wait…” he stilled your hand while putting forth a sense of uncertainty you were sure probably had something to do with his anatomical differences compared to your own.
“It’s okay, Raph, you’re not gonna scare me with whatever you have hiding in there. Let me see?” you implored him gently while rubbing his thigh.
Some of the tension he’d been holding onto seemed to dissipate as he moved his hand, allowing you access to a part of himself that very few had been granted the privilege of seeing.
Wordlessly, you guided him to sit back against the pillows and cushioned headboard of your bed and placed your hands on his shorts before gently pulling them down.
“Just… I’ll understand if ya wanna take things slow, it’s…it’s a lot.” He was still speaking a bit too fast as you revealed an absolutely massive cock, the likes of which you’d never seen before.
“Oh…” you softly exclaimed, pulling his shorts down and off so you could really get a good look at him.
You’d seen what an actual turtle penis looked like; the cloaca anatomy was the same, but his manhood was definitely not. The head of his cock flared outward with an almost flower-like appearance, blush pink before tapering off to a darker green at the bottom. He was thicker than anything you’d experienced before and longer, too. You estimated over eight inches; only about seven would be feasible to fit inside of you.
“Um, wow, you weren’t kidding…” His cock was as intimidating as the rest of him, and taking it was going to require a lot of careful stretching over quite a few sessions for you to get used to him. With a sinking feeling in your stomach and a flash of disappointment, you realized that tonight you probably weren’t going to be able to manage it.
It wasn’t difficult for Raph to sense the turmoil in your thoughts as he drew your attention back to him. “Hey… sweetheart, listen, we don’t gotta shoot for a homerun tonight, it’s gonna take patience, and a lotta lube plus me getting you ready before you can take even half of this, I’m just happy to be here with ya, however ya wanna do this, I’m game for it.”
Now it was your turn to feel more at ease as you let out a breath of relief. “Time, patience, and a lot of lube,” you agreed, “and maybe the purchase of some larger toys to help with the stretch.” It was okay that you were unprepared for this sexual encounter. Neither of you had been expecting a kiss, let alone being in your bed with not a stitch of clothing between you.
“Anything you need.” He said, briefly touching your arm with a feather-light caress. “I got stuff back home, even rings that’ll stop me from going too far into you.”
Your heart swelled from his thoughtfulness in this manner, and you rubbed his chest lovingly. “I am one hundred percent on board with that. For now, though, can I try a different way to make you feel good?”
“Absolutely…” He was trying not to appear too eager for your touch, but he craved it, had fantasized many times about this exact situation, with you in control, just like this.
After moving to straddle his massive thighs, you reached to grasp him firmly and stroked him gently as a hiss of air escaped his lips. He was impressive, quite thick, your thumb and forefinger barely able to touch as you worked him slowly.
“Just like that, baby…”
You were growing more confident with each deep stroke of his length, and it was apparent that Raph was enjoying it as well, with how he was trying hard not to thrust up into your hand. Tightening your grip just slightly and rubbing your thumb over the frenulum and his unique tip made him groan and buck his hips.
“Shit…” His control was fraying. He was now fisting the sheets and biting his bottom lip, his huge chest heaving; it wouldn’t be long.
You simply smirked, stroking him faster. “Feels good?” With your voice pitched lower, you added, “I want to see you finish for me, Raph, I want you to cum on my hand, make an absolute mess of things.”
He growled, his body tensing up as a precursor to his release, “I’m fucking close… keep stroking me, baby, just like that…”
It was surreal, seeing how much of an effect you had just by using your hand to pleasure him. Licking your lips, you peered down at his very unique tip, fluttering and pulsing slightly from your touch.
While maintaining your pace, you decided to run your tongue from the frenulum to the small slit that was very generously leaking pre-cum onto your hand and swirl it around.
The effect was instantaneous as Raph’s entire body jerked and he swore loudly, “FUCK!” The finishing move, the teasing touch of your tongue on his cock had led to an absolutely explosive release.
Hot liquid shot out in spurts, coating your hand and dripping down onto his lower plastron as he shuddered in pleasure.
“Fuck…fuck…” he breathed, basking in the moment before the absence of your touch brought him back to himself, his softening length now lying in a pool of his cum on his lower plastron.
You were shuffling around on the bed looking for something to clean your hand with.
“Shit, baby, I’m sorry, here, use these.” He was tossing his gym shorts over that you caught in your clean hand.
“Then they’ll be messed up.” You protested gently, “What will you wear?”
He laughed, deeply and full of reverence for what just transpired between you both, “Sweetheart, I don’t plan on wearing much after what we just did. Clothing optional.”
You snorted with laughter, using his shorts to clean your hands and the mess that was left over on him before tossing them into your laundry basket. Satisfied with that and noting how quickly his cock had retreated back inside his tail, you had little time to react before Raph had taken hold of you and gently pulled you back down into his huge arms and warm embrace.
“You are fucking awesome, baby, fucking best hand job of my life.” He praised, kissing you more than a few times to show just how much he appreciated you. “Ya didn’t have to, but ya did, and I’m really grateful ya liked it.”
“I wanted to.” You giggled between his kisses. “That’s what girlfriends do, right?”
He grew quiet then, fixing you with an intense look that made you nervous because neither of you had placed a label on what this was now. Best friends, yes, girlfriend and boyfriend? Partners? You hoped he was on the same page as you.
“Only the best girlfriends will put their mouths on a mutant turtle cock willingly.” He said, making you blush. “You’re more than just my girlfriend, you’re my best friend, somethin’ real special, and I can’t believe I got so lucky.”
You kissed him as the tension eked out of you like a slowly deflating balloon. His resolve was solid, just as unmoving as he was when he’d made up his mind about something.
In that moment, you’d become the single most important person in his life, and he had needed you more than he’d ever thought possible.
You needed him, too. You always have. He was your best friend and everything you wanted in a partner. You thanked whatever deities had brought you together in this moment. Who knew it would take only a near-wipeout-turned-surprise kiss for you both to confess your feelings?
Given how much this man loved to eat, you had a sneaking suspicion that this would lead to many more dinners, just like this one.
(A/n): I for sure have done this before, but also I sucked at writing back then, so... let's run it back. I will consider doing receiving at some point, but this was mostly done to help with some writers block. So to my asks in my inbox (and two drafts...), I apologize, that's sort of at the bottom of the list. But you guys sent some good ideas that I will take advantage of!
TW: Oral sex, Nsfw, fem genitals (but if someone wants to send a request for them giving blow jobs... 👀)
- The one to wait in the dead of night, when it's all quiet and you're close to sleepiness, to slip the blanket off you. He wants to hear just you and only you, nobody to interrupt, nothing to interfere
- Feather light touches, fingers petting and trying to feel the shape of you through your panties. It's torture when all that's separating him and you is a piece of fabric. Leo is more fingers than mouth when it comes to oral, at least to begin with. He likes playing with his food, essentially
- The type to tuck your underwear to the side and dip a finger through your folds. This is when he really gets into it, and finally he'll bend down use his mouth
- He's kissing around and on your clit, lavishing it with his tongue every other kiss, meanwhile his finger is pushing into you to pull out slick and pet your folds again. His free hand is on one thigh, pushing it as far it'll let, thumb rubbing soothing circles over the trembling muscle
- You finish when he wants you to, and that's when he finally sets a steady rhythm. Closing his mouth over your clit and upping the pace of his hand, watching you crash and letting your thigh go to wrap around him
- The type to corrall you into your bedroom or the bathroom, a big hand gripping your rear end. Raph is on the complete opposite spectrum and is purely desperate
- The one to rip your panties off, not like a barbarian, but you can hear them stretch and a seam rip when he snatches them over your hips
- Face down, ass up, he's here to run his tongue over all of it and this is the best way to get it all. His hands are purely there to push the fat of your thighs and ass apart for better access. He's all mouth, it's wet, messy, and the sounds make your toes curl.
- This is face reddening, but he loves how you smell, and will bury his snout in to get the full experience. It doesn't matter if you're freshly showered or sweaty, he's kind of nasty, huffing while he's licking through your folds like an ice cream
- It'd be a miracle you hadn't came already by the time he's ready to wrap it up, hands kneading your hips and dragging you back while he fucks you with his tongue. Raph wants to feel you clench and taste it first hand
- The kind to ask you sweetly if he can taste you, and you could be loafing on the couch with major bed head. This is a sign that he finds you very adorable right now and this is the only way he can satiate that cuteness aggression
- Unwraps you almost like a gift, gently pulling your panties down your leg before bundling them up and tucking them somewhere for safe keeping. This is where he takes the time to run his hands up and down your legs
- Donnie is the one to make you hold your legs up and apart, just so he can take his own and reeeaaallly explore. His favorite thing in the world is to spread your lips open and see the pretty pink. His stare almost makes you want to clamp your legs shut
- Very precise with his tongue, pointing it and swirling patterns, like writing out love letters for you. He starts right at your hole, dipping for a taste, before dragging up the really sensitive, practically untouched, parts of you
- It's very drawn out, and you're sweaty and panting, begging to finish when he finally gives grace. That methodical, precise touching is dropped in favor of opening his mouth and ravishing you with the flat of his tongue, one if the hands keeping you pulled apart finds it's way pumping into you until you're clenching (And YES, he's gonna pull back to see you clench through your orgasm)
- The guy to do it anywhere, happily, eagerly. Take him where you want him and press down on his shoulders, he'll give you what you want
- Mikey tugs your panties halfway down, forgetting them at your knees in favor to press his face right between your legs and place sloppy kisses. You've gotta kick them off somehow while he's moaning at the first taste of you
- Messy and unfiltered and just ready to please, he's panting against you as he tries to tilt his head and stick his tongue inside you. His hands are groping, one tugging your hips in whatever position necessary while the other is tucking into your bra
- Out if them all he enjoys it the most. His hips are twitching in tandem with his mouth, you both moan when he sucks your clit. It's like crack for him, the way you taste
- Overstimulates you to the point of spots in your vision, eyes unfocused and pupils blown wide, he's in la la land when you get the strength to take your hand and push him away. Ignore the dark spot on his shorts
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Thinking of future, living in the colonies Rise Donatello. (NSFW, 1500+ words)
It had been far too long since he had a partner in his arms. She had been eyeing him for weeks, but he couldn’t risk assuming what her curious stares were for. He got stared at all the time. He was one of the tall, green-skinned mutants that lived in the colony, and he and his brothers stood out among the inhabitants that were mostly humans.
She had been eyeing him at mealtimes and whenever he ended up in her workspace, which had been happening more and more often. Did he actually need to go into the armory and check parts multiple times a day? No. Was anyone going to stop him or tell him off? Also no. Did he use the extra time to catch her eye and wink at her? Absolutely. After subtly inviting her to “assist him with important weapon maintenance” in his private workshop, he quickly assessed her staring was exactly what he had hoped it was.
Now he had her up on a workbench, his hand in her open denims, his mouth on her neck. Her fingers clung to his muscular arms as she moaned in breathy pants. Donatello growled as he watched her open mouth make a continuous stream of sounds. She was so vocal for him. Sweet, delicious sounds of lusty pleasure. He’d missed this so much.
“Yeah, you like that? Is this what you’ve been wanting? You could have just asked. Making us both wait,” he huffed near her ear before moving his lips over the side of her throat again. With incredible self-control, he refrained from nipping her soft skin. Instead, he kissed her and focused on her responses to the way he touched her wet folds. Teasing her, he waited until she was close before pressing one of his thick digits inside of her. He was rewarded with a sharp gasp, followed by a deep moan as her eyes flew open and met his.
“Oh, fuck,” she hissed, her fingers gripping his arm tighter, arching up off the workbench as she felt him begin to move his crooked finger in and out of her.
Donatello ate up her noises. He loved how powerful this made him feel. Having a cute woman writhing before him and knowing it was all because of him was the serotonin hit he had been missing for a while. “You’re doing so well, dove,” he cooed at her, watching her jerk and squirm on the mess of papers beneath her. He kept his pace slow, teasing her more, keeping her on the edge.
“Please,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering open to meet his again briefly.
Donatello smirked, “Please what?”
“Please, I want it. Give it to me,” she moaned back, her hands pawing at his arms.
“You’ll have to be specific,” he purred back. Donatello couldn’t have any question about what she wanted. Mutant-human relationships were highly discouraged in the colony as is, and he didn’t need to get in trouble for assuming anything. He needed her explicit consent before he’d continue. She’d already begged him to touch her and tugged his hand to her pants. Donatello also wanted to hear her wet lips ask for it. “What do you want, dove?” he asked a bit firmer.
She swallowed hard and said, “I want you to fuck me.”
They both felt his hips snap forward and back. It had been too long. He inhaled sharply through his nostrils and grounded himself.
“As you wish, my dear,” he said, slipping his hand from her sex and pants.
She softly whimpered at the loss.
Carefully removing her pants and underwear, Donatello tossed them aside. One hand moved to open his own pants, shoving them and his black shorts down his powerful thighs. The other hand gripped her by the hip and pulled her closer until she was slightly off the edge of his workbench that happened to be exactly the right height for this. He’d made sure of it beforehand.
He eyed her wet sex before leaning over her again. “You felt how big my finger was, but that was just a finger,” he murmured, both hands gripping her hips now. He gave her a squeeze as if to remind her. “The easiest way this is going to work is if I drop inside of you,” he explained.
“Drop?” she whispered back, sounding confused.
Donatello ground himself briefly against her, letting his swollen slit rub against hers and let out a soft grunt. She moaned back. He didn’t care if she didn’t completely understand. She soon would. It had been far, far too long. His self-control was beginning to slip.
“Ready, dove? Ready for me to fill you?” Donatello asked in a ragged voice.
“Please,” she whimpered again, trying to rock against him again, but his large hands held her still.
Tugging her closer, one hand spreading her sex a bit more, he lined himself up against her. The hand on her hip pressed her down into the wooden tabletop. He had to get this right the first time or they’d both slowly struggle. It had been a while since he’d done this, but he still knew how. Finally letting go, he dropped his swelling erection right into her wet cunt. A deep groan of satisfaction and relief poured from his throat.
She grabbed the edge of the workbench with one hand and ended up with a fistful of papers and pencils in the other. Arching high off the desk, her eyes were wide as her open mouth warbled a loud, strangled sound. Her legs closed against his hips and slowly opened again. She’d never felt anything like this before. He’d filled her, but continued to swell and grow inside of her.
Donatello opened his eyes when he felt his thick organ finish swelling. It felt so good to be inside another again. He saw the surprised look on her face and chuckled softly as she got used to his size. Grateful that she wasn’t wincing, he kissed at her neck again and distracted her with tender touches all over her soft body. “Perfect,” he whispered, “Oh you’re doing so well, dove.” When she began to relax, he began to move.
It took two shallow, testing thrusts for her to finally succumb to the pleasure he’d been teasing up since she’d gotten into his workshop. She cried out and gasped for air as her heart raced and her sex throbbed around him.
Watching the woman thrash and come undone on his cock made Donatello smirk and huff. He held her still and continued to pump in and out of her. “That’s it, dove, tell me how good it feels,” he growled, his gleaming eyes watching her every move.
As Donatello fucked her, cautiously getting more and more rough, the woman continued to noisily moan, pant, and occasionally squeal before him. His flared head rubbed her insides like nothing had before, and she trembled before him on the workbench. Her head tossed from side to side and her hands gripped the table and his arms on and off. When she put one arm over her flushed face, Donatello moved it back down.
“None of that. I need to see you,” he said, his voice rough with pleasure.
She blushed even more, eyes opening for a moment to see his face above her, the wild look in his eyes. “Oh, fuck,” she warbled, biting her lower lip before panting again.
Donatello felt his own climax build. He usually lasted far longer than this, but it had been ages, and he’d been patiently preparing in the hopes that she would be receptive to him. He was so glad she was. His uniquely shaped head flared more, the fleshy points swelling in preparation of his orgasm.
With a deeper tone, he asked, “Where do you want it, dove?” His hips continued to snap back and forth, thrusting into her throbbing sex.
She struggled to answer and moaned, “Give it to me,” in a very slurred sounding voice.
“Where?” Donatello asked again louder, his teeth gritted.
“Fill me up!” she cried out, feeling him swell inside her even more. She shook and gripped at the table again. She could feel his grip tightening on her hips.
Picking up the pace again, Donatello thanked his lucky stars and leaned over her, huffing against her skin, losing himself in her. “Take it all then,” he growled before pulling her closer, rutting her hard and finally cumming deep inside of her with a loud cry of his own as she cried out with him, arching and shaking again.
Slumped over her, supporting himself with one arm, the pair panted, still joined at the hips. Blinking slowly, Donatello savored the cocktail of feel-good chemicals in his brain. Having a warm body beneath him was far better than any toy or invention. He churred softly, barely audible, as he lingered and nuzzled her neck. Giving her a quick nip, he finally straitening slowly. He touched the side of her flushed face gently with one finger.
“Your new position will be here with me now,” he said matter-of-factly, “I needed a new assistant, and I believe your competency, high capacity for knowledge, and proper ‘weapon maintenance techniques’ will serve the colony better here than working in the armory.”
The woman huffed and looked up at her new boss with half-lidded eyes. “And what weapon will I be maintaining?” she asked, sounding winded still.
Donatello grinned a wide, toothy smile. He chuckled, “Why dove, me, of course.”
A/N: We’re back baby! Here to start off a new fanfic renaissance with a smut! Enjoy!💙
Song: “WHY AREN’T WE HAVING SEX?” by Liza Owen.
All characters are aged up.
Warnings: Heat wave, situationship/friendship/relationship?, standing shower sex, shower sex on the floor, unprotected sex.
Strawberry colored lights / Been reading all the signs / This record on rewind / We already know / Exactly where this goes / Our bodies in no clothes / The universe says so / We already know
A heat wave had struck New York, leaving most of the people in the city fanning themselves in the warmth, doing whatever they could to cool down, but nothing seemed to be enough. It wasn’t much better in the sewers, with the Lair feeling just as hot as many apartments above ground.
The light in Leonardo’s room seemed to have taken on a red glow in the heat, as if the light itself had started to add to the stuffiness of the room. It was so hot that you had drenched your clothes with sweat, causing you to strip down to nothing but your underwear. Yet you stayed in there, laying flat on the floor next to Leo in front of a fan, trying your best to cool down. Other than the sound of the fan blowing air at full speed, was the sound of your phone playing music somewhere on the floor.
“I curse global warming”, you groaned, stretching your hands up over your head, hoping that it somehow would help. And to your joy, it did momentarily. But then Leo chuckled at your words, causing you to look in his direction, feeling your body heat up instantly. Laying next to you was Leo wearing nothing but a pair of well fitting boxers, eyes closed with a small smile as he tried to relax in the heat wave. You knew that Leo was laying beside you, and you knew that he was wearing next to nothing, yet the sight of him was enough to make your heart raise and set your skin and thoughts alight.
You and Leonard were close friends. Maybe even best friends… Who are you trying to fool? You and Leo were closer than friends and everybody knew it. One look at the two of you, and anybody could tell was far more than just a friendship. They way you spoke to each other, and the way your eyes softened when you had each other in sight. And it was no secret. There was just something strong between you and Leo. So strong that even the two of you were aware of it, fully aware that the other person knew it as well. Which is one of the reasons why you and Leo decided to spend the heat wave together, laying on the floor in nothing but boxers and underwear. Had it been normal temperature, the two of you would most likely have been cuddling in his bed like you had done so many times before, letting pillow talk lull the two of you to sleep. But something that never changed, no matter the temperature, was the dirty thoughts entering your head whenever you looked at Leo and his well built body, leading to the same question every single time; why aren’t the two of you having sex?
You and Leo cuddled pretty much all the time, no matter how much or how little clothes you were wearing. Hell, you had even changed clothes in front of each other before training together. Good lord, you have seen his tail! But you had never had sex. And what many people may find surprising, is the fact that the two of you had never kissed. To you, it was so sexually frustrating, just laying there and knowing that you could have this man, yet neither of you had ever pushed it there. But good lord, you really wanted too…
Pull up to another rental / Big house with a little pink door / Hard fact is inevitable, oh, oh-oh / Catch fire but we never see smoke / So hot when you give me control / Hard fact is inevitable, oh
“I bet you’re not the only one”, Leo chuckled, opening one eye to look at you momentarily, chuckling when he saw you staring at him.
That man… Sometimes you wondered if he knew what he did to you, just laying there and making simple existence look so god damn hot. It was enough to make your body boil with excitement.
“It’s so hot!”, you whined. “I hate being this hot! I’m so close to just taking my skin off”.
“Please don’t”, Leo said, still with his eyes closed. “I think the mess wouldn’t be worth it”.
You let out a frustrated sigh, trying to let yourself relax against the floor beneath you. But it simply wasn’t working. And that was when you decided that enough was enough, sitting on straight and grabbing a hold of your bra.
“Fuck it”.
Leo opened his eyes out of curiosity, wanting to see whatever you were planning on, only to be met with the sight of you unhooking your bra, before throwing it far away. You laid back down, raising your arms above your head once more, letting out a relaxed sigh and closing your eyes, as the air from the fan came into contact with your exposed breasts.
Leo had seen your tits before, but that did not make it less shocking and exciting for him. The one other time he had seen you topless, was when you got bored during his training, and decided to flash him. That sight had never left his mind, and he often found himself thinking about it while being alone with you, and especially when he was all by himself…
But seeing a momentary flash of your nipples could not compare to what he was looking at now. Your body - almost naked with the exception of a pair of panties - had him reliving every single fantasy he had ever had about you… Why did you have to be so hot?
Leo’s staring at that moment was shameless; lips slightly parted and his breathing getting deeper. His gaze became even more burning than the heat of the air, making you aware of someone watching you. And so you looked to Leo, feeling a shiver run through your body when you saw him. The way he just laid there and stared at you, his eyes looking at your sweaty naked chest raising up and down with each of your increasingly shallow breaths. His eyes - still friendly and kind - grew slightly darker, taking in the sight of you.
Your eyes did the same to him, taking in all of him. All the way from his head and down his toned body to-... Your leg muscles tightened. A large tent had grown in his boxers, straining against the fabric that restrained it. You almost choked on your own breath. Leonardo had dropped just by staring at your chest.
Why aren't we having sex? / Because the only thing that's on my mind is / Why aren't we having sex? / Because the only thing that's on my mind is / Why aren't we having sex?
The heat suddenly seemed much stronger, with Leonardo’s room suddenly feeling like an oven. Yet with your skin feeling like it was close to melting, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering how Leo might look beneath those tight boxers. The bulge was more than impressive, and the thought of him slowly sliding in… You needed to cool down!
“Wanna go take a shower?”, you asked.
Leo looked up at your face, like he had just been pulled from a trance. It took him a moment to register your words, before giving you a node and a small smile.
You and Leo did not bother to put clothes on before leaving his bedroom. It was too hot. Instead you wrapped your arms around yourself, and walked behind Leo as you made your way to the bathroom. Leo walked with his hand hovering over his hardened manhood, covering himself in case anybody would see the two of you. But no one saw you, as they were most likely hiding away in their own rooms, trying to find ways to escape the air.
Naked in the bathroom / Show me something bad about you / Oh, oh, oh-oh / Come on and show me what I'm missing / Hurry up and cut the tension / Oh, oh, oh-oh
Once in the bathroom, Leo was quick to head for the shower, turning on the cold water, feeling a sudden need to cool himself off. It was as if the reality of what most likely was about to happen was hitting him, making him more nervous than he had been around you for a long time.
Leo was ready to jump into the pouring water with his boxers still on, only to freeze when he felt your hand on his arm. He turned to find you looking up at him, once again with your chest fully on display. Leo swore he could already feel himself leaking into his underwear…
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”, you asked, nodding down to his boxers.
“What about you?”, he asked, trying to keep his cool as he gestured towards the thin fabric covering your lower part.
You smiled before hooking your fingers into your panties and slipping them down your legs with ease. If you had to be honest, you had wanted to get rid of your underwear in front of Leo for so long, and the eagerness was starting to show. And though Leo was nervous, he loved seeing you like this. Naked and eager for him…
“You sure you want to see it?”, Leo asked, sounding just as breathless like he did after a long practice.
“Yes”, you answered, your voice sounding small yet yearning. “I really want to see it”.
Leo’s eyes flickered across your face as he slowly bit his bottom lip, before giving you a node, continuing to look at your face as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his tight boxers. Pushing the tight fabric down, his long member sprang from its confines, slapping up against his lower plastron, just as eager as you, ready to stand hard and proud for you to see.
You were shocked at the size, finding yourself staring out it with your mouth open. But when you looked up at him once again, it was as if something snapped within him. One of his hands took a sudden but soft hold of the back of your neck, before pulling you to him, your chest against his plastron, his penis flush against your skin, and his lips hungryly on yours. And you reciprocated instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you arched against him, with a voice in your head jumping with joy and yelling “finally!”
Pull up to another rental / Big house with a little pink door / Hard fact is inevitable, oh, oh-oh / Catch fire but we never see smoke / So hot when you give me control / Hard fact is inevitable, oh, oh-oh
With your lips and tongues moving against each other like they had always wanted to, your hands moved over your bodies, touching and squeezing wherever they went. When Leo squeezed your ass, you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. And when you gave Leo’s lower lip a light bit, the groan that escaped him made your already slick folds a slippery mess.
You grabbed a hold of Leo’s hand, before moving it in between your legs, in an attempt to let him know where you needed him.
“Show me baby”, Leo groaned against your lips. “Show me what you want”.
Using one of Leo’s thick fingers, you moved it between your folds, making sure it got covered in your wetness. Leo followed your guidance, before letting you push his finger into you, feeling your tightness stretch out around his finger. It was a sweet burn, causing you to whimper against Leo’s parted lips, as he had stopped kissing you, now watching your face close up, taking in every single reaction you gave him.
Once you had gotten used to his finger, you started to move against it, and before long, Leo was the one thrusting his finger in and out of you. It didn’t take long before you found your legs shaking and sweat dripping down your bodies.
No matter how much you wanted Leo to continue, and make you cum on his fingers, the tempting cooling shower was screaming for the two of you.
When Leo removed his finger from your wet cunt, he made sure to keep his eyes on yours, before taking his finger into his mouth, sucking your juices off of it. It almost made your knees buckle beneath you.
Why aren't we having sex? / Because the only thing that's on my mind is / Why aren't we having sex? / Because the only thing that's on my mind is / Why aren't we having sex? / Because the only thing that's on my mind is / Why aren’t we?
The feeling of the shower water hitting against your skin, seemed to add the energy the heat had taken away from you. The same thing happened to Leo, who had new strength in the way he held onto you, holding you tightly against him, like he was scared the moment would end if he let you go.
You felt emboldenment, reaching down between your bodies, for the long shaft that seemed to ache for the two of you. The feeling of your fingers wrapping around him, made Leo moan against your mouth, moving himself further into your hand, like he silently asked you to continue. And you did, moving your hand up and down his member making him buckle against you.
“Come here” Leo mumbled against you, before grabbing a hold of you and lifting you up off the ground, letting you to instinctively wrap your legs around him, feeling his hardness press up against your thigh.
Pressing you up against the cold wall, Leo used one hand to grab a hold of his penis, before letting his tip slide back and forth between your folds. You whimpered before looking down between the two of you, watching as Leo started to line himself up against your entrance. Leo looked you in the eyes, silently asking you if he could move forward. And as an answer, you nodded, your own eyes pleading him to move into you. And so Leo did, letting his head penetrate your entrance, feeling your opening stretch further around him.
You let out a loud moan, letting your head fall back against the shower wall, all while Leonardo moved further and further into you, until he couldn’t push more of him into you.
Leo rested his forehead against your shoulder, letting out a shuttering sigh at the feeling of your warm walls hugging him so tightly.
“Fuck”.
“Leo”, you said, making him look up at you. “Please move. I need you to move”.
Leo let out a chuckle, before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “As you wish, sweetheart”.
Feeling Leo move back before thrusting back into you, made you dig your nails into his skin, holding on for dear life. You had long fantasised and imagined how it would feel to let Leo fuck you, but nothing could prepare you for how good it actually felt. And he had just started…
Leo slowly allowed himself to gain more speed and force, letting a faint sound of skin slapping together grow between the two of you. With each thrust, you felt a hot fire grow within you. A different kind of hot than the heat wave that had gotten you here, but an electric one. And it only seemed to grow.
“Leo…”, you whimpered in an attempt to tell him just how good you were feeling, but the words got stuck in your throat, with nothing but moans getting out instead. But Leo seemed to understand. Even without words, he understood what you wanted. You wanted more.
Leo’s lips was back on yours as he moved you back off the wall, your legs still wrapped around him as he held you close. He kneeled down onto the floor, before laying you down before him, his member still inside of you as he followed you down. He was quick to resume his thrusting, this time at a much greater pace.
Of all the things you had imagined, you had never thought that you and Leo’s first time together would be with your back on the floor of the shower. Sure, you had thought about shower sex, but laying on the hard cold floor with his body hovering above you, the water pouring onto his shell, before running around his body and dripping onto you from his plastron. Somehow it was much better than you had ever imagined.
If you had been loud before, you might as well have been screaming now, as Leo used one hand to spread one leg further apart, opening you more to him. The sound of running water could no longer hide the smacking of skin, and with Leo moaning and groaning in your ear, you could feel your building orgasm press forward, teasing you but standing just on the edge. That was when you felt Leo twitch inside of you, letting you know that he too felt his high threatening him on the edge, with the fluttering of your walls only pushing him further along. And it was with that your high came crashing down on you, causing you to cry out and arch against Leo. Your walls clamping down on him was just was he needed, pulling out of you just in time to shoot his white ropes over your arching body, watching as his pulsing penis covered your lower half in his sperm.
Leo’s body almost collapsed onto yours, his arms keeping him from crushing down on you with his full weight, with his forehead once again resting against your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.
Finally feeling yourself being able to think again, you couldn’t help but laugh, wrapping your arms around Leo’s neck as he looked at you, as if to ask what you were thinking.
“Maybe I don’t hate being hot after all”, you laughed, pulling him in for another kiss, as you felt the water continue to fall onto the two of you.
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Hello, everyone! Sorry I've been so quiet lately, life is life-ing and I'm just trying to survive it and work at the same time. You all know how it goes. Anyway!
Now, this post I'm not bringing you one, but TWO stories! Both containing fanchild OCs my brain made up on the spot for two of my close friends!
I have decided to post these fics through Ellipsus and will be doing so from here on out, for my own creative safety and peace of mind.
This first fic is JUST finished and brand new and something I wrote for one of my besties @sophiacloud28 !! (Special thank you to Laundry for beta reading this one!)
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This second one I am fairly certain I forgot to post, but I wrote it for one of my other besties @adebauchedsloth!!
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This might be a silly question but I just started following you and I wanted to know who is or who is your fav tmnt character(s)? Could be in general or from iteration
Here we go, two asks in one day.
Thank you for your question and not silly at all! I paused on answering it because this is so open-ended I could be here all day answering who my fav TMNT characters are.
To condense things, I'll stick with the main four and choose my favourite.
I can safely say for every iteration it's always been Michelangelo. The 2K3 series is what got me into it and it just never left. I have a real affinity for underrated characters, especially those who seem unassuming but then 'bam' the show hits you with how smart they are, how capable they are had they just been given a chance to prove themselves.
Also, I am weak for the comic relief characters, the ones that make me smile and laugh. Mikey fit the bill in all of these categories. He is a sweet guy with a heart of gold and I love all versions of him. Mikey is the character I am most comfortable writing for, the words just flow a lot more easily with him at the reins inside my head.
I aim to write for him as much as I can because from what I've seen, he could easily be labeled as the least popular brother in any given version. Justice for Mikey. 😁
Honorable mention goes to Raphael. I was never much into him when I watched the 2k3 series for the 2012 series. When the Bay movies came out though, I was looking 👀 and I must say I do love a big grumpy guy who's actually a big softy. Then Rise came out and I was a goner, that version of Raph has my heart and I love him. Again, I hope to write more for him since I don't tend to see a lot of stories that feature just him.
I hope this answers your question! Also I have received your other request and it might be a little while until I can answer it. Thank you!
I owe you my LIFE 😭❤️ for the love of all good things in the world, please do not apologize for it taking time to put it up on AO3. You have literally used your own valuable free time to create media in this fandom, for FREE (Oh my God, the way I would be sending you so many ko-fis or patreon subs or whatever you do if you do anything like that if I wasn't existing in this terrible economy and had cash to spare), and went forward to put it up on an easier to read platform when asked out of the sheer kindness of your own heart. I would have waited a year, happily. You are an angel, your works are amazing, and thank you SO MUCH for putting Feral on AO3!
(Apologies for taking a while to answer this ask)
You are absolutely so sweet not only for taking the time to send the ask thanking me, but also for your patience and your kind words. Making my stories more accessible for my readers was not something I'd been thinking of until your ask popped up in my inbox and now I'm on the path of adding more of my stories, especially my longer ones.
My good friend @adebauchedsloth mentioned that Tumblr has a nasty habit of refreshing on her when she's trying to read a long fic and clicks away from the app. Sometimes stories aren't linked properly with their chapters either making it difficult to read the next part.
I will be making more of an effort to get more stories on AO3, if there are any more immediate requests for this, please let me know!
