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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(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
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.”
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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!)
Orion
This second one I am fairly certain I forgot to post, but I wrote it for one of my other besties @adebauchedsloth!!
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!
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If this has already been pointed out, please indulge me in saying it again:
If you post writing or art, don’t get discouraged if it doesn’t get a lot of notes. Don’t delete it if it doesn’t get a lot of notes. Don’t see it as a reflection of how good you are or take it personally. Don’t feel like you don’t belong in the space, because you do.
My work with most notes? Appy Slices. You wanna know how long it sat after posting before people started discovering it? A WHILE. Some of my favorite writing gets zero attention, and that’s all right! At the end of the day it’s for ME, and somewhere along the way if someone else likes it that’s cool, but it’s still a beautiful flower even if someone doesn’t pick it for their bouquet.
Fandom is also in waves as well. People ride the sea of life, and they might be visiting other waters before diving back in to your fandom. Have patience, and don’t get discouraged.
Your story, art, perspective is important, and it will resonate with people. Don’t choke it before it can reach them.
I still have my ancient fics on good ol' fanfiction.net and that is where they will rest. As for my recent stuff, there absolutely are some stories that I wish would get more attention, but I know people have enjoyed it or maybe haven't had a chance to read it. This is why once I've posted something it's there to stay just in case the right reader comes along.
Do You Know What You’re Doing? Bayverse! Turtles x Reader Headcanons
💌 this is based off of a tiny little tiktok trend i’m seeing… people post specific and in-depth things that their s/o does that attracts them :) figured i’d give it a go with the bay boys. a little broad but that’s likely because this was instead written a little more suggestive than i had initially planned. but… who’s complaining? lmfao
if you’re wondering… trend: ‘things i find extremely attractive’ on tiktok
synopsis: the turtles are attractive and things get explicit.
Warnings: NSFW, suggestive, 18+. MDNI. All characters aged up
Leo:
I’d like to believe that Leo, in private, genuinely finds the idea of overpowering people intriguing. He’s learned to do better, KNOWS how to do better when it comes to controlling his attitude– but you give him some leniency with it.
In the scenario where you and he decide to participate in this—"this" meaning being generous about how much of a sassy, authoritative, commanding turtle he's allowed to be—approach with caution. By God, he takes full advantage.
It’s not like the relationship he has with his brothers. Not ridiculously domineering, no. He knows when to act like an actual man.
But he is a tease.
“What?” He would sneer. Clicking his tongue, tilting his head, pouting at you when you don’t get your way.
Again. That’s only in private. He treats you like royalty in the presence of literally anyone else.
I have an idea in my head that he’s definitely the type of individual to enjoy reading books.
Classics, of course, but he gets these (cough) frisky ideas from romance books. No doubt.
That’s where Leo would learn how to do all of this romantic kinky shit to you. No social media, as he’s likely absent from it– maybe visits a few “how-to’s”, but other than that, when it comes to his romanticism tactics; it’s all literature-based.
He’s into begging. Matter of fact, I’d say it’s one of the biggest things he’s into– he loves when the words coming out of your mouth are simply words of want. You want him to do this to you? Him, of all people? You gorgeous being, you. It boosts his damn ego, plain and simple.
Leo got into this by fault of his own. Blue had gotten his hands on a romantic book that consisted of some fairly explicit adult content for the first time; lord knows how he got it. Probably found it in a trash bin on patrol, the cover looked nice.
Had no idea what the book consisted of. Picked it up. Couldn’t put it back down. Discovered something new about himself that day.
It was from then on out he started to hide his growing book collection from his family. Maybe he sets the more acceptable ones out on display… sure.
In PUBLIC, honor boy is a completely different character.
He’s respectful.
Holds the door open, buys you food, aids you with care like no other when you’re sick. Something as simple as a slight headache has him dropping everything to come baby you without having to ask.
That’s all you have to do: ask. That’s it.
If you ever get back from a date night, feet tired from wearing heels or a painful shoe all night, you best believe that man is swooping you right up and off of your feet with the shoes dangling in the other hand.
Leo’s a big fan of back-of-hand/knuckle kisses. It’s one of his favorite ways to show his respect to you, even if he acts the opposite when you’re alone ;)
He just likes getting a rise out of you… tease that man, for God’s sakes. You won’t regret it.
This is just an extra… but he absolutely loooooves helping you zip up your dress. Slowly. Surely. Matter of fact, just follow him to the bedroom, it doesn’t need to be zipped up anyways.
Raph:
We know that Raph hates being excluded from decisions, major or minor.
That’s why it’s his number one priority to make your voice heard.
He WILL make sure that you stand out in a group setting. That man is used to being left out of group conversations. If there’s one thing he can do to show his attention, it’s giving you his own undivided attention; even if that means forcing the rest of the group to listen to what you have to say.
He doesn't care if he has to fight to do it. By all means, speak your truth.
When it comes to people that aren’t his own dearly loved and immediate family, Raph is more of a socially anxious being! Contrary to popular belief, yes. It’s true. He may come off as a hot head… probably because yes. He is. But the dude knits in his free time. He hates people. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… I’m almost 99% he’d be on the introverted side if he were to be publicly accepted.
Speaking of knitting!
Gift giving is his looove language 💕
When winter rolls around, he’s knitting you a blanket and you don’t get a choice but to use it and KEEP it.
When Spring rolls around, he has you bring that blanket back to the lair so he has some sort of scent remnant of you.
It’s really no surprise as to why he wants it. 🙃
On a different topic, I’m also a firm believer that he’d be allllllll over kissing the scars on your body.
So what, you think they’re ugly? He has them too. He thinks they look cool. But oh, they look so much better on you.
Stretch marks. Scars. Injuries of the like. They show a journey and he is so unbelievably down to prove it to you.
Speaking of proving things to you….
Raph likes loves when you speak out against him. It gives him all the more reason to take your two hands in his giant green one and use that shit against you.
You wanna talk about how much you hate your body? How much you think people hate you for who you are? How shitty of a s/o you think you are?
Try saying or proving any of that when one hand is grasping two of yours and the other is over your mouth.
You’re not able to say anything, regardless. Your mind is too busy on other things ;)
Like Raph’s voice, for one. He’s vocal! And is WELL aware.
Spring, he despises; he misses you too much. However, he never allows you over, as he is far too terrified of harming you.
Because he has no control over his actions for the week (at most), you’ve been tasked with staying home. Spring, in its entirety; SUCKS– but Raph will be a trooper for ya’.
It’s only about a week’s length where spring fever hits him like a train. Yeah. A week’s length is all you have to stay home… without him.
So. Before that week starts, he gives you the worst hickies known to mankind.
They’re deep and purple. He only does it so when he sees you again, those feelings come flooding back! It’s like his season, but he’s aware this time. Hell yeah! And he’s got his girl for this round!
As long as you don’t cover them up, Raph treats you just fine. Unless you request otherwise. He’s down for anything you ask of him… Red is desperate.
Donnie:
There’s no telling when a spicier mood will hit him.
But there are signs…. and one is a dead giveaway.
It’s around three in the morning, one night. You decided to stay over at the lair with your genius boyfriend and his family; it was getting late, anyways.
There’s shit scattered all over the lair. As you trudge to grab a snack from the fridge, you manage to step on THREE things: Mikey’s Stuffed Animal, trash that Leo had begged Raph to pick up, and an aluminum wrapper of a strawberry Pop-Tart pastry that Donatello had been particularly fond of.
Speak of the devil. (He’s such a deep sleeper, how could he have heard you?)
Donnie’s voice, laced heavily with sleep, floats from the doorway.
The turtle in purple (and probably sweatpants) would mumble a silly question about why you’re up so late. He approaches, warm hand finding your waist as he leans past you to retrieve his prized juice box from the fridge— pausing before he realizes why you were probably in this exact spot, too.
"Would you like ‘n orange or an apple?" He sleepily murmurs against your forehead, pressing a kiss there before pulling back and wrapping his arms around you.
You don't answer, too distracted by how his thumb traces circles just above your hipbone, the scaly finger sending shivers through your sleep shirt.
It’s not with any intention at first. But… it does grow into some.
He likes how warm you feel against him. He likes how he can use you as a headrest. He likes how he can just think about you and nothing else on his mind. None of those stressors from his work are present in his mind just yet, he’s too focused on you.
Donnie, who is most often perceived to be “in-the-mood” after a long day at work, is actually most often “in-that-mood” when he wakes.
He’s been snoozing for a bit and has nothing on his mind. He’s zoned, he’s sleepy, he’s cozy… and you’re warm… come here, will you?
Donnie's fingers continued along your waist, calloused skin tracing the hem of your sleep shirt. His body remained pressed against yours, weight shifting as he buried his face deeper into your shoulder. You could feel the slow, even rhythm of his breathing against your neck, warm puffs of air raising goosebumps along your arms.
You felt his lips press against the curve where your shoulder met your neck, lingering there, hot and damp.
A little noise– soon discernable as a moan– slipped out from your lips.
You’ve got two seconds to decide whether you want to go back to his room or let him lift you up on the counter before he decides for you.
(someone remind me to post a mini one-shot for that scenario someday. it’s sitting in my drafts)
When Donnie IS of a more conscious state, there is no scenario that man loves more than having you in his lap when he works.
Any time you walk by, he’s waving you towards him with a finger. Or a nod of his head.
You can straddle him, cuddle him, sit in front of him while he works. Donnie doesn’t care. As long as he gets to hold you.
His hands will drift. Waaaaay further than they should be allowed to with that lab door of his wide open.
When he’s awake, he’s very into overstimulating the shit out of you. But he’s, and, this is hard to explain or put into words— nice with it? He talks you through it. Makes sure you’re okay even though you’re seeing stars while he whispers to you. Is pecking kisses upon kisses down your body.
And, of course, helps clean you afterwards.
When he’s sleepy, like previously mentioned; he likes sitting you on top of his thigh once you get back in the bedroom. He gets to watch you receive pleasure all while being able to control how much you get and when. What’s more to love?
His sleepy voice, that’s what. It’s raspy and his voice cracks more than it already does on the daily. Hell, it makes you want to be the one helping him out.
He won’t let you. He takes you in his arms and conks back out instead. 💤
Mikey:
Mikey always loved parties. Even better— he loves taking you to aforementioned parties.
Even if it’s not your thing, he sticks with you the entire time. The sweet tangerine turtle will place his hand on your back ever so slightly, wanting nothing more than to ease you mind of this rambunctious place; oh, what’s that? You want to ditch and get some fresh air?
Say no more.
He's already found the perfect place, temperature-wise. If you've made a statement about being too warm, great! He's already found a secluded place with just the right amount of breeze to keep you comfortable. Too cold? Mikey's jacket is coming straight off of his waist and straight onto your body.
He has this way of making you feel like you're the only two people there, even in the middle of a thousand-person crowd.
He'll lean in close, breath warm against your ear as he whispers some ridiculous commentary about the people around you. Mikey is great at distracting you. Making shitty experiences seem bearable for what they really are.
He looooves taking you on solo walks around the venue you're in; he pays EXTRA attention to what makes you light up as you walk past. If there's a specific vendor... for example, a dessert or drink stand if you're at a party, you best believe that man would watch his wallet run dry if it meant seeing you happy.
He's not the kind to take you out to an ice cream shop and only buy YOU something because YOU were hungry. He'll get something, too! Probably one of those seasonal flavors that sound goofy... cereal milk? That one screams 'Mikey' to me.
As the night becomes too much, and the moon carries on, you two have probably found your way back to the lair. Or, your apartment. Whichever.
Of course, when it's just you two and Mikey's attention is on you, he goes from crowd-pleaser --> pleasure-giver.
Contrary to popular opinion, he’d take it slow!
Even if he’s been with other people before, if that’s a general headcanon of yours— you’re one he genuinely cares about. Mikey’s been eyeing you for ages. Now, he’s finally got his hands on you. Slow and steady, he’ll take it— unless asked otherwise. He wants to remember this remember you.
Mikey LOVES taking the lead, and generally prefers it, but only if you explicitly offer it. He will never force a thing, but if you give him the reins, you aren’t getting them back unless you ask nicely 😂
This doesn’t take away from the fact that he also loves when YOU take the reins! Please. By all means, tell him what to do. He is not going to complain. You may actually get him to listen for once in his life 🤷♀️
Mikey is a huge (!!) fan of praise; if you compliment him or tell him how good he is at being in charge, he'll work even harder to ensure you're taken care of, confirming that he's earned the position you gave him.
Looking into it, maybe this comes from him being the youngest! He likes being able to take authority, especially when it’s in something he’s good at with someone he loves.
Reciprocal touch and reassurance are absolute musts for him; he needs to feel you reaching back just as much as he’s reaching for you. If you run your hands over his shell or pull him closer, he practically melts. He’ll often ask if he’s doing a good job or if you’re enjoying yourself, not out of insecurity, but because your verbal and physical confirmation acts like straight gasoline for him. It sets him on fire, gets him going, it’s his fuel. Seeing you lose yourself in the moment because of something he’s doing is the ultimate ego boost for him, and he’ll reward your praise with even more focused attention.
The aftercare with Mikey is legendary and arguably his favorite part of the whole experience.
He’s a total cuddle bug. He will WRAP HIS LIMBS around you like a koala and refuse to let go.
He’ll bring you water, of course, find your favorite snacks, and maybe even put on a silly cartoon just to keep the atmosphere light and cozy. He’ll then pepper your face with tired, happy kisses and whisper about how much he loves you until you both drift off. :)
And then he’ll wake you up with his snores. Because I know he does. He absolutely does.
After roughly 6 months, from ideation to finish, here are the guys.
Happy 10th anniversary to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows!
Leonardo, in the midst of training. I'm kinda jealous of how effortlessly elegant he looks tbh.
Raphael, either about to demonstrate to some stray Foot ninja why they shouldn't tango with any of the turtles without back up or screwing around with Mikey and/or Casey.
Donatello, blasting the Mission Impossible theme after a successful secret task + a Droney drive by.
Michelangelo, about to punk either Raph, Casey, or Vern. Whichever one's the most hilarious honestly.
Wanted to see what Don’s outfit in the final chapter of my fic looked like. I even colored it, although this is about as far as my patience (and skill level, frankly) for coloring goes. Now that I’m not currently writing I can go back to my first love, drawing.
Alt Paper Doll base, and then something silly because I accidentally hid a layer on the jacket as I was working, and he turned into some kind of a Hugh Hefner. And of course I have a fully naked version, but not posted here. Not that’s its risqué. But as I am a lover of turtle tail ween, he does look like a Ken doll. I was really practicing my muscles in this one.
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I have participated in my own prompt challenge again!
Shocking, I know.
Prompt: 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.
Is this for 2012 Raph, you ask?
Why yes! Yes, it is.
➡️ Aged-up, adult turts
TW: Fluff. Raph being a stubborn ass. Pining idiots. Definitely swearwords.
Red Kisses
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