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Hey, you. Youâre finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.
âI was looking at the moon and I accidentally captured footage of a once in a lifetime lunar mission thatâs mapping the surface of the moon a quarter of a million miles awayâŚâ Now THATâS COOL!
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Iâve got a cute one for ya!!! Itâs a windy snowstorm at night, and fem!reader wants nothing more than to cuddle Leo and to have a massage until she dozes off after a long day at work. :D
Snowed In [Leo X reader]
sfw, c u d d l e s
It's been a long day, you're tired, a little cranky from work, and to top it off, a practical blizzard decided to blow through. A lot of snow isn't uncommon in New York, but this was just ridiculous. You're snowed in.
Except, it isn't so bad when one of your favorite people is stuck there with you.
In your apartment, it's warmâLeo couldn't be more grateful. There was a bit of guilt there as the rest of his family was having to make do back at the Lair. Cold, cold sewers, where it was hard to heat, but at the moment, he can't help but enjoy the warmth of your dwelling compared to theirs. Especially with you there.
You feel a heavy weight lower onto the bed and depress the mattress, an arm draping lazily over your side as he presses his plastron to your back. You're half asleep, only able to smile tiredly at the gentle touch.
"Tired, love?" he asks, propped up on his elbow so he can see your face. Too pretty to not look at, and plus, he can't sleep. It's night, when he's always awake.
"Very," you answer. Rolling over to face him, you sigh, "Work was stressful."
He hums, hand idly running across your tense shoulder and neck. "All of this is really tight," he comments upon feeling the knotted muscle. His hand kneads it experimentally, and when your eyes flutter shut and the content sound leaves you, smiles. You tell him it feels nice. Really nice, actually; just what you need. Despite how strong his hands are on your more delicate form, he knows exactly how to message out some tense muscle on you without being unpleasant. "Here, lay on your stomach," he says, getting up into a crouch. The bed creaks. "I know how to get those out."
"You always do," you reply contentedly, turning over onto your belly and resting your chin on your arm.
His hands work on your shoulders first, kneading out and casting away the stress that had built up. Admittedly, his hands are cold against your skin. But he loves to give a good massage just as much as you love to receive one, and he chuckles seeing you melt under it. He's enjoyed the most since you got together his ability to make you feel any type of way.
"You know you look cute like this, right?" he asks, a simple, lopsided smile on his face. He's a sucker for small thingsâyou.
He leaves your shoulders and moves onto your upper back. "You might have told me once or twice," you reply with a small laugh, almost absent-minded as the bliss you're wrapped up in makes it hard to concentrate on anything else. You find yourself flipping further into sleep, and the hands on your back leave, Leo sighing before dropping down onto his side next to you. He always nuzzles his face into your neck. Places little chaste kisses on your jaw and the side of your face.
"Feel better?" he whispers, breath hitting the back of your ear.
What is something an s/o does or says that just absolutely makes each turt scream internally with how in love they are
[TMNT X reader]
Things that make the Turtles swoon:
Leo
⢠He won't say it, but this boi absolutely loves when you compliment anything about him
⢠I mean, what a confidence boost
⢠He really loses it when you hug him though, trying to wrap your arms around him but failing because he's too big (plus his shell), he can't stop smiling
Donnie
⢠He thinks it is so cute when you're focused on something, he notices everything so if you have a habit such as lip-licking, brushing your hair away, etc. he loves it even more
⢠You being dazzled by his science projects or tech, he adores that
⢠Standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. He still has to hunch over a little bit to reach your lips
Raph
⢠God he cannot help but melt when you wrap your arms around one of his, seeing how your hand is tiny compared to his muscles
⢠He will actually stop whatever he's doing to watch you sleep for a minute because he finds it so so sweet
⢠Commenting on his strength gets him every time
Mikey
⢠Your laugh. He is completely, 100% in love with your laugh, doesn't matter if you snort or wheeze or anything, he loves it
⢠When you lightly touch his skin or cup his cheek with your hand, he always just wants to pick you up and twirl you around
⢠Most of the time between you two is playful, but genuinely romantic moments will stick with him forever.
May I request something where Leonardo and reader are really good friends and reader gets kidnapped and turned into a mutant. Leo blames himself, but reader reassures him itâs not his fault and they end up kissing. đđ
I'm To Blame [Leo x Mutated!reader]
Being turned into a mutant becomes the least of your problems when your closest friend believes it to be his fault. No one could have predicted what was going to happen; no one can control everything in their life. If only Leonardo would have realized that.
It started as leverage-abduction. The Turtles confront them, or you be pumped full of mutagen. Or worse.
The bait had been set, and the boys had no choice but to take it. Hook, line, sinker. You were held in a Foot-controlled lab, bound next to a glass canister of the ooze, a line in your arm and only the clan scientist in control of the drip standing between you and a possibly grotesque fate. You struggled and squirmed, but it was no use; there was no escape on your own.
There was a crash outside the lab doors, men shouting, guns firing, but bursting through the doors were your four saviors. Your friends, allies, and family. Leo fought his way to the front, a new kind of urgency consuming him as the gravity of the situation hit him. Any closer, and you would be mutated.
"Halt!" a soldier shouted over the clamor, a team of heavily armed men forming a semicircle around you and the scientist.
A hand grabbed hold of the back of your neck, yanking you toward him. He forcefully stretched your arm out and displayed the tube, making a note of their predicament, and the boys grimaced. Raph growled that deep, rage-fuelled rumble, while Donnie felt a shudder run up his spine seeing the canister of mutagen. What DNA the concoction was infused with, they had no idea of. There could have been anything in there. If the dosage wasn't carefully monitored, she could be killed!
"Weapons down, turtles, or this girl will be transformed right in front of you," the scientist said coolly. Leo stepped forward, blade drawn and teeth bared, but a warning shot was fired into the wall next to them. Mikey yelped and ducked into Raph, who blocked him partially with his huge frame. The scientist leaned down and inspected the canister, humming, "It seems like this batch is highly unstable. Is this a game you want to play, mutants?"
"You're bluffin'," snarled Raph, and his hands gripped his sais impossibly tighter.
The scientist raised his brows, his free hand wandering to the activator to the mutagen. One tap of a button, and your humanity would be ripped away. "Perhaps. But can you really be sure?" he inquired almost casually. "Only one flex of my finger, and we'll see."
Clenching his jaw, Raph shifted, lowering his weapons a little.
Leo mentally gauged the man power that was currently present. They could take them, he knew they could!
But Leo couldn't trifle with the canister currently attached to you. Breathing heavily, he dropped his swords, which clanged loudly on the floor. His eyes met yours, solemn, and you broke into a violent fit.
"Leo!" you cried out, lunging forward as he told his brothers to stand down. "Don't do this! Please, please, get out of here!"
He only shut his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, they all let go of their weapons in succession.
"We're not going to leave you!" Donnie yelled in return, his voice shaky.
There was a deafening silence in which it felt like a standoff, the boys panting, trying to formulate a battle plan in their heads. Leo stared at the scientist with one of the most hate-filled gazes you'd ever witnessed.
One of the soldiers in the back turned halfway around and whispered something into his earpiece.
The hefty metal doors right behind them flung open, a line of large men clad in black carrying what looked like modified cattle prods. The rods popped with electric currents as they closed in on the boys, who were only able to whirl around quick enough to meet the electrified weapons, and were instantly stunned. Currents no human could withstand brought them to their knees, Mikey shouting shrilly as he fell forward.
Groaning, Leo kneeled. He turned to the scientist at your side, his eyes darting between you and him. "You got us. Now let her go," he said. His voice was low and raspy.
Hand hovering over the button, the scientist spoke while he looked you in the eye, "You know, we were short of a healthy test subject."
Mikey gasped and planted his palms on the floor, "You can't do that, man!"
The scientist sighed and looked down at you, who was wildly struggling against your restraints. He muttered in a matter-of-fact tone, "But I can." It seemed that after a moment of contemplation, eyes going out of focus as they fell on your face and the tears running down it, he let out a reluctant groan, and motioned to one of the men behind him. "Take her elsewhere. We'll figure out what to do with her once we get these," he glanced back at the turtles, "squared away. Clear?"
"That wasn't the deal!" roared Leo, rapidly surging toward the scientist. Another electric shock was sent through him, but he kept on, and the brothers all followed suit.
You winced as the clamor rose and all hell broke loose, the boys ripping their weapons away from the men, guns being firedâyour ears rang and a bullet even whizzed by your head.
Leo came at the scientist with his blade, the cowardly man trying to duck away in time. Two soldiers came up on their flank, one with a semi-automatic, and the other brandishing the electric rod. Except before they could get close to even shock him, Mikey's nunchucks landed a heavy blow on one of their heads, causing him to stumble toward you.
And fell right onto the button.
"No!" you heard both Donnie and Leo scream as the drip was activated, Mutagen flowing through the tube and into your body.
Everything became a blur. Within minutes you mutated, firstly writhing on the floor in agony as the burning liquid coarsest through you. Bones shifted, tissue changed, muscles spasmed. Your senses were temporarily blinded.
"Idiots!" snarled the scientist, backing away from you as you transformed. Raph was occupied holding off the soldiers. Mikey couldn't bear to watch. Donnie didn't know what to do, and Leo was...devastated.
Your strength grew. You broke free from your restraints. The firefight continued, this time aimed at you rather than just the Turtles. But the boys wouldn't let them hurt you. In your panic, you'd almost attacked themâyour family. Leo hollered at Donnie and Mikey to get you out of there while they covered you, and seconds later, you were all barrelling out of the facility, alarms blaring, guns sounding, men shouting.
Yes, the Mutagen was highly unstable. You couldn't control yourself. And your body, it wasn't done reacting to the ooze.
You didn't know what happened next. You fell unconscious just after escaping. The last thing you can remember is Leo catching you in his arms. Him helping to carry you back home, to the lair. Your new home. You were one of them, now.
Breathing labored, you sat up on the metal table you had been laid on by Donnie. He'd checked your vitals already. Needless to say, so early in your mutation, things were not looking the best. But you would pull through; he was sure of it.
The first face you sas upon waking up was Leo's, worried. His eyes flitted all over you. You hadn't yet seen yourself.
"Y/N," he whispered, hands bracing against the edge of the table. "This...this is my fault," he said.
Donnie scuttled by holding a light and examined your eyes, then asked you to move a bit to see if there were any anomalies such as paralysis. You had some trouble adjusting to your new form, but so far, it wasn't dire.
Everyone came and went, hugging you, saying their piece about how happy they were that you were okayâas okay as you could have beenâuntil Splinter noticed Leo's distress. He told the boys to let you two have a minute alone. Splinter left himself, as well.
The two of you now alone, Leo had a hard time speaking. He couldn't quite find the words to say how sorry he was.
"This isn't your fault," you drawled, still feeling a little loopy from the whole ordeal.
He leaned in, as you couldn't do much beside sit up. "If you hadn't ever gotten involved with us, this would have never happened," he said, lowering his head. "And now you'reâŚ"
He paused, and you finished for him, "I'm what? A mutant?" you asked softly. "Leo, I am so lucky to be alive. And it's all thanks to you." He sighed, not believing your words. "They would have killed me, Leo," you added, and took his hands in yours. He looked up at you, blue eyes meeting your own. Had your eye color changed?
"You didn't deserve this," he swallowed.
"Does anyone?"
He stood up. "This happened because I failed, y/n! As a leader, as a friendâ"
Not caring about your current state, you slid off the table, landing on your feet with a thud. Your body ached, but you payed it no mind. Leo went rigid as you closed the gap between you two.
Still holding his hands, you told him slowly, "It is not your fault."
Your faces were only a few inches from each other. Unknowing, he gripped your hands. You swore that you could almost hear his heartbeat picking up as you leaned in, lips hovering over his. He looked as though he wanted to say something, but you stopped that thought. "You understand? Not...your...faultâŚ"
His breath hitched when you gently pressed your mouth to his, at first going completely still. But then he closed his eyes, and his arms found their ways around your torso. The kiss was short and gentle, but he was strickenâonly when you parted did he whisper a moment later, a new kind of hope inside, "You can live here, with us. You don't have to worry. You shouldn't ever have to worry, y/n."
"I won't worry, Leo," you muttered, letting your head rest on his chest. "Not when you're here with me."
He held you until eventually, everyone filed back in, Splinter smiling warmly at the sight.
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Okay well now youâve GOT to tell us about daddy Donatello!
Mwahahaha!! Yes! This is exactly what I wanted, mwahaha!! @coulrofilia-sexuell
NSFW under the cut, daddy kink, don't @ me this boy fuckin ROUGH and straight up on that shit
â˘yes, he does have a daddy kink
â˘I don't know why I gave it to him? Everyone gives it to like Leo or Raph and I'm like "No, smart men are daddy's"
â˘Like seriously! Leo's his father's favourite (tho never admitted) and like Raph just doesn't play that way. But Donnie, sweet, adorabley dorky, timid Donatello
â˘IS A FREAK!IN!THE SHEETS!!
â˘You always wonder why he called you dove or princess/prince/baby or any soft nickname? This is why and it is most certainly addressed when he lays down the rules
â˘Yes, the rules, but He doesn't take the kink or structure outside of the bedroom, it isn't an all time kinda commitment he's ready for nor wants but when it's playtime >it's y'alls time<
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Your rules: (if this makes you uncomfortable stop reading, it ain't getting better)
â˘You refer to him as daddy ALWAYS during playtime, calling him by his actual name is punishment by no touches
â˘Don't talk down on princess/prince/baby (yourself) or speak unkind about them or else the mirror gets involved and you have to self praise while he watches
â˘Never close your eyes on daddy, he loves you and wants you to see that
â˘Ask nicely and behave you shall get your way 90% of the time but dammit if he don't love a brat
â˘Daddy picks outfits for the day and you can only take showers/baths when with him (only actual daily thing bc it's not stressful and Noone notices)Â
â˘You may speak freely but not like a child (he may have daddy kink but that baby voice is a huge turn off) There will be no nodding or shaking of the head only vocal yes or no
â˘If something gets too much tell daddy, communicate with daddy on what feels good and doesn't, he really wants to know
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â˘Advid believer in edging and orgasm denial as punishment, you could go WEEKS without touch for backtalking and by the time he's put his hands on you it doesn't take long to cum
â˘Don may be a little rough at first (because he's excited) but once you find a steady rhythm it's a lot more flowing
â˘NONE OF HIS BROTHERS SHALL KNOW AND IF THEY DO HE WILL DROP THE KINK ENTIRELY, THIS IS VERY FREAKING VITAL DON'T EVEN TALK TO APRIL ABOUT IT!!!
â˘He just can't risk the backlash or poking and its one of the few things he never wants talked about outside of bed
â˘Llloooves frilly pastel stuff especially blacks, whites, and ofc purples
â˘you maynot know it but when you give him this trust it means a lot to him more then you think and Don does take this as you devoting yourself so this is a kink for people in the long run đââď¸Â
Okay, if anyone still hasnât asked for it, can I get a dying breath kiss with either Donnie or Hellboy?
Side note:
High-key love how you write for both of them. Also Harbour!Hellboy, I feel like, doesnât get enough love. Thank you for loving him!
Iâm here to deliver angst and wow with my two faves. Tough here so Iâm going to picked Donnie because itâs time for darkness!
Rated FEELS/ANGST
TW: Character death, blood
Donatello always calculated things by percentages. It just felt correct to have it down to itâs last variable, to know itâs closest approximation to success or defeat.
To know how much of a chance they had to live.
To die.
One never wants to reach that possibility, to have to consider all odds no matter how frightening and for Donnie, who only wanted your safety, this was hell. Real actual hell, agonizingly simple and precise.
He held you with shaking arms, eyes burning either from the explosion or the debris...
Or his tears.
He wasnât sure what had happened, which he hated. He couldnât tell you precisely the chances of this occurring. God he couldnât move, he couldnât breath, he couldnât think. He pushed aside strands of hair matted to your forehead, shakey finger wiping at blood and debris as you wheezed.
The metal iron bar that had shot out in the explosion had gone through your stomach, it most definitely hit vital organs, but pulling it out would only help in making you bleed out faster. He couldnât tell where the others had ended up in all this, nor did he care for the approaching sirens.
âH-Hold on, loveâ His voice felt ghostly, hoarse from whatever he breathed in, crushed from the panic that arouse. You laid against his chest, sickly pale and cold, it took every muscle for you to give a small nod.
âDon...Donnieâ You whispered his name, eyes catching his trembling lower lip. âHey, hey...baby noâ He bit down so hard on the inside of his cheek he bled, but regardless he looked and saw your color draining, eyes far away, brain shooting the last of what it could to say his name.
He leaned down, pressed his lips to yours. He memorized it all, more than any equation, more than any chemical. He put into memory the soft plush feel of your lips against his own, the warmth they spread through his body.
You put every ounce of what little energy you had into it, kissing him back in small pecks as he shook against you. You tried to tell him through that, what your voice could barely muster to put in a single breath.
âI love youâ
Donnie kissed you until he felt your lips stop moving, until your body felt impossibly too still and limp against him. He refused to open his eyes, to have your lifeless eyes be the last thin he saw when just meer moments ago you had been kissing him. He tucked your head under his chin, his body shook with the realization, when he saw your bloodied hands motionless on your lap.
He could smell your hair, the metallic scent hung in the air but that hint of your scent, so comforting a top your head invaded him.
It hit him.
He wouldnât smell that again, wouldnât hear your voice say his name. Feel your warmth against his body.
âOh god, no-no...noâ Violent sobs overtook him, shaking his body as he crushed you to him and rocked you back and forth. âMy b-baby, no please, wake up wake up wake up!â He wept against your hair, he wept in a way he was sure he never had.
Donnie could hear screaming.
It took him a beat to register that it was his own.
Giving you two options here (obviously, you should know my mind wanders a lot â or surprise option C where you delete my ask entirely, donât feel pressured to do this â and before we continue THIS UPDATE WAS THE BEST THING THAT HAPPENED PERIOD WE CAN NOW COPY AND PASTE ON THE APP)
Either [both A and B with the praise kink] A with Donnie:
9) Did you miss feeling me around you so much that youâve resorted to your hand? and 1) What? Does that feel good? (Like, maybe he masturbates? She walks in, and ands up touching herself to... him touching himself? Or something like that? â loll I just realised itâs having sex while safely social distancing)
(And I donât think it was on the list, but one way or another dyou think that you could potentially somehow add a strap on in there ... somehow â I know, Iâm a kinky bĂtch â like, maybe mommy says âokay, princeling, funâs over. You know the rules.â or something? â Iâm giving you my own prompts now, Jesus đ)
Or B [the much simpler, quicker, and more âwiggleyâ option] with either Donnie, Raph or Mikey: 23) Loser has to give the other a lap dance (he gives the lap dance)
.. Iâm starting to think I went overboard, and Iâm sorry, i just get excited sometimes, you know?
Iâm taking a few liberties because honestly itâs about time I write Don getting pegged so I hope it still vibes with what you want.
So yes everybody, Donnie is getting pegged, Iâve finally done it. I can retire and live out my golden years in peace.
Rated Explicit (18+ only)
You liked playing a little game with Donatello.
Often times there was no pattern to how it happened or how it would escalate. The two of you would sit together, talk about everything and nothing, it would slide into more tantalizing talks and then it would be like this.
Sitting opposite one another on swivel chairs. Running off your mouth with things that would make anybody blush.
Messing with Donnie was just too much fun.
Youâd watched him snake a hand into his sweats, pulling his already hard member out. He swallowed on the first pumps, hand lazily stroking. You smirked, spreading your legs for him, thankful youâd chosen a short comfortable dress. Donnieâs eyes lingered on the exposed flesh of your thighs, he slid down a bit, long legs spreading for you.
âYou ever laugh at how easily little olâ me gets you like this?â You traced lazy patterns on your thigh, he followed bewitched by your movement. Donnieâs hand stroked his cock, his fist twisting on the upturn, teasing the head. âBe a good boy and answer my questionâ You crossed your legs, enjoying how his frown at being denied the view.
âYes, yes I do, love itâ He groaned stopping briefly to lick his palm before wrapping it around himself again.
Opting to reward his honesty you slid your own hand into your underwear. âDid you miss feeling me around you so much that youâve resorted to your hand?â You grinned at Donnieâs whine. He nodded, hand picking up speed as he stroked with more vigor. His eyes watched entrapped as you teased yourself, you sighed contently with the sensation spreading all over you. A trickle of pre-cum gushed from the tip, he spread it, the wet sounds of Donnie fucking his fist faster filling the room.
âYou rather make a mess all over you lap, mhm?â You asked, all sultry voice and promising eyes. You stood up, opting to step out of your short dress. It was an ego boost seeing how his eyes raked all over you.
But your question had him wondering.
You walked over to him, leaning down towards his lips. âDo you want me to fuck you?â You ghosted the question across his lips, Donnie choked a moan, with reluctance he seized his movements and squeezed his cock to quell his need. A slight bashfulness spread across his eyes, you caught his gaze going towards the bed but more specifically for something that lay hidden near it.
âOh? You want me to fuck you like that? Your smile spread before you turned towards the section where his bed was, you looked behind a few things and pulled out a box. Donnie swallowed, excitement flourishing in his stomach.
He watched as you took out a harness of sorts, a bottle of lube and a clear colored dildo.
Oh boy.
Donnie had been in the mood for it for a while now. He often didnât have the nerve to ask for it as much he wanted it but he was thankful you could read him pretty well. Some nights just required to be taken like this.
âCome here,â You called him over and he did as told, discarding his sweats with a slight kick. You acomadated a few pillows and told him to lay across the bed propped on them. It was a more comfortable angle for this, Donnie was all legs and that was a favorite feature of his but also made things tricky for your smaller stature. He laid himself where you ordered, legs bent and spread for you.
âNow while I finish setting up, be a good boy and get yourself ready for meâ You handed him the bottle of lube. Watching him spreading a generous amount over his entrance never seizing to send a spike of heat through you, the way he circled it before gently pushing a digit in. What a display you had as you stepped into the strap on, Donnie finger fucking humself slowly with his eyes fluttering closed. You grabbed the dildo, a modest size so as to not hurt him, and attached it to the metal ring on the strap.
Once everything was secured and it place, pulled tight you in between his legs. Hands on his knees you tutted tapping on his knees. âNow now, if you rather just keep at it with your finger...â Donnie shook his head, slowly retreating the digit and handing you the lube, your raised a brow. âRight, rightâ Heat flushed his neck as he sat up briefly and squirted a decent amount onto the dildo. Just as you loved watching him get ready, you absolutely loved when he got you ready for this.
He fisted the silicone expertly, making sure it was covered from base to tip. You caught his lips with your own before he laid back down, kissing him sensually.
âRemember the rules?â You asked, your voice much sweeter and less cocky. âRed means stop, yellow slow down and green is goâ He nodded shyly, but this excitement was palpable in his eyes as he laid against the propped pillows. You got on your knees at the edge of the bed , hands slidding over his spread thighs, carefully you gripped the dildo and found his hole. Slow and steady you pushed into him, the hiss that left him making you bite your lip.
Doing this was by far one of the most thrilling and power trip induced things ever. Donnieâs responses to it never stopped turning you on. You were half way inside of him, watching his cock twitch in need. Fully sheathed in him you thrusted slowly to get a good rhythm going, each movement making him groan. Your hands rested on his waist, not like you could grip him like he could you, but you kept your hands firmly there pushing him down and keeping him in place. His thighs squeezed against your own, eyes fluttering shut as you moved within him.
âWhat? Does that feel good?â Your ego was already reaching new heights by now, having Donnie at your mercy, trying to meet you thrust for thrust as you sped up, one of your hands when under his thigh. âFeel so good, please-ohâ Donnieâs moans hitched slightly when you changed angles, clearly hitting the spot he wanted so desperately to be hit. You leaned over him, propped up on your hands as you hips moved harder.
Each thrust seemed to be enough to have the leather material rub against your clit. You chewed on your bottom lip, settling on your forearms for easier quicker movements. Donnie raised his hips more, one foot on the ceiling above (good thing that bed of his is a literal cubby) his hands found your back and he dug his nails.
You moaned against his collar, the lip of his plastron cold against your cheek. âGod- fuck!â The close proximity of your stomach was causing friction against his aching leaking cock. âHar-der!â He chocked out, his hands slid to your rear and he gripped the flesh. You had to oblige, getting Donnie riled like this, having him gasping out pleas and moaning out his desires.
Sweat covered your body as you moved against him, muscles tense and trembling. By the sounds he was making he was approaching his release, he snuck a hand between your bodies but gripped his forearm and pinned it down. âNo no noâ You breathed out with a low moan. âYouâre cumin without touching yourself or youâre not cumin at allâ Donnie whined at your threat, pinned hand in a fist as he moved against you. Those pretty brown eyes of his fluttered open, he always did look beautiful without his glasses and mask.
âPlease, mommyâ He mouthed at you and god you felt it buzz in your veins. Donnieâs debautched features giving you another surge of stamina.
You leaned back placing his knee on your shoulder, you wrapped your arms around the muscled limb and held onto it as you thrusted fast. Donnie moaned, loud, feeling the dildo hit his sweet spot over and over. âFu-Iâm! Y/n!â You saw his cock twitch, cum shooting in thick spurts across his plastron. The image, sounds and friction enough to make you slip off the edge yourself. You held onto his leg, mouth against his calf you moaned as your orgasm hit.
Your hips slowed, each movement making Donnie shudder. âWow, that never stops feeling insaneâ He spoke, chest still heaving. You chuckled equally spent and trying to ease your rapid heart. He lifted his leg off your shoulder and you took the moment to roll the join until several pops were heard. âYou know if you like it so much you can just ask me to do it more oftenâ A tired smile on your face, Donnie nodded looking for anything to clean himself up with.
Naturally you decided to give him one last shiver of excitement. Leaning down you licked up the mess on his body, enjoying the little strangled noise he made. Slowly and carefully you pulled out of him and rolled over next to him with a pleased sigh.
âYou um... you came, huh?â He asked somewhat teasing, he smiled when you nudged him with your elbow. âLook it just happens, especially with the show you put onâ It was his turn to nudge you while shaking his head.
Donnie turned on his side, arm draped over your stomach and face nuzzling your breast. You caressed him, in a bit you could take off the strap on, for now you wanted to cuddle him until sleep became too strong.
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Hey yâall. Just an update almost 6 years later, one of my teeth broke off and had to be removed this week. The doctors werenât sure why but I fucking know.
