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This is one of my most popular fanfics from my old blog. I've had many write me to request that it to be made available for reading again.
The premise is that both being the middle children, and more likely the ones who try to find naughty stuff on the internet, they developed their own code-talk, as kids, that would keep others, such as Splinter, Leo, and Mikey from catching them discussing their internet naughty exploits.
Now, they are using that code-talk to discuss you.
TMNT AGED UP
Enjoy the ride (pun intended)
You enter the lair carrying your old, has-seen-better-days, computer and make a beeline for Donnie’s lab. The dreaded blue screen of death showed up this morning and you desperately needed it fixed ASAP!
You find Donnie with his eyes stuck to the microscope, mumbling to himself. As you draw close, he doesn’t even look up, but greets you all the same.
“Hi, Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?”.
With his face stuck to the ocular lenses, he misses the adoring gaze you bestow on him right before you huff a little giggle to yourself, shake your head, and think for the millionth time how easy he is to crush on.
“My computer, you can thank it for dying on me”, you sigh regrettably.
Hearing the lamenting in your voice, Donnie’s gaze lifts to your pouting face as you stand cradling your beloved machine close to your chest. Your eyes pull out their best puppy-dog-sympathy act and silently plead with him to have mercy on your situation.
For a moment, time stands still as Donnie’s mind tries to record your exact look to memory, ‘How can she be so darn cute?
However, no pouting, can’t allow a pout to grace her beautiful face’, he thinks as he swallows a sizeable lump growing in his throat.
With one of his cute chuckles, Don takes the failed unit from you with a smile, “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it in no time”, he murmurs and walks over to his own computer station and begins plugging it up to various cables. You watch as his talented hands easily flip and rotate the unit, examining it from all angles, and starting to work his undeniable Donnie magic.
*SIGH*…
'Why can’t I be a computer?’, you think to yourself as your eyes follow his long fingers sliding and gliding smoothly over the surface of the device, expertly knowing exactly where and how to touch it to get it to respond.
Ugh! You would gladly turn into a heaping pile of electronic parts just to have him work his magic on you!
Admittedly, this isn’t the first time you have had this musing, believing if you were a computer that the tall terrapin would find some interest in you.
Not that Donatello ever ignored you! God, no. He is one of your best friends!
It’s just that spending so much time, close to him, has your little body craving more than just his hugs, chuckles, and companionship.
You are starting to really consider inter-species dating,... uh…if that is even something that could happen between the two of you?
How would you even go about asking that?
Donnie has never brought up any indications of possible love interests for any of the guys, so, it is always a huge question mark hanging in your head if 'the parts' even match up.
Thinking about the guys and their bodies has your body feeling rather heated. Hell, all of the guys are desirable on some level, but you definitely had two top favorites…Donnie and Raph.
First, there’s Donnie. And what is not to like there? Donatello has the mind, the heart, the humor, the body that just seems to go on forever, *sigh* he has it all.
Then there’s Raph…, well, the damn cocky S.O.B. is hot.
Personality wise he is great… as a friend.
However, you truly believe, you’d end up killing him if you ever dated him. Yep, it is just safer for him, and those rolling muscles of his, to remain eye candy.
Hmmm, thinking of eye candy has your eyes roaming over the current terrapin in your view. Your eyes drink in his long, lean frame as it is bent over his computer desk.
The subtlety of the ripples flowing through the deltoid muscles of his shoulders, those V-shaped triangles finely honed from years of daily katas and flexing with each arm movement. The equally delectable biceps and triceps firm and bulging, as his fingers danced across his keyboard tether booting your laptop from his computer so that he can run diagnostics.
You lick your lower lip and draw it in between your teeth as your eyes continue their exploration further down. You feel your own groin muscles clench as you focus on the bevels etched into his side by the interlocking saw-toothed pattern of his serratus muscles and his external obliques. A slight shiver runs through you as you imagine what it would feel like to run your tongue over those teasing peaks.
As your eyes slide ever lower to that sinfully delicious dip of his waistline, pants always hanging just a little too south of dangerous without his suspenders on, you feel the betrayal-creep of your inner lubrication making its way out to your underwear.
“Careful, I can smell ya”, is whispered directly into your ear by unmistakable rough, cocky voice of Raphael.
'FUCKING NINJAS!' Your mind screams as your body jumps from the scare!
You never know where they are at any given moment. Sneaky bastards, the lot of them, but Raph is the worst! He seems to take immense joy at catching you off guard EVERY SINGLE CHANCE HE GETS!
“RAPH!”, you yelp out, as your hand swings reflexively to smack at him. His chuckle is deep and hardy as he easily slides out of your strike zone. Swaying with confidence, he backs away from your frazzled state, moving deeper into Don’s Lab, obviously meaning to stay.
Donnie hears your yelp and glances up to catch the tail-end of the interaction. Lifting a brow ridge at the two of you. and giving Raph a look, the meaning of which is completely lost on you but seems to be full of meaning for Raphael.
Raph knows about his brother’s silent crush but also knows his too-socially-cordial brother isn’t going to do anything unless pushed.
And Raph considers himself just the turtle for that!
Raphael gestures with his hands wide and lifts his shoulders, “Slip’n’Slide and ready ta ride”, is all he says aloud.
Your own brow quirks up in confusion, but you watch as Donnie apparently understands Raph’s odd dialogue. Donatello glances between you, Raph, and the lines of code running on the computer, replying “You can’t be serious”.
“Dude, ya can’t tell me ya haven’t noticed. And, by da way, target eggplant set off da sprinklers”, Raph replies, leaning heavily on his knuckles which are planted on the workbench in the middle of the room.
You watch as both sets of green-amber eyes flick between you and the owner of the other set.
Suddenly, Donnie gets very interested in the computer screen, refusing to look back at Raph as he mumbles, “Probably a false alarm. Not unheard of you know. I highly doubt rough terrain is desired.”.
Raph huffs a snort, “BULLSHIT. I’ll show ya. Chili pepper about ta get hot. If I’m right, ya down fa soup? ‘Cuz I don’t wanna start something if I can’t get a participation badge. Full gaming permissions deferred - obviously, yet optionable, eggplant and honey pot being da main ingredients.”.
Again, two sets of amber eyes flick over to you and then back to each other.
You are thoroughly confused. They seem to be having a full, meaningful conversation and you aren’t understanding a word of it!
Well…you understand the words themselves, but their meanings are obviously not what they are supposed to be. It’s like they are speaking another language only they aren’t.
You watch as the cutest smirk passing over Donnie’s face, as he throws a glance over his shoulder to Raph, “Parameters accepted. I could use a good laugh watching chili pepper crash and burn”, he snorts out a half-hearted laugh.
“Ha! Get ready ta eat, lil bro, ‘cuz I’m serving it up”, Raph boasts front behind the bench, making a point to lift his large arms wide and flexed.
Donnie slips into his computer chair and typing away at his diagnostic program, smirk still firmly planted on his face, but you sense a change in the atmosphere.
Raphael looks over at you and makes a show of rolling his shoulders before he begins to saunter your way.
‘Great, what is he up to now?’, you think to yourself as you watch his smug face approach you.
He invades your personal space, like he likes to so often do - just to rattle you - his musky scent envelopes you like a cocoon, pressing you down in place, holding you captive, then he lets his eyes dip and trail down your body. As he brings his emerald orbs back up to stare into your eyes, his thick muscular arm shoots out around you, startling you.
“Easy there, princess, just locking the door”, Raph coos down at you, only half hiding the gleeful smile splitting his face from causing you to jump from his actions.
He moves behind you, placing himself between the door and you, making you feel a little oppressed and cornered.
You shift uncomfortably while he stands so dominant in your space, then he starts advancing, “Ya see, I have dis theory…”, he monologues to you, while rubbing his sizable palms together, “…dat there’s somethin’ that yer keepin’ secret.”.
With his larger-than-life frame steadily invading your space, you unconsciously move to compensate, giving up ground and moving further into the lab…backing closer to Donnie.
For the life of you, you can’t figure out what the big brute is going on about, “What are you talking about, Raph?”.
“Hmmm…”, the deep bass of his voice reverberating out of his chest, all the while sounding like a predatory rumble, causing damn tingling sensations to dance a trail below your waistline.
Suddenly, he steps hard and direct into your space, putting you off balance, and since your legs are now flush with the side of Donnie’s seated posture, you fall back hard into Donatello’s lap.
For just a second, you looked around confused as to why you didn’t fall very far and just as you realize Donnie’s lap had saved you. Raphael’s grinning face closes in, bringing his mouth close to your neck.
“…I believe ya find us sexually arousing, princess.”, he purrs close to your ear. This causes goosebumps to erupt across your skin.
Despite the unfamiliar spot you find yourself in, Raph’s actions, the heavy musk in the air, and his ultra-close proximity have caused another fresh flow of inner fluids to escape into your panties.
To add to your dilemma, your nipples start to strain against your thin laced bra, joining the mutiny.
Damn your betraying body!
“Wh-what?...why? Why do you say that?”, you replied, flustered beyond belief to be sitting in Donnie’s lap, while Raph’s enormous frame cages you down, looking directly in your eyes, waiting for verbal confirmation.
Your eyes wide with shock and embarrassment, look around to Donnie for help.
He had moved his one arm to help catch your fall, but his other hand is still steadying typing data into the keyboard, seeing your confusion while taking note of the delicate colors of your eyes, he offers an explanation.
“I believe he’s referring to your pheromones. They are quite…(clears throat)…potent today.”.
“Don’t be coy, Don.”, Raphael purrs out, leading straight into a body vibrating churr, “basically, sweetheart, we can smell ya. Dat scent leakin’ out is tellin’ me ya want ta get your freak on wit’ da freaks. Dat yer hot for some turtle.”.
He licks his plump lips as his eyes trace circles around the nipple peaks begging to be set free, he looks back at you, “Probably been thinking ‘bout it for awhile now.”.
Feeling like cornered prey, you can’t help the reflexive swarm that twists through your body, which causes Donnie to need to shift his position under you before he starts adding to the uncomfortable situation.
In all honesty, it is all Donnie can do to keep focused on the computer screen.
Raph said he was going to serve and deliver, and it is starting to seem like maybe Raph’s ‘theory’ is correct. Your scent has magnified tenfold in the short time that Raph marched you back into his lap.
Could you actually find them sexually appealing?
Of all the time he spent imagining pleasurable time with you, he never truly believed it could ever happen. Yet, here you were, flaring red hot in pheromones and other scents, seemingly responding to Raphael’s advances.
“Uh…”, you lick your parched lips and try to scoot back further into Donnie’s lap to put some breathing distance between you and this wall of muscle huffing at your neck.
“Well…I…uh”, damn what do you do? You are seemingly caught between a proverbial rock (of muscle) and a growing hard place in Donnie’s lap.
Well…you have been wondering if it was possible, and here was your chance to find out, literally, staring you straight in the face.
You swallow hard and think well…fuck it…either I say yes and this either turns out to all be a ploy for Raph to have another good laugh at my expense (what’s new there?), or I end up having my cake of Donnie and eating it too with Raph.
With your mind made up, you twist in Donnie’s lap to face him. Your tiny hands rise to grip the upper lip of his plastron, needing to ground yourself before taking the leap you’re about to take. You look into his golden amber eyes magnified by his glasses, having always adored the green flecks that are sprinkled like confetti throughout them, and addressed him directly.
“Yes, I’m attracted to you. And, yes, I have been for a while. I just wasn’t sure…um…if it was a possibility, you know,”, you shrug your tiny shoulders from doubt, “if you thought about…, if we could…”, you trail off unsure of how to continue.
“HA!”, Raph’s hand smacks the back of Donnie’s shell hard, causing the entire chair to jostle and groan, “I KNEW IT!”, he continues to boast but his commentary is all but lost on Donnie.
In the matter of the two seconds it took for you to finish your sentence and Raph’s hand to collide with his shell, Donnie's mind analyzes and commits to memory the feeling of your warm fingertips brushing across his scales just over his plastron and has catalogued the various positions and locations he wants to take you in!
Donnie’s mouth crushes to your’s in a flash. Your breath is literally stolen from the force of his kiss, his tongue urgently demanding entry.
As his kiss deepens, and his lips stay firmly attached to you, he quickly stands up from the chair, cradling you to his abdomen, and throws a back-kick sending the chair sailing across the lab.
Raph watches the sudden change in disbelief.
DAMN.
Who knew his baby bro had that much ferocity in him? Raph looks between the now toppled chair and Donnie’s departing back, “Uh…Don…”.
Donnie quickly walks with you to the lab door, unlocks it, and departs out of the room, leaving Raphael staring in shock.
Raph is not exactly sure what just happened, or what he should do now. Sex-crazed Donatello is new territory for him, “Um, Don…where ya goin’?”, Raph calls after his baby brother.
Raph hears a half growled, half worded response: “I ALWAYS WANTED TO TRY THIS.”
Raphael follows the growling and muffed giggling sounds and finds them coming from the open door to the bathroom.
Quickly, he enters and closes the door behind him, “Dude! Ya gonna wake the whole lair! What da hell are we doin’ in da bathroom?”, he asks just moments before Y/N is shoved into his empty arms.
“Shower!”, Donnie replies before tripping out of his boots, disappearing into the shower stall and turning on water spray.
He returns out of the stall to see Raph and Y/N looking curiously at him, in his now wet pants.
“What?”, he asks to their curious looks. “I’ve always wanted to try it in the shower and, well, this is going to be quite messy…so…two birds, one stone type of thing”, he replies with a shrug.
Raph chuckles deeply, “Bro, is yer dick taking all da blood from yer brain? Ya just walked into da shower wit’ yer pants on. I ain’t even gonna mention yer bandana ‘n glasses.”, he snorts.
“Here”, Raph passing Y/N back to Donatello, “lemme show ya how it’s done”.
As you sit cradled in the arms of your favorite tall terrapin, his brawny brother starts to remove his coverings.
First, he slips one of his sais out of its leather strap, makes a show of twirling it before placing it between his teeth with a wink to you.
Next, he slides out of his leather chest harness, the heavy weight of the leather and buckles echoing around the bathroom’s interior in a resounding thug and clank as the chest adornment is discarded to the floor.
“Put her down, Don”, Raph instructs his brother, around the sai in his mouth, as his meaty knuckle gloves are stripped from his hands.
As Donnie lowers you to stand in front of him. You’re facing Raphael who hasn’t torn his gaze from you; it's holding you captive, that intense stare of his.
With a sniff and a snort, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his shorts and he drops them to the floor. Dear God, his going commando!
Stepping straight out of them, he closes in, holding your gaze, while your eyes desperately fight to stay north of the monster jugging out from behind his legs.
He’s within inches of you, you can feel the heat radiating off the wall of muscle. You watch mesmerized as his hands lift to the knot at the back of his skullcap, and just for a split second you watched uncertainty streak across his gaze, right before he yanked the red covering off and tossed it to the side with an alpha snort.
You have never seen him like this before. Damn…what the difference that mask makes! If he looked scary before, now he could down right stop a grown man’s heart from fear if he chose to.
The full forest green tones of his upper face are on full display...and terrifyingly beautiful. His crown is covered in raised scales, resembling a very muted version of gator scales, none of his other brothers had that!
For a moment he continues to stare at you, before he removes the sai from between his teeth and adverts his eyes to watch it twirl in his hand. You can sense a bit of his bravado is gone, seemingly waiting for your reaction to his maskless face.
“Raph”, you release in a breathy exhale, the awe is fully apparent in your voice, “you’re…beautiful”.
Like the flip of a switch…just like that, Mr. Cocky is back!
Suddenly, You find the tip of the sai poised under your chin, keeping your face lifted to see that side-cocked smirk that he is infamous for.
He licks his plump lips very slowly, thoroughly enjoying drawing out the moment, “Ya think so?”, he murmurs out as the tip of the sai draws a line down your delicate throat, peeking into the collar of your shirt and lifting it out ever so slightly.
The sharp intake of breath over your shoulder reminds of you the slender terrapin that has been sniffing, kissing and caressing your head, neck and shoulders this entire time.
With another hardy chuckle Raph kneels down, even at his lowered stance he’s still eye level with your upper chest, and he slides the end of the sai’s cold steel under the hem of your t-shirt, caressing the skin underneath, and looking up at Donnie.
“I think she’s got entirely too many clothes on, wouldn’t ya say lil bro?”, Raphael’s deep rumbling voice purrs out right before he expertly flips the end of the sai around, sliding in between the leg wraps that he wears for battle and his scaled skin.
With the flick of his wrist, the wraps fall in unison to the floor, removing the only remaining cloth from Raphael’s body. “Now, I could easily remove yer clothes, sweetheart, but ya wouldn’t have much ta walk home in after…”, he addresses you again, as the cool metal of the sai returns to trail a line of goosebumps across your belly.
Understanding that Big Red means business you quickly lift your arms over your head in a silent gesture for Donnie to lift your shirt off.
Taking his cue, Donnie’s long fingers snake in under your hemline but don’t stop there. Sure, he could just pull the garment off, but there are so many tactile sensations to experience along the way.
His fingertips dragged up each of your sides, gliding over your skin (much like they had before with your laptop), dipping over the curves of your ribs, and pushing the shirt up as they pulled higher. The smoothness of your flesh excites him and he moans into your ear. He discards the top quickly and, just as hurriedly, wraps his long arms around your torso, crushing your back into his plastron, while his right hand pulls your jaw to the side to engulf your mouth in another fevered kiss.
With Donnie distracting you, Raphael takes the opportunity to continue removing your clothes.
Flicking the button of your shorts, he peels the opening back with a purr. Dipping down he buries his snout into the opening and draws your scent in with the powerful intact of his massive lungs.
The scent of a sexually receptive female hits his brain like a drug, he rolls his head, his pupils are blown wide, and a forceful churr rolls out of his throat.
Being that is he so close to your lower half, the shaking waves of his churr penetrate through your skin, vibrating your insides and causing your pussy to throb and gush.
Donatello whimpers into your mouth at your fresh scent soaking into the air. You moan into his mouth, tongue caressing over his, mentally begging him to take his talented tongue lower.
Raphael helps you step out of your shorts, panties, and sandals, and one of Donnie’s hands slams down, hard and fast, over your naked sex…and he issues a muffed growl.
Tearing himself away from your swollen lips, his eyes zero-in on where his hand is resting. Wanting to be the first to taste your tantalizing scent, his fingers glide easily between your soaked folds, drawing out your wetness. A string of mumbled curses fall from his lips as he lifts his fingers to his mouth.
Reverently, his tongue reaches out to lap at the slick wetness glistening on his digits.
You watch captivated by the motion. The first touch of his tongue gathering your essence from his finger, the slip of the tongue back into his mouth, feeling rather than hearing, the rumble spread through his body, and then his lust darkening eyes looking down at you…
’oh, fuck’, is all your mind can process before a feral, snarling Donnie literally rips your bra from your body.
Seeing his, normally, very docile brother’s reaction has Raphael extremely curious, so he nuzzles his beak down into your mound, jutting out his long tongue and gathering a bit of you for himself.
Your legs nearly buckle as you feel a very large, wet appendage pull across your aching sex. You moan and drop more heavily into Donnie’s arms and wanting to reach out and hold Raph’s head to your center; however, the large brute is already rising from his knees.
“Here, give her ta me, let’s get dis shower started”, he murmurs in a voice so husky from lust you swear its dropped several octaves. He steals your weight from Donnie’s arms and starts walking towards the shower stall.
In his more feral, less mentally attuned state, Donatello immediately tries to follow. Raph firmly stops him with a hand to the middle of his slender brother’s plastron.
“DUDE! Yer PANTS!”, he grouses while shaking his head, “…and we call ya the genius one!”.
You moan at the feel of the warm water rushing over your sensitive skin as Raph hugs you from behind, pushing his firming erection into the crease of your ass cheeks and enjoying the sliding friction offered there.
“Fuckkkkk me!”, his gravely voice moans into you ear, “I knew dis shit would feel good, but, FUCK, gurl I think ya are gonna kill me, and dis fine ass…”,
He emphasizes with a hard smack, which causes you to yelp in shock, "has already got Genius out der fucked up”.
Biting his lower lip and groaning, he dips his mouth down to taste the honey pot of your sex swollen pucker.
Hastily, Donatello strips out of his cargos, peeling and flinging his bandana and glasses (to God knows where), before joining Y/N and Raphael under the hot spray.
He sees that Raph has already claimed your lips, so he moves in close to explore the chest that he got a quick glimpse of earlier.
Your breath shoots out into Raphael’s devouring mouth as you feel Donnie latch on to one of your nipples. Instinctively, you hand reaches to the back of his head and pushes his snout deeper into your fleshy breast, wanting him as-close-as-fucking-possible. You wanted to feed him with yourself. His sinful tongue dances around your perk peak while simultaneously trying to suck your soul out through the areola.
You whimpered and huffed into Raphael’s mouth, your desire is palatable on his tongue. A devilish chuckle purred out of him as he pulled back to drink in your sex blown eyes.
“Good, is he?”. “Here..”, Raph reached up and grasped your other breast, firmly squeezing it, kneading it, before jiggling it temptingly to his brother, “…don’t forget to have a balanced meal.”.
Donnie gnarls in response, like a dog with a bone, abandoning the original nipple to snap so hard and quickly at the one Raph was offering, he nearly bit Raphael’s finger.
“Ohhhh….yeah, he’s hungry”, Raph purrs into your ear, still steadily pumping his now fully engorged cock between your ass cheeks.
You can feel the slick of his precum coating your cervice. Feeling the intensity of the situation and needing more, your started to grind back on his lap, causing each upward slide of his cock to slip further in your ass’s cleft, skirting across the sensitive outer ring of your anus.
The first time you knew he felt your backside pucker, kiss the head of his dick, he let loose a snarl, grabbing your jaw, lifting your chin high to stare back into his eyes.
“Woman…dat’s a dangerous game, I’m tryin’ ta hold it ta’gether here. I promised Genius, that’s sucking dem tiddies raw, dat I’d behave.”.
Without realizing it a pout develops on your face and a defeated whimper escapes you. Donnie’s eyes zero-in on the pout on your face, causing a snarl to erupt from him.
“No.”, he barks back at Raphael.
He’s huffing through a clenched jaw as he rising to his full height and firmly grabs you under the arms, lifts you, and slams you back into Raph’s plastron, causing Raphael to reflexively hold you in place. Donatello steps close to nuzzle his snout deep into your neck, purring, whining, kissing your sensitive skin, finally he pulls back and searches your gorgeous eyes for a moment.
His hormone-fogged mind fighting to make the right choice to keep your face from pouting, then he turns a hard stare at Raph over your shoulder.
“ANYTHING she wants, she GETS!”, his growls, the crocodile-like clicking undertones…unmistakably threatening.
For a moment Raph is stunned, hell, you are too.
Sweet, loving, cordial, docile Donnie just ferally threatened his big behemoth hot-head of a brother….AND IT WAS FUCKING HOT!
Swallowing hard, Raphael glances at you to make sure everything’s okay, to which you give a small shrug.
“Yeah, sure, Don, she’s da princess, whateva she wants”, Raph replies placatingly.
Donatello’s harsh gaze never leave’s Raphael’s eyes until he drops down to his knees to go in for another taste of you. You gasp audibly as Donnie’s mouth starts to explore your folds as Raph still holds you stationary in the air.
Raph leans in close to your ear, careful to keep his voice low, “See. Ya fuckin’ broke him. Dat’s some dangerous pussy ya got der.’’, he chuckles darkly.
Donnie’s tongue slips between your seeping folds with vigor. He moans as more of your essence slides down his throat, the flavor something he could never have imagined.
Deeper he pushes his tongue, massaging up the sides in your canal, finding that elusive spot inside, causing you to swarm in Raph’s arms. The moment that Donatello’s mouth closes around your clit, you buck sharply and Raph nearly loses his grip on you.
“Careful! If ya fall and get bruised I’m sure he’ll skin me alive”, the brute admonishes, but you are too close to the edge now to hear him.
Your head rolls back into his shoulder, as strangled groan starts to seep out of you.
“Ah, Genius found da boom button, huh?”, he teases as he kisses your temple.
He grins down at his brother virtually eating you alive between your legs and eggs him on, “Don, she’s about ta blow, think ya can do betta’ than dat?”.
The next thing you know, all of Donnie’s focus is suckling your tiny nub.
Feeling your insides start to squeeze taunt and shake, your eyes widen, and your arms shoot up around Raph’s thick neck to hold on tight. Your legs start to quake involuntarily, signaling Raphael to tighten his grip.
Raph’s grip on you becomes bruising as your inner world explodes as one of Donnie’s thumbs slips into your canal while his face continues to shake over your clit. Your orgasm rolls over you like a consuming storm. Your nails dig into Raphs thick hide as your hips rock with abandon.
Watching you lose it in his arms, has Raphael horny as fuck. He captures your moaning mouth and drinks down your verbal release, relishing feel your tiny body jerking and quaking against his own.
“Mmmmm….”, he moans against your lips, “fuck, I gotta need ta see dat again”.
Considering that Don is still firmly planted between Y/N’s legs and longingly licking soothing strokes with his tongue over her still pulsating pussy, Raph figures that is a pretty safe request.
“Raph”, you plead up to him, jerking your hips for his attention.
“What?”, he purrs against your temple, “what does da princess want?”.
Now that you’re calming down, it feels safe to enough to support your weight with just one of his arms, so he snakes the other ones around to fondle your breasts. You coo at him, licking your swollen lips, looking like the most salacious temptress that ever fucking lived, causing his blood to boil and his cock to seep.
“Ah, fuck, baby gurl….ya gotta have mercy on me and tell me whatcha want from me”.
“Fuck, Raph, I want to feel you between my ass cheeks again….please!”, you breath huskily at him.
A rumble rolls through his chest, as the hand fondling your breasts disappears beneath you. He nuzzles his snout into the side of your head and whispers with ragged breath in your ear, “Ya wanna feel me here?”, he asks allowing his fingertips to glide through your ass crease, slick as fuck from your own release.
“Mmmm…” you moan and nod your head for confirmation.
“Ya sure?”, his smug face asks teasingly, “ya sure ya want to feel my FAT cock hotdoggin’ des plump cheeks of yers?”, smacking your ass for emphasis. Again, you hum your approval while rocking your hips against Donnie’s kissing lips.
“Baby gurl, ya gotta be sure ‘cuz it’s pretty slick back der, ya never know what slip up and happen…, he murmurs to you. As the word ‘slip’ leaves his devilish lips, the finger gliding teasingly between your ass cheeks slips into your anus, plunging deep. He bites as your lips as you start to moan.
Suddenly, Donnie rising out of his pussy worship posture to lean in from the front, seeking more of your kisses.
The taste of you is all over his mouth. His tongue slides in, virtually tongue fucking your welcoming mouth. Raph still cradles you, rubbing your ass, and fingering your back hole, you feel lost in euphoria.
Your hands desperately grasp for Donnie’s shoulders, wanting to touch what your eyes had visually roamed over earlier in the lab. Feeling the firm rounds of his deltoids under your fingertips has you whimpering with want.
Donatello’s mind flares in denial at the sound of your whimpering. His girl shouldn’t want for anything! Grasping his cock firmly he pumps it a few times before lining it up with your swollen heat.
“Te requiro”, you hear him mumble against your kissing lips. “Huh?”, you reply before feeling his long shaft entering your tight core.
He sinks in slowly, allowing your body to give in freely to him. His snout strokes across your jawbone, peeking up to take in the wanton desire on your face as you slowly accept him.
When he finally hilts deep, pushed up behind your cervix, he takes the weight of you out of Raphael’s hands. He keeps your back flush against Raph’s plastron, using Raph’s massive body as leverage to keep you pinned and free-floating between them.
The tightness of your canal is almost suffocating. He thought he knew what to expect, hell he’d researched the subject enough in his youth, but actually being encased in a small human vagina is more overly stimulating than even he could have imagined. His astute mind is desperately fighting to remain in control while being overwhelmed by all the new data.
Your quivering insides quickly recover and move from shocked to demanding. You roll your hips into Donnie’s shaft, earning a low moan from him in return.
“Vos sentio bonum”, he groans into your neck.
“Huh?”, you reply again, but your only answer is Donnie’s hips starting to pump in and out of you freely. His lengthy cock pulling pleasure with stroke, angling back and up, seeking its target. He hisses as shaft finds its mark, causing your vaginal walls to clench down tightly in anticipation. Faster he pumps, feeling your body respond, starting to flex and massage him from the inside, another burst vocals streams out of his mouth.
“Mihi opus est ad te quotidie vilis!”.
You lift you face back to Raph, quirking up your brow, confused by the odd words coming out of Donnie’s mouth. Raph rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge between his nose, “Don, dude, I think ya’ve slipped into Latin, or some shit, and we’re not understandin’ shit yer sayin’”.
Despite the heat of the moment, you find yourself laughing hardily at the day and night antics of your two fuck buddies.
How is it that annoyingly cocky, hot-headed Raph has been come the solid, reliable one and sweet, genteel, mastermind-in-a-clinch Donnie is having streaks of tamelessness and mental malfunctions?
“Oh, ya think its funny, do ya?”, Raph hums into your ear, “well, like I said before, ya break it, ya buy it. He’s yer problem now, and when Leo ‘n dad want ta know what’s wrong wit’ him, I’m sending them yer way!”,
He smacks your ass again, quick and sharp, earning to shrill yelp from you.
“Now…”, he says, sucking his tongue across his teeth, “I do believe ya asked me fer somethin’ and, accordin’ ta the artist-formally-known-as-Genuis here, I must give ya anythin’ ya ask for.”.
With Donnie still pounding away at your pussy, you swear he’s still mumbling Latin under his breath, you can feel another startlingly hard shaft being teased between your ass cheeks.
To be as encouraging as possible, you lean back and make sure to lick at the side of Raphael’s neck as he continues to tease you both with the tip of cock.
Raph uses precum spread between your plush tush, angling his shaft up as to slide in easily as Donnie pushes you into him.
He allows a few strokes to tantalize and tease your outer ring, working you up for entry. Your breathing starts to become deeper the more he rocks his hips into, pushing ever-so-slightly at your backend pucker. He rubs his large palms down your hips and on your thighs, petting and stroking you into submission. His breathes are coming as hot huffs from his mouth that dance across the back of your shoulders. Just as he can feel your body giving in, he reaches around rubbing circles around your clit as he sinks the head of his cock past your breaking point.
You both moan in unison and Donnie hisses at the added pressure to your vaginal canal.
Knowing things aren’t probably going to last much longer, Raph starts steadily rocking into you, slowly gain entry centimeters at a time.
“Fuck…”, he moans into your ear, “baby gurl, dis ass is heaven, I’m not gonna last long”.
Enjoying the filling sensations, the extra pressure pushing Donnie’s cock further forward and being a constant pressure point on your inner nerve bundle, you swarm in ecstasy, and push back taking in as much of Raphael’s massive cock into your ass as you can.
The churr rumbling out of him only adding to the euphoria of the moment, which quickly doubles as Donnie’s own churr echos in response.
The brothers start working in unison, making sure to give you as much of them as possible with each stroke. Donnie, having been enjoying your tightest the longest, is starting to lose it.
“Y/N, I’m about to cum…ah…”, streams out of his mouth but your body can already be tell he is hitting his peak and, apparently, wants to do it with him.
Out of nowhere you feel your insides clamp down as the tether in your abdomen pulls tight. As your release starts to rock you, your vaginal walls undulate around Donnie’s shaft sending him over the edge.
Feeling you shake and quiver in his arms again, has Raph chasing behind the two of you quickly. Big Red’s thrusts because sharp and quick. He pops the head of his cock in and out of your ass ring repeatedly, enjoying the added sensation of breaking the surface over and over again.
Finally, his hefty cock sinks deep as the first streams of ejaculate shoot out of him, leaving him roaring in satisfaction. He continues to slowly pump his hips lazily through one of the best orgasms he’s ever had, biting his lip as he grabs the thick flesh of your ass in appreciation.
The three of you thoroughly spent, stand motionless under the spray of the shower.
It was four months now since Ishtar had started her no sex challenge, although she had decided to stop after 3 months and 1 day. One day longer than Leo's current record. She only told Master Splinter this after a morning meditation. And he had allowed her to keep the pretense up.
Without making it too obvious, she was now enjoying the brother's attempts to push her over the edge. Like that one day, when she walked to her room, she saw Raph's bedroom door was open. When she glanced inside she saw him there, completely naked, jerking off while he watched her, blowing kisses every now and then. The hardest part was keeping a straight face. But she also really didn't want to miss this show. He clearly put some thought into it, that should be rewarded with her attention. So she sat down outside in the hallway, legs crossed and her head resting on her hands. When he asked her if she wanted him to cum, she only raised one eyebrow.
She didn't expect him to immediately spill all his seed on the floor. And it was quite a lot. 'Wow, is this the amount he spills every time inside of me too?' she wondered. “Thank you for the show, Raphael', and walked on to her own room, while still hearing Raph moan...
Now that she was allowed to think about sex again, her mind took every chance it got. When lying in bed alone she fantasized about... well... all of it, all of them, with all of them... Tricky to not touch herself, 'cause she knew she would pop… loud.
This morning she woke up early and took a shower to wash away her happy juices. Then dressed in a shirt and cute short skirt.
She thought her shower was quick, but she arrived to see all the brothers were there at the kitchen table. Not to mention they had a hard time containing their dicks in their pants. Two by two, rock-hard members were sticking out of their owners pants, right in her line of sight. 'Oh shell, what a delightful sight', she thought. 'Too bad I cannot crawl under there and suck some a few seconds... I wouldn't mind though...' With these thoughts she entered the kitchen and sat down on her chair. To keep up appearances and blow off some steam, she yawned deeply.
“Good morning everyone. Did you sleep well?”
She got some nods and shrugs and a “yes, very wonderful, thank you for asking Ishtar”, from Master Splinter. During breakfast Master Splinter informed everyone he would stay a few weeks at April's. Leonardo, Raphael and Donatello would escort him safely after breakfast, while Ishtar would stay home and help Michaelangelo in the kitchen with chores.
In silence Ishtar did the dishes first while Mickey pulled the bread dough into the kitchen. “The dough only needs to be kneaded now, let rise once more and than bake”, Mickey said and started kneading. As Ishtar watched that process, she wanted his hands to knead her legs and thighs... and more...
“Hey Michaelangelo...”, she asked slowly, “could you tell me how to bake a pie?”
He turned his head a little to the side as he asked her, “I'm sure you already know how to bake a pie, so why are you asking me?”
“Well, sure I do know how. I'm just curious how you would make one. Would you mind showing me the whole process?”
“Sure I could.
First you need to check if all the supplies are present.” He walked over to her and ran a finger over her mouth, her breasts and lifted her skirt shortly. He then pushed her carefully backwards to the table, “stay!”
He took three steps back and pulled his pants a little down to display his still hard cock. Ishtar gasped and bit her lower lip, smiling. Mickey grinned. “Alright, all the attributes are here. The next step is to check if all ingredients we need are in the box. To see that, you have to open the box.” With ninja speed, Mickey pulled her panties down. “How... what... “ she started but was silenced by a “shh!”
“To bake a pie you need to be able to follow instructions, Ishtar! Can you follow my instructions?”
“Yes....”
“Good girl”, he praised. “Go sit on top of the table, lean back and spread your legs wide for the chef.”
“Oui chef...” and saw Mickey's cock twitching on that...
“You need to know the difference between dough and batter.”
Ishtar opened her mouth to explain she knew the difference, but Mickey stopped her with a pointed finger. “No talking, unless I give you permission, understood?”
“Oui chef...” and Mickey's cock twitched again.
“Dough has to be kneaded”, and he kneaded her calves. “And the dough needs to rest in between”, he pulled his hands away. Ishtar bit her lip again.
Mickey licked his lips in return.
“Lift up your shirt, let me see your bra.”
“Oui chef...” this time a twitched cock and a groan.
He started kneading her calves again and slowly worked his way up to her thighs. Her breathing quickened but she moaned in protest when he stopped again.
“Patience Ishtar, this can't be rushed. So... if you're making a batter...” he said and stepped closer. So close the tip of his.... almost...
“My eyes are up here!” he said a bit forcefully while he grabbed her jaw and tilted her head upwards.
"Oui, chef!" she sighed.
Mickey shuddered and his tip twitched again, tapping her skin once. She gasped.
Mickey still held on to her jaw, watching her reaction to their closeness of bodies. “Hmm, when did you end your no sex challenge?”
“About a month ago...”
“And you still haven't done anything with yourself?”
“No...”she panted.
“Good to know... do you want me to continue?”
“Yes, YES... Oui chef!”
… twitch.... twitch.... twitch... Mickey grinned, eyes full of lust. “Excellent.”
“Push up your bra! Now, to form a perfect batter, you must first combine the flour”, he cupped her left breast, “with the other dry ingredients”. He cupped the other one and pressed them together, so her nipples touched. He bent forward so he could lick her nipples. Licking and sucking, it made Ishtar mad with longing. She moaned loud and churred.
“Yes baby”, he said in between licks, “let me hear your pleasure!"
When he finally let her tits go, he kissed her. Careful to not let his cock touch her.
“After combining all the dry goods, you combine all the wet stuff together. And unless I'm mistaken, you are dripping wet already..” To check he traced one finger painfully slow from her face, down her neck, teasing her now sensitive nipples... Ishtar sighed and panted, pushing her body upwards to keep contact with his finger.
That finger traveled further down over her belly, and took a right turn over her thigh. Willing to receive everything he had in mind for her, she opened her legs even more. “So eager...”
He finally slit his finger slow, so very slowly to the edge of her folds, and was rewarded with loud moans. He continued his exploration between her labia. And took his time to find her rosebud. Once there he circled around it, carefully without touching that very sensitive spot. “I think I've combined your wetness well enough”, and removed his finger.
“Do you know what's the best part about making batter?” Ishtar shook her head, although she did know.
“The best part about making batter...” he dropped down to his knees.. “you can lick the bowl...”
...moan...
Ishtar bit her lip again. To make her want it even more, Mickey stuck out his tongue and showed her the movements he was planning to make.
That was too much. Ishtar reached forward to push his head between her legs, “if you don't eat me now, I'll tie your mask tails to my legs!”
Mickey churred and fulfilled his promise. “... fuck... yeah... oooooh.... sssshell..... keeeep.... going...” Ishtar panted. “It feels so gooood…”
Mickey tasted her juices, lapped as much as he could. When she came, he smiled and slowed down. Only touching her clit with the tip of his tongue. So he could see her cum, whrite on the kitchen table, and hear her too. Such a sight.
As soon as her body calmed down, he started again. Slow licking, alternating with sucking. It drove her crazy. She moaned loudly and let go of the tails of his mask. She even lay her body flat on the table.
‘Good… give your body to me…’ he thought.
Ishtar sighed, panted, groaned and writhed in pleasure. And before Mickey knew it she came again. Oh, what joy it was to have a beautiful woman who enjoyed your tongue so much.
Now… Mickey needed to take it very slow, maybe he could make her cum one more time. But he also wanted to prevent her from becoming too sensitive and certainly not hurting her.
So.. he waited until her breathing slowed down and started again. With his tongue and a thumb covered in her wetness. When she was almost there again, he could taste it too, besides from her pleading “don’t stop, don’t stop”. With a loud churr she came and to Mickey’s surprise she squirted too.
Well… that was new! Ishtar still writhing in pleasure on the table, while he kept licking her. While doing that he could also feel her fluids squirting against his chin. After which it trickles down his neck, over his plastron down.. flowing over his now painfully hard cock to drip down on the floor. It felt soft, so gentle…
It has been many days, weeks even since he last came, this feeling almost made him cum too..
‘Not yet Michael, just a little longer.. it will be worth the wait..’
Mickey looked down his body, where these fluids made their path down, to the beautiful patterns now painted over his cock, his cock who was mixing her fluids with his precum, a steady flow of precum..
A soft moan from Ishtar pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Gosh baby, I could live between your legs. Please.. can I mark you?”
“Oui chef.. But where would you mark me, chef?”
Mickey lifted her left leg and hugged it with his right arm. He then kissed her leg just below her butt cheek, “here.”
"Oui chef, make me yours!”
Before Mickey sank down his teeth he traced a finger around the place of his most desired destination. She was still so wet for him…
‘Concentrate Micheal, marking first, pounding pussy next…’
Just when his finger dipped a little inside her pussy, he clamped down on her skin and sucked hard to make the most beautiful hickey. Ishtar moaned his name.
When he finally let go, she panted hard. She even blushed. ‘Shell, that looks adorable on her.’
Mickey stood up, grabbed his cock firmly and while bending over her body he lay it on top of her body, just above the next playground. He cradled her head and kissed her sweetly. Her arms found his biceps, caressing him.
With a husky voice Mickey asked, “are you ready to be stuffed?”
She groaned, “Oui chef, fill me up!”
With no time to waste he pulled his hips back, so his cock slid between her folds. Ishtar opened her legs even more to receive him.
Mickey felt his dick slide in place and pushed forward with little shallow thrusts at first, enjoying her moans. With every thrust he went deeper inside until he finally filled her up. He paused, shuddering and panting hard.
Ishtar pulled on his mask tails and said "Michelangelo, please claim my pussy like you just claimed my body. I am yours! Now fuck me already!”
Slowly he started moving again. First slow, long thrusts. But soon he started thrusting faster. And harder. For support he gripped the table beneath her. But even so, the table got a beating too. It moved with every thrust he made. By the time Mickey came, the table had almost left the kitchen…
All Ishtar could see was a groaning, panting turtle who kept filling her up. Never before had she felt so much cum inside of her. While Mickey still emptied himself in her, she could feel the cum drip out of her pussy. There was no more room inside to hold all his fluids.
When Mickey was finally empty he gently rested himself on top of her. Both panting they lay there, letting their heartrate calm down.
“Are you ready for round two?”
“Oui chef” she felt his cock twitch and come back to full strength.
Mickey looked around, spotted the current location of the table and chuckled. Without removing himself from her cunt, he moved her 180 degrees around the table, grabbed the table firmly again and began plowing. So fast and hard she could hear the table scrape the floor. She chuckled, the kitchen floor now also had a permanent scar..
Mickey had much to give because the kitchen table also saw walls that day. When he was finally spent and his cock went limp, he kissed Ishtar long.
He then lifted Ishtar in his arms and carried her to his bed.
“I’ll clean the kitchen first and than come lie with you.”
She nodded as she was already falling asleep.
Inside the returning garbage truck Donatello and Raphael had watched the security camera, while Leonardo was driving.
“I never thought stuffed turtle would be a dish I would enjoy so much”, Raph said.
Hello! How would the 2003 turtles flirt/ show female reader that they are interested in them? 💖💖💖
A/N: Hello! Here are your requested headcanons. I hope you enjoy 😊
How the 2003!Turts Flirt & Show Interest
💚 2003 Turtles/Female Reader 💚
CWs: Anger issues, possessive/overprotective behavior, and brief mention of touch aversion. All characters are aged-up.
LEO
On patrol, Leo makes you his priority, positioning himself between you and danger. Silent and watchful, he’s always guarding you, eyes sharp for any threat aimed your way.
His days run on strict discipline: training, meditation, patrol. So when he breaks that routine to listen to you or just be with you, it means you’re truly important. He’s sacrificing his order and control, because your company matters more than his schedule.
He offers to train you—not as a favor, but as a responsibility. A quick correction here, a simple move there. Through the discipline of the art of combat, he connects with you and ensures you’ll be safe when he can’t be by your side.
As the leader, he hides his burdens well. So when he starts opening up to you—sharing his worries, asking about your thoughts—it means he trusts you deeply. Letting you see the weight he carries is the rarest kind of vulnerability for him.
In battle, his commands change to keep you out of harm’s way. Later, he might admit, “I couldn’t focus with you that close to the fight.” Your safety isn’t just part of the mission to him; it’s the reason he fights at all.
He carries the weight of leadership with relentless resolve, believing he must never show cracks. When he finally lets you witness his frustration or exhaustion, that’s when he stops seeing you as just someone to protect and starts seeing you as an equal, a true partner.
Leo doesn’t just confide; he seeks your counsel. When faced with a new enemy or a conflict between his brothers, he genuinely asks, “What do you think I should do?” He values your judgment.
RAPH
Raph doesn’t pick fights, but cross him when it comes to you, and he’s all in. If someone so much as brushes past you, he’s right there—growling low, eyes blazing like fire. He’s rough around the edges. But when it’s about your safety, he’s the fiercest, grumpiest bodyguard you’ll ever have.
His biggest tell is how flustered he gets. A genuine compliment or caught glance sends him snapping at Mikey for loudly pointing it out, while a faint blush colors his neck. Genuine affection throws his tough-guy act completely off.
He usually flinches from any kind of touch. But when you put your hand on his arm, he actually relaxes—shoulders dropping, maybe even leaning in a bit. With you, he finds a calm he rarely lets himself feel.
He keeps his soft side hidden, and you are the only one who ever sees it. Maybe it’s the way he’s gentle with a stray cat or quietly patching up one of his brothers’ wounds. If you catch him, he freezes, a scowl returning to his face almost instantly. But that brief crack? It’s just for you.
His room is off-limits. When he lets you hang out there and stay without a single complaint about your stuff, he’s making space for you in his world. If you catch him tinkering on his bike and he just nods for you to sit quietly, that’s when you know: you’re in.
He’s competitive to the bone: arm wrestling or video games, he plays to win. So when he lets his arm drop against you or he loses a fighting game match and mutters, “lucky break,” that’s when you know he’s putting your happiness above his pride.
Raph never says he’s scared. After a close call, he explodes with anger: “What were you thinking?! You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” But beneath that rage is fear. He’s not mad at you; he’s terrified of losing you. And his anger is the only way he knows how to show it.
DONNIE
Donnie remembers every little detail you mention, like your favorite tea or that your laptop’s running slow. Next time you see him, there’s a box of that tea waiting, or he’s already fixed your computer without you saying a word.
His compliments come out a little technical. Instead of saying, “You have a beautiful laugh,” he might say, “Your laugh has an interesting auditory frequency. It’s … pleasant.” Awkward, maybe. But it’s his genuine, analytical way of showing he cares.
He shows care through his inventions: upgrading your phone with military-grade encryption and extra battery power, rigging your apartment with custom security, and building a music player with a never-ending playlist. For him, these gifts are ways to protect you and simplify your life.
His eyes light up when he talks to you about his work. He drags you into the lab, voice speeding up as he dives into quantum mechanics or complex code. He doesn’t simplify—not because he wants to impress, but because he respects your mind and loves sharing his world with you.
He can get totally distracted by you. He might be welding in the lab and suddenly zone out, nearly burning a hole in his desk. Mid-monologue about astrophysics, he catches your eye and completely loses his train of thought, stammering, a blush creeping up his neck.
He loves sharing his world, but what really matters is when he spends hours learning about your passions, digging into your hobbies or interests. Not to fix anything, but to understand and know you, down to what makes you excited.
Donnie’s gifts are usually practical. But sometimes, he likes to make things for you, like a metal rose or a nebula projector. They serve no purpose except to make you happy, a perfectly illogical project he’s happy to spend time on.
MIKEY
Mikey’s always coming up with nicknames for you, tossing them out with a big, goofy grin. He means every one, and it makes you feel like the luckiest woman around.
He’s all about attention, and you become the center of his world. He’s constantly cracking jokes, showing off, or begging you to watch some silly movie with him. His whole mission? To see you smile, no matter what.
He’s always putting on a show when you’re around. Whether it’s chasing a new high score or trying a crazy ninjutsu move, he’s doing it all for your cheers. With you watching, his antics go from fun to unforgettable.
Physical contact is Mikey’s way of saying, “I’m here.” He’s always finding excuses for a playful nudge, a high-five that sticks a beat too long, or casually draping an arm over your shoulders. It seems like it’s all fun and games, but really, it’s how he keeps close to you.
He picks up on tiny details—like a snack you mentioned—and goes all out to recreate it. He plans hangouts around your favorite movies or whatever activity that interests you. Because your happiness? That’s his priority.
He’s always cracking jokes to dodge heavy feelings, but when you’re really upset, he goes quiet. He sits with you, wraps you in a big hug, and just listens. No jokes, no trying to fix it—just steady, warm support.
He is the goofball, but sometimes he worries he’s not as strong or smart as his brothers. In rare quiet moments with you, he drops the jokes and shows the real guy underneath—the one who just wants to be understood.
Ch 24. The no sex challenge
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A few months have past after they’ve returned from their Christmas holiday. The guys resumed their daily activities and Ishtar had lessons with Master Splinter.
He came up with a challenge for Ishtar. To train her brain. Mind over matter. To keep focus at all time, even when there was something very desirable...
For an unknown period of time Ishtar were to have no sex. Everything that could be seen as a sexual act, was prohibited. No sex with the guys, no masturbation, no watching porn, no use of sexual language… and so on.
She accepted, 'because... she would ace this! It wouldn't be the first time she would go for months without sex. Although... she was single during that time. Ah, whatever, I can do this!'
But what she hadn't taken into account were the boys. Because they had not received this restriction. And they were free to challenge her, to push her to the edge.
Not over though, if she did go over it would be entirely of her own doing...
The first two weeks nothing much happened. Ishtar was reprimanded a few times for her language. Raph made a comment and Ishtar responded with “fuck”. Mickey “oooooh”-ed her and she stuck her tongue out at him.
The third week was annoying, the boys teasing her in all sorts of ways, just to get a response. Singing songs around her like the one from: Sin with Sebastian – Shut up (and sleep with me).
By now Ishtar had adjusted her language and used different strong terms or words to express her irritation, like “fiddle sticks”. Master Splinter intervened there “also no use of ambiguous statements. Because using it still makes you think about the subject...
Week four was easy as well with the arrival of her period. Her mind wasn't even thinking about the act. Unfortunately this period came with heavy pain and cramps and it made her very grumpy. She kept mostly to herself in her room or her top-spot, wrapped in a blanket, trying to get comfy with a heating pad and some fresh brewed tea. She had also brought a few items to throw at the boys if they dared to come in close range. Made a good opportunity to practice her throwing as well.
Week five..
By now Ishtar had almost always her noise canceling headphones with her. Although it wasn't always active, she did wear it on many occasions, sometimes even listening to music.
During her own work time she put the volume up, blocking out all the distracting noises. Mostly Donnie, Mickey and Raph were openly provoking her. Showing small pieces of naked skin, taking a long lick on a piece of fruit, making kissing and sucking sounds whenever she walked by.
Leo didn't participate yet. For now he just observed her response and was very pleased with the result up until now. Give it another two weeks though, and he would join his brothers in the provoking game.
Ten more days passed and she was still going strong. Ishtar had discarded her headphones because she had learned to filter all sexual comments.
The boys noticed and changed their strategy. No more comments and innuendos. Now was the time for the big guns...
Morning practice was done and Ishtar had deliberately waited to shower until the others were done. Not because she didn't like their nudity, on the contrary. It was seven weeks already without feeling that wonderful energy. It was getting... hard....
'Oh no, don't go there Ishtar, don't think about their naked bodies with hard muscles and... hhh... NO NO NO stop yourself Ishtar...!' She took a few deep breaths... and... that wasn't going to work. Back she went into the shower, set to very cold. She shrieked loudly in discomfort, but at least it helped clear her mind.
In the afternoon her mind took a trip with her. Remembering her first time with Donnie. That was so hot! She really enjoyed that first, but short biology lesson in the shower.
'Oh shoot, don't think about that Ishtar, focus!' Really trying her best failed twice in a row. 'Shit shit shit, I'm fucking in my head right now! Oooh fucking... really want some...' she almost drooled.
Leonardo noticed first it was getting difficult for her. And he knew this was a tough phase to get through. Years ago Master Splinter assigned this challenge to him too. Unfortunately, that first time was during his puberty. To keep your mind clear and focused while your body has its own ideas, was... hard. He remembered one day he had walked all day with a hard-on. Although they did wear pants at the time, it was visible to everyone. It was embarrassing but he was determined to keep going. His father ended it when he kept dripping precum in his pants, creating big wet spots. Back then he had lasted three weeks.
After that Leo sometimes repeated the challenge. His latest record was three months. Looking at the current state of Ishtar, she wouldn't last that long. His siblings would not let her last much longer. They needed her too...
Raphael noticed second Ishtar was slipping. It happened when he was lifting weights in the dojo. Lifting the highest possible weight he grunted a lot while pushing the bar up again. At the other end of the dojo Ishtar worked through some stretches and exercises. The moment she heard Raphael groan she stopped dead in her tracks and started breathing faster. A few seconds later Raph and Leo could smell her... excitement.
“Ishtar” Raph said, “could you please not do that here, I need to focus on this dead lift.”
“Than focus harder Raph! It's not like easy for me to ignore the sexual sounds you make.” “The dojo isn't the room for that kind of talk, Ishtar”, Leo said. “contain your body or leave the room please.”
Unknown if she was able to do that, she left, just to be sure.
But she did wanted to finish her routine and looked around the lair for a suitable place. 'Couch? No. Hallway? No. The lab? Nope! Not while sexy Donnie was working there. The garage? Maybe...' She checked if she was alone, yes, perfect.
After her routine she danced and moved around the garage. This body of hers needed some movement around the hips. This life energy that springs from the hips was vital for her. Some people would call this the Kundalini energy. She didn't have to think how to move, just a clear mind and follow her body with her eyes closed. And exercise she would need to perform more often as she worked through this challenge.
That's when Donnie walked in on her. To see her dancing with closed eyes... He admired her form. And her gorgeous body. He would kiss her slowly, long kisses turning into heated ones. Hands roaming her soft skin. Caressing those perfect tits, nibbling a nipple... That sexy body he so desperately wanted to enter...
Before he knew it, Donnie started stroking himself in full view of Ishtar. If she only opened her eyes... 'Shell, this is hot! And it has been weeks since he last had the pleasure of her body... I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I finish here in front of her...' he thought in heat.
To his luck Ishtar then bent over, swaying her upper body back and forth. He had now a full view of her cunt. Her wet cunt, 'cause the fabric of her pants was wet.
'That's a good girl Ishtar. Mind over body... Oh fuck, yeah! Twerk that ass some more! That's... so... hhh... hot!'
Donnie came, while standing in the doorway. Although he kept it quiet, he couldn't prevent his seed from splattering on the ground.
It took two splashes to stop Ishtar in her swaying. Standing still she heard more splashes hitting the floor, no more than ten feet away. And then she heard him… still breathing loud...
Standing upright she turned around and looked at the scene. Angry, because she wanted to be fucked. Fucked by him. But she needed to wait, now was not the time. But... she wanted it. So bad, so freeking fucking bad.
Trembling, she stood there, nearly impossible to contain herself. Finally after two minutes of angry staring, she only said “Do clean up your own mess, Donatello!” and walked out quickly, straight into the sewers. Just to be alone, to clear her mind, erase that hot scene from her mind. To calm her body down.
'Shit Donnie, did you have to do that? In there? I'm still trembling. My breasts are hurting. And I don't even have to check between my folds to know I'm soaking wet.'
Donnie was still standing in the doorway, coming down from that wonderful high he had craved for so long. He then thought 'this went very well. When she looked at me so angrily, I really thought I was getting the full burn. But no, she just walked past me.'
He cleaned his dick with a lying around cloth, then the floor and went back to the lab. Mickey was there and he sensed the energy change. He looked at Donnie with only a questioning look.
Donnie sighed, quite happy and told what had happened.
“So.. the game is on?” asked Mickey mischievously.
“Yup, happy hunting and may the best turtle tip her over the edge. Don't forget to tell Leo and Raph.”
You know those moments when you are drowning in your emotions and the right song is playing on the radio?
Ishtar sat below a manhole cover and heard people walking by above ground. Somebody was playing the song she needed to hear
(David Guetta – Flames) One foot in front of the other, babe
One breath leads to another, yeah
Just keep moving
Look within for the strength today
Listen out for the voice to say
Just keep moving
Go go go figure it out, but don't stop moving
Figure it out, you can do this
She looked for a safe and deserted stretch of sewer to sing her lungs out. How wonderful it was to draw strength from a song.
When Leonardo heard from Mickey and Donnie the game was on, he discovered she was no longer in the lair and went looking. Although he didn't think she was in danger he did want to find her soon. He used the tracker Donnie had installed in her turtlewatch. Within ten minutes he found her, singing in an abandoned sewer pipe. Now knowing she was safe he kept his distance, to give her some privacy. Although, that would only apply if she hadn't spotted him yet...
(Avicii – Addicted to you)
Wasn't looking where I was going
I fell into your eyes
You came into my crazy world
Like a cool and cleansing wave
Before I, I knew what hit me, baby
You were flowing through my veins
Ishtar stepped out of the darkness and danced in front of him, singing. Still leaning to the wall, he was pleased to notice she had noticed him. Which meant she had herself under control again.
I'm addicted to you
Hooked on your love
Like a powerful drug
I can't get enough of
Lost in your eyes
Drowning in blue
Out of control
What can I do
I'm addicted to you
Still singing she challenged him to respond, which he didn't. Over here, outside the lair, his only concern was her safety. Inside the lair, it was a whole other story...
He pushed off the wall and walked slowly towards the lair while she kept dancing but following him. When they entered the lair again she stopped. All those emotions, dancing and singing had drained her energy.
“Are you alright, love?” Leo asked her. She nodded. “Good. So... do you want to stop your challenge or do you still have enough willpower to continue?”She looked at him indignantly. “Is that even a question Leo? I want to continue! I'm only 2 months in yet.”
Offended, she walked away, into the lair. She grabbed some food from the kitchen, and a basket full of throwable things and went to her safe spot. ‘I will continue this challenge and even beat Leo’s record!’
I reblogged her late last year and my 2024 has been very satisfying work-wise and (secure enough to not stress out) money-wise so far. Money Snake is wise and good.
So does anyone still like the Bayverse Ninja Turtles?
Hot take: I actually enjoy the Bayverse Ninja Turtles. Ever since it came out of course. And I always wanted to make Bayverse versions of my tmnt ocs. I love it to death.
Summary: The aftermath of drunk texting a racy pic to Raph is better than anticipated😘
Warnings: SEX
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"Oh my Gooooooooood," You groaned, face down in your pillow.
April was rubbing your back, squinting from her headache. "Y/N, he got a sexy picture from a hot girl. I don't think he's upset."
"I'M upset! A drunk text is bad. A drunk nude?? That's so embarrassing!"
"Tell him I sent it," April suggested.
"I don't think that'd help," You whined. "It doesn't excuse the red, or the fact he got it and none of his brothers."
You kept staring at the picture. You looked amazing, you would have to enlist April in all of your nude photoshoots from now on. It didn't help, though. He could Google porn at any time, why would he be impressed with you?
April sighed. "I'm sorry you're feeling so embarrassed, but I promise you he has probably already jacked off to this like five times."
You let out another long groan.
...
You avoided the turtles for the next few days, leaving April to go on her own. You just couldn't handle looking Raph or any of his brothers he undoubtedly told in the eye at the moment. Raph never replied to your picture. You left your red set on the floor of your bedroom, too embarrassed to look at them.
A few days later after declining to join April on another visit to the lair you were home in bed watching TV on your laptop. You were in your pajamas, if you could call them that. An oversized shirt, a pair of boy short underwear, and your slippers. You were fresh from the shower, hair damp and smelling like whatever new bath products you just opened. You had your earbuds in, engrossed in what had to be your sixth episode of the day.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw movement by your window and froze. You stared out on your balcony, closing your laptop slowly. You almost jumped out of your skin when a large shadow suddenly appeared in front of your window before realizing it was Raphael.
He opened the sliding door and came in, shutting it tightly and closing the curtains behind him.
"Fuck, Raph." You tugged your earbuds out of your ears. "You scared the shit out of me."
Raph didn't answer. Instead, he approached you slowly, stopping at the foot of your bed and tossing something down.
You peered down at what he'd thrown, your heart sinking. Staring up at you was your own racy photo. You swallowed thickly.
"You gonna explain that?"
You took a shaky breath. "Look, Raph, I... I'm..."
You stared up at him pathetically, searching for words but coming up empty.
"And the you don't come around?" He growled.
You felt guilty. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do when I woke up I saw the picture and I panicked, I -"
"Who took it?"
"What?"
"Who took the photo? And who was it meant for?"
You looked up at him, confused. "April, and... I mean, it was meant for..."
You froze. Why did he care who it was meant for? You felt a glimmer of hope spark in your chest. Was he jealous?
You made a decision. You couldn't possibly embarrass yourself anymore than you had, why not shoot your shot at this point? You relaxed your body, scooting backwards to lean on the wall. You pulled your legs up, resting your elbows on your knees.
There it was!
Raph's eyes flitted down to your thighs as you had moved, maybe trying to catch a glimpse of what was between them.
He cleared his throat. "Well?"
"I sent it to you, didn't I?" You could heart your heartbeat in your ears. "I sent a text after it to you, didn't I? I wore red, didn't I?"
Raph was silent for a moment before speaking, his voice slightly softer. "Doesn't matter, you were drunk."
"I wasn't drunk when I put those on."
The silence felt thick, like moving or speaking might send ripples through the room.
"You wearing em now?"
Okay, it was now or never. Go big or go home.
You leaned forward, slowly pulling your sleep shirt up and over your head. You were naked from the waist up, now. Goosebumps spread across your exposed chest and your nipples hardened. Raph was completely still, except for a stirring in his shorts.
"I'm not wearing them. I wasn't expecting you to come by or maybe I would have."
"Not got the thong on under your shorts?"
You grinned. You leaned back, sliding slightly down the bed and lifting your hips. You slowly slid the shorts down. Kicking them off onto the floor. "Nope."
It was silent again. Raph was staring a hole through every inch of you he could see. Maybe it was the adrenaline, the growing shape in his shorts, or just Raphael himself, but you could feel yourself getting wet as he stared you down. You heard him inhale slowly, and you shivered when you heard a deep, guttural churring sound.
You couldn't wait anymore. Raph wasn't going to make the first move. You slowly stood up, walking across your bed. You stopped just infront of him, almost touching. You stayed on the bed so you could be eye to eye with him. He was almost scarily still. Such a massive, strong being in front of you. He could break you so easily, he was so still it felt like a predator waiting to pounce. It was weirdly hot. You reach out, touching the side of his face so lightly you weren't sure if he even felt it.
"I really like you," You mumbled.
"You sure?"
"I am. I wouldn't have sent that if I wasn't. I've been trying to get your attention for a really long time."
Raphael paused before speaking again. "Am I too late?"
You blinked. "Huh?"
Raph looked you up and down, slowly. "You texted me to come get you. Am I too late?"
"No."
There was another moment of stillness. You mightve thought he would've lunged for you and taken you right there (no complaints) but he surprised you. He leaned in, not to kiss you, but to nuzzle into your neck. His massive hands came up to grip your waist tightly, and he inhaled your scent. He slowly pulled away, long enough to look at your flushed face, and then he kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his grip on your hips tightened. You imagined kissing him a thousand times, wondering if it would be different from kissing a human, but it wasn't. It was warm and hot and you don't know how long you did it for but it wouldn't ever be enough.
When you finally pulled apart and you opened your eyes your heart skipped a beat. Raph looked downright animalistic. His eyes were narrowed in on you, pupils dilated so far that his bright irises looked like little glowing halos. He took you by surprise again, this time with his speed. Before you knew what happened he had picked you up and pressed you against the wall beside your bed. You tried to wrap your arms around his waist but he stopped you, growling lowly. He readjusted you, moving the bend of your knees to the crook of his elbows. The strength it took do hold you low enough that the tip of his cock was touching your entrance sent shivers down your spine.
"You ready?"
You couldn't speak if you tried, so you just nodded.
Raph started pushing in slowly, dropping you down onto him. You weren't sure when you'd ever reach the base because he was so big it felt like you just kept going. He was thick and long and you could feel it twitch deep inside, somewhere you were certain you'd never felt anything go before. When you finally did reach the base you realized you were holding your breath, and you let out a whine. Raph let out another deep churr, vibrating from his chest to yours. He began moving very slowly, his whole body tense as he struggled to maintain control. You let out a choked cry as he began rutting up into you, his arms keeping you pressed against the wall. You let your head thunk back against the wall, eyes closing for a moment as a warm pressure spread in your lowered belly.
You opened your eyes, gasping as Raph hit into you a bit harder than before, his eyes fixed on yours. He was grunting, barely holding back growls and groans and clearly trying to restrain himself. He clenched his jaw and began thrusting harder, his breath labored as he watched you start to lose it. He was stretching you out so far, thrusting so hard, and hitting so deep you couldn't physically hold off the orgasm that was coming quickly. Your nails dug into his arms and you let out a few strangled cries as you tried to hold on, not ready to cum yet but unable to stop. When it hit it hit so hard and fast you couldn't help the noise that left you. Your legs shook and you're pussy clenched, and the feeling must have sent Raphael over the edge as well. With a deep, rumbling growl he gave one last piercing thrust. You cried out as you felt him explode inside of you, and then felt his cum dripping out of you undoubtedly onto his legs and the floor. He kept you up for a moment, just leaning his head into the crook of your neck and catching his breath.
To your surprise, he didn't actually put you down. He maneuvered you into his arms more comfortably and brought you into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and gently set you on your feet inside of it. He gave you a soft smile and then stepped back to let you clean off.
You went to invite him in before laughing at yourself when you realized he'd never fit. On wobbly legs you showered off, staring in shock at the amount of cum leaking out of you, while Raph used a wash cloth to get himself as clean as he could.
When you stepped out of the shower, toweling off feeling sore and happy, you found Raph sitting on your bed holding a bottle of tequila. You also spotted your red lacy set beside him - he must've found them on the floor. He grinned at you, took a swig, and held the bottle towards you. You narrowed your eyes at him, taking the bottle and plopping down next to him.
"Whats this about?" You ask, taking a swig of liquor and wincing.
reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point
The flutter of shallow breath that dances within his lungs. His heart strumming so hard beneath his plated chest, he half wonders if you can hear it. If you can feel its force under your touch, as you press your palm against his natural armor to steady yourself. Droplets of water collecting where your hand rests on him as you lean even nearer, rinsing the shampoo from your hair. The confines of your small shower pushing your bodies so close together, you're not far off from being flush against him.
And his legs tremble at the mental image of you there with him. Of how sensual you must look right now.
His eyes are shut. Just as he promised you he'd keep them. But he doesn't need them open. He already knows what he would see.
Your bare form. Water dripping from your curves like rain. Head tilted back. Lips parted. Wet hair draped like silk down your back. Throat open and exposed. More water coursing over the smoothness of your flesh; tauntingly tracing the expanse of your figure the way his fingertips longed to. Of your breasts, hanging free. Pert nipples only a hair's breadth away from licking the keratin adorning his front.
He can't help it.
It's too close to his season. And he's been enamored with you for months now.
Your weight shifts as you lean away, hand slipping down his plastron while you straighten; eliciting a full body shiver he hopes you don't notice.
Instinctually, he follows. He has to be close to you. Keep you close to him. So very close. He feels he might go insane if you drift any farther from him.
He can smell where he's scented you. Just under your jaw, where he had nuzzled into neck. The most primal part of his mind likes that you smell like him. Wants to paint more of your body with more of his scent. To mark you. Claim you. With maybe more than pheromones.
The giggle you let slip free causes an eruption of butterflies in his gut. He can feel your lips, upturned in a grin. You're happy. Welcoming. Accepting. Curious even, maybe, to see how far he'll go.
It breaks his resolve not to touch you.
One hand, trembling with some far-off voice in the back of his mind telling him not to, cups against the swell of your backside. Calloused fingers kneading the plump flesh, earning him a breathy gasp from your throat. It spurs him on. Pressing forward, his tongue finds your pulse; water now pouring over his head and into his mouth as he seeks to kiss you.
He didn't want your first time together to happen because of season.
But he can't help it.
Flared nostrils catch the unmistakable hint of excitement from you. You're stretching back, granting him access wherever he wants to venture. Pushing into him, making clear you like what he's doing. Soft hands, so much smaller than his, holding tight to his arms. Keeping yourself close to him. So very close.
Like maybe something will break inside you if he doesn't keep going with what he's starting.
Mouths working against one another's, his hips shutter as his waist, practically of its own will, wants to find your body. To know where you are. How to align himself with you. So he can join himself to you. Just the way nature and desire tell him he needs to.
One arm comes to brace his weight against the wall, the other goes wandering. Hand pressing hard into your skin as the need to touch you drowns out any other thought in his mind.
With a nudge of his nose, his tongue presses past the seal of your lips. You moan into his mouth. His hips buck sharply in response. Curling his pelvis and squatting down lower lines his body up to where he needs to be.
Now sounding breathless he confesses he's swollen and aching for you. Asks for your permission to drop. To stroke himself between your legs. To make you his in every way he could right now - caught between the water diluting your silken core, his mass against the constraints of the tight space and the way he was growing desperate listening to your pleading whimpers for more.
"Please," you whisper in the gasp of a breath.
And that's all he needs.
You rise to your tiptoes to better squeeze his leaking member between your thighs. Grind back into him as it drags back and forth against your petals. You want this to happen. Want him. To give yourself to him. To share something so intimate, there'd be no going back.
This isn't how he wanted this to happen. But it's feeling better than he thought it would.
Your fingers are gripping into his scaley muscles as best they can. Pulling him close. Keeping him against you.
He's inhaling each and every wonton sound slipping free between your plush pout meeting his.
