Bayverse Turtles. Just ideas that kind of poured out tonight. (Aged up turtles, you can pick but I want them 30-ish. ~NSFW)
🧡🐢🎇🧡
The easiest turtle to win over is Mikey. He practically throws himself at you. When you give him positive attention back, he just ramps up his flirting. He has pet names for you for days. Eventually, he'll settle on one or two good ones and use them instead of your name almost always. You are going to have to confirm that you have feelings for him before he takes it to the next level. Due to the fact that he is so very straight forward and right out the gates with his cat calling, you have to confirm that you are not just being nice and playing along. He's a flirt, not a creep. (Maturity has found him, it just took him a few more years than his brothers)
Once you do, your fate is sealed. Mikey is definitely a very handsy, flirty, hiding no feelings and having practically no shame kinda dude. He doesn't care if anyone sees, hears, smells etc. his flirting and most of his physical romancing. Telling you how hard you make him a bit louder than he should, toughie tough. Making out on the couch in front of everyone, he doesn't care. Getting caught with his hand down your pants in the kitchen, oh well.
What he does keep secret and quiet is when he vents. Always expected to be the fun and sunshine brother, you become his confidant when he's got heavy feels things to unload. To make sure that it doesn't bog you down, he tries his hardest to end with something more positive and turn it back into good-vibes.
The other thing he'll keep more on the down-low is when the two of you are trying new fetishes or engaging in kinky play for the first time. He doesn't want to be interrupted or for you to get embarrassed and then never want to try again, so that stuff stays in his room, when he knows it's private and he won't be bothered. After y'all get comfortable with it, maybe then he's less cautious.
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Leo is tough to know. He's dead set on his duties to the point that it's most of his personality, until you get to know him better, and that only happens if he lets you. It'll be slow. He will start by sharing random tidbits of himself that don't have to do with ninjutsu, weapons, or his leadership responsibilities. In the beginning they're bland, basic facts; which pizza toppings he prefers, his favorite type of TV show, his preferred genre of book. They're things you could gleam from just being around him for more than a few days. He's stupid cautious.
His next step would be to ask if you want to do some training with him. He sticks to simple things, testing your abilities and skills. It's really more to learn about you, but it's a start. He takes it easy on you, mostly dodging until you get frustrated, and then maybe he humbles you with a sneaky move like knocking you off your feet. He doesn't ask you if you want to practice again, he waits for you to ask.
Over time, the training becomes more physical and he shares actual details about himself, but you have to be giving info in return. Knowing what his favorite movie is probably would never be information that The Foot uses against him, but you never know. You have got to meet him, tit for tat, and offer your own truths. If he catches you lying, you're not just back to zero, you're in the negative.
Eventually, if you've managed to gain his trust and build a strong connection with him, Leo will open up properly. He will joke, play, swat, and treat you like one of his brothers, with a more gentle approach because you're not a 200lb+ muscled turtle.
If romance blooms, expect another slow trudge full of trust building and honesty before you get any proper boyfriend-esque attention. Once past the awkward "we shouldn't, it's too dangerous, how would this work?, I'm not human, will you really be happy here?" Swamp of despair, it should be smooth sailing. Be honest and he's all yours.
All that time spent building that relationship will return ten-fold from Leo with whatever type of affection you ask for. He wants to please, he wants you happy, and he will make it so if possible.
❤️🐢🥊❤️
Raph is going to keep his feelings secret for as long as he can. He hides his insecurities by trying to be the biggest, heaviest hitter, and a tank for his brothers. And those are just his viewed shortcomings compared to his three brothers. When looking at you, he compares himself against all men. He has little hope. In the mirror he sees a big, green face with sharp features and a scowling, RBF. He may act like hot shit in front of his brothers, but it's a front. Besides his appearance and size, his temper can flare, and he's come a long way since he was a teen, but it can still explode from him, which is terrifying to see, especially up close. He's very aware and is afraid that if you see him in that state, it will only reinforce the fact that he's a monster.
You will see glimpses of how sweet he can be from time to time, but they won't come often. When you're around, his guard is up doing double time; keeping up appearances and keeping his feelings in check. Over time his facade will falter occasionally. He'll be laughing at your jokes, ribbing you when you get frustrated over video games, checking to see if you've eaten, and maybe even leaning against you as he nods off on the couch. When you smile at his playfulness and kindness, he'll smile back until he catches himself and suddenly remembers that he has something to do. It will probably be going to their home gym.
If you can manage to get him to accept that you honestly and truly think he is not a monster, and that you want to be around him, and miss him when you're not with him, you're going to get someone who can be a huge teddy bear cuddler, but also someone who likes to get physical and more rough in the bedroom. This is going to take a lot of repeating yourself and him asking, not always subtly, if you really mean it. If you're sure you wouldn't be happier with some other guy. If your eyes work. If he's really not too big. If if if... You will learn that kisses can usually stop him from spiraling.
Sometimes Raph wants to cuddle and be soft and tender. Despite his size he is careful. He handles you like you're a porcelain figurine in the beginning. With the practiced ability to knit, his large hands can be surprisingly dexterous and delicate. He is not a bull in a china shop unless he chooses to. Quiet times together have him completely wrapped around you, holding you carefully close and seeking your body warmth. You are careful not to laugh the first time he slips and churrs when he begins to doze off in your arms. He won't do it again if you embarrass him.
Over time, he allows himself to be a bit more rough with you. At first it is just careful roughhousing, perhaps some near choreographed play tackles or even picking you up and pretending to slam you on the bed, setting you down carefully with sound effects instead of actual violence (Raph may have loved watching WWE growing up). After a bout of rougher hands-on play, he notices that you're turned on. This changes things immediately. Taking advantage of the situation, the play shifts from silly to sexual in an instant.
You both end up having the most amazing sex you've ever had thus far. The next day you talk about it as you ice bruises and he apologizes as you hobble around when you first get up from bed. As a couple, you set limits and it becomes a more regular thing. You enjoy this rougher type of sex and he enjoys being able to be less careful. Being rough is in his nature and you loving it and getting off to it just helps strengthen your bond.
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(Saved the best for last~)
Donnie is guarded, but secretly hopeful about the possibility of a relationship. This busy, brainy, tech wizard of a brother is a master of design and invention, but he still has his own hang ups. Instead of fighting off insecurities, he fights anxiety, boredom, and possibly depression. Instead of working out or training, he buries himself in his work. Keeping busy keeps his mind from wandering into darker thoughts. It also leads him to pass out and sleep dreamless sleep. He knows that it isn't healthy, but the other thoughts aren't good for him either.
When he notices that you've taken an interest in what he is working on, he eagerly shares to the point of info-dumping. If he catches himself, he apologizes out of reflex. You have to dismiss it or he will assume that, like his brothers, you do not have time to hear him ramble. Asking him questions, especially if you do not understand what he is talking about, will spur him on to explain. He's patient and wants to share his knowledge. If you pretend to know, he can tell, and won't say anything, but will take note that you're just trying to be nice in order to placate him and get him to stop.
Always watching and analyzing everything, he'll take notice who you talk to when you arrive, who you spend the most time with, how you react to his other brothers antics and conversations, who you decide to sit next to, how much physical contact you give and to who... He sees it all and makes mental notes. He will also overthink things. Were you just laughing at Mikey's jokes, or was that flirting? Were you smiling at Leo because he was kind, or was that something more? Was that shove you attempted to give Raph just for fun, or were you trying to spur him to touch you? If you don't give him equal or more attention, he will notice and make pessimistic predictions.
If you give him the most attention out of his brothers and are genuinely interested in his projects and research, he will take note and begin to test you a little. While handing him a screwdriver, he notes how you react when his fingers linger on yours a little longer than they should have. As he explains the wiring on a smaller machine, he stealthily monitors your pulse rate when he moves close enough for your arms to press against one another. After some motor oil droplets splash on your cheek, he watches your face for any signs as he gently wipes the dark spots away with his thumb. Every action is inconspicuous and easily dismissed, but a treasure trove of valuable information before he makes any kind of decision as to what to do.
If he is completely positive that you harbor a crush on him, he meticulously plans his own confession. A true romantic, he wants this to be perfect. The two of you will be alone, most likely in his lab space where he is most comfortable. His brothers will either be out or busy. You won't have any idea that this is a special evening and will be under the guise that you're coming over to help him out with a project, as you often did. He'll let the evening start out with that project, but will end up shifting your attention to something else he's made. The secret project will be something impressive that has you in awe, asking how long he's been working on it. That's when he makes his move.
His answers have been rehearsed in his mind over and over, but his nerves still cause him to shake and some of his answers carry a hint of nervousness, but his face is confident and sure. He reports his data to you and details how he's noticed your affection. Still monitoring you, he is careful and has a backup plan readied in case he has to abort his admission. If everything goes as planned, you end up with his hand on your cheek and a gentle first kiss upon your lips.
Donatello is almost clingy with his affection. You receive messages when you are not around him and when you are at the lair, he is close to you or at least nearby. He seeks physical contact often but in more discrete ways when around others. At the dinner table, he'll move his leg so that his calf is leaning against yours. During movie night, he is hip to hip with you on the couch, encouraging you to lean against him once the flick starts. It's not completely hidden, but its modest.
Away from prying eyes, it is a completely different story. Hands end up under and in clothing as kisses turn from soft and sweet to hungry and demanding in seconds. All you have to do is say the right words. Donnie proves time and time again that he is a quick learner and has your body figured out within a couple of weeks. You find it difficult, at first, for him to properly let go and let you take the wheel, but in time the trust is built and he allows you to give without also receiving. He turns out to be a versatile switch after deviating from his original, more dominant, tenancies.
His favorite thing to do is make you climax. His second favorite thing is to climax together. His third is using toys...
honestly, I think we need some more Bayverse Raph smut, why? First, it’s Raph. And we love some Raph. Second? So little people request stuff for Bayverse Raph it’s crazy😭 And he’s my favourite turtle. So you can decide WHAT the fic is about, I just request some Raph smut!!
Backshots (18+)
Bayverse!Raphael x reader
A/N: Sounded like you were in desperate need, so I quickly cooked up something😂 It’s pretty short, but hey, Bayverse Raphael doing backshots? Hell yeah. Enjoy!❤️
All characters are aged up.
Warnings: Short, doggy, overstimulation, squirting, Raph calls you a dirty girl.
“Yeah, that’s it”, Raphael growled behind you, standing on his bedroom floor, while you laid ass up on his bed. “Take all of it. Keep takin’ all of it, ya dirty girl”.
“Fuck, Raph!”, you cried out, trying to reach for him behind you. But he grabbed your arm, curling it up on your back, never once breaking the rhythm of his hips snapping against your ass, the sound of your skin slapping together echoing throughout Raphael’s room.
Your tight, long-sleeved crop top was still on, but your pants and underwear were far gone, lying somewhere in Raph’s bedroom, far forgotten as he continued to ram into you.
“Nah, dirty girls don't get to touch”, Raph chuckled, finding your whimpering sounds and desperate pleas adorable, his voice so low you could feel wetness starting to run down your thighs. Raph had already made you cum three times already, just by ramming you from behind, so you had no idea how you could still manage to get so wet when he talked. “Dirty girls are only made to be fucked”.
Raph let go of your arm, before grabbing a hold on your hips with both hands, thrusting into you at a brutal speed, making you scream and moan against the mattress. You sounded like a pornstar with how loud you were, however, your sounds were real. You were desperate, feeling yourself getting close to get another orgasm, not knowing if you could handle it.
“Raph! I’m - oh fuck - I’m-!”
“I know”, Raph groaned. “Cum for me, (Y/N). Squirt and make my bed wet like the dirty girl ya are”.
This man was going to be the death of you. Yet you came, crying out in pleasure as you squirted around Raph’s thick member, just like he had wanted you to, all while you saw white spots before your eyes.
“Shit”, Raph groaned, settling his speed, before almost pulling out of you, his head still stuck inside your overstimulated cunt. The hands on your hips moved to your ass, where Raph grabbed onto your cheeks, pulling them away from each other, so he could get a better look at your wet cunt, pulsing around his still erect cock. Then - to your surprise - he spat onto your cunt, putting his hands back on your hips, before slowly rocking in and out of you again. “You can do better, (Y/N)”.
“Wait, what?!”, you asked, trying to turn so that you could look at Raph, only for your head to be pushed down against the bed, his hand on your cheeks forcing the side of your face down.
“I said I wanted my bed wet”, Raph groaned, a smirk thick in his voice. “And squirtin’ only on me isn’t enough”. His raised one of his feet onto the bed, making it easier for him to thrust into you at full force once again.
Hewoo Friendo's! Been a bit, but wanted to get in the writing mindset again and share some turtle thunks as I do.
Just some silly little HC's about fun domesticated things to do with your turtle once starting to officially share a space. Check it out:
Rating: Cookies and Cream Milk (16+ please!)
Leo: Meal Prep Planning
No ok listen. It's common knowledge across the fandom, in most iterations, Leo can't cook right? Practically banished from the kitchen with caution tape and daily threats + taunts from his oh so delightful brethren on the rEgUlAr. (He gets it ok? he's a hazard)
This is a VERY difficult piece of humble pie for our dear Fearless to swallow, as he is not perfect in every aspect (surprise surprise) even though he desperately tries to emulate nonetheless.
ESPECIALLY in the aspect of trying to seriously take care of you. How on earth is he supposed to properly provide, preside, and protect if he is not allowed within 5 ft of a toaster?!
Well, Leo would be the most determined partner to say the least. If he can't help provide your daily required intake of consumed nutrients, than he will just have to help you PREPARE them at the very least.
And prepare this turtle do. Man stays up LATE scouring over every single recipe website he can get his hands on. Mom Blogs, Pinterest Boards, Nana's Facebook Pages, University Databases, you name it, he's probably seen it.
Look, he just wants to make sure he can view all his options alright? He is the team strategist for a REASON, thank you very much.
Speaking of strategy, Mr. Helpful Himself will write for you (in his stinkingly perfect calligraphy) a detailed shopping list for each and every of the poor recipes that caught his eye for you this week. (They were screened to make sure you are getting your basic food groups because Leo is a "secret" health nerd. More like Disappointed Dad Biased, but that's besides the point)
This grocery list also includes where to find said item in the store (no he did NOT scout the perimeter beforehand to make sure you had the quickest and safest route what are you talking about?) Not to mention, he also peeked at your budget and highlighted which brands have the best price.
When it actually comes to cooking time, this turtle is your most dedicated sue chef. I'm talking perfectly sharpened knifes ("A dull knife is more dangerous you know"), preset little bowls with all ingredients diced, minced and measured, ready and waiting for you to kick him out, so you can do your thing.
His favorite thing about all of this (besides legit "cooking" up a kitchen battle strategy for you) is putting all the leftovers in little straight containers, for you to use for the rest of the week. I see this OCD turtle loving Snapware (In HIS designated blue of course) and little BentoBoxes. The little click click of the lid just does something for him.
Overall, Leo just likes to be included and knowing that something he did would be beneficial to you💙
Donnie: Painting Walls
Donnie for all of his brains and mastery with tech, I think would be the most darling little painter friend when wanting to help you with a color project.
Turtle wants to be helpful to you so bad, it legitimately causes his brain to crash if he lets him sit with his feels for too long. Which is...why he NEVER lets himself sit with the feels and rather just becomes ANXIOUSLY engaged in trying to help you with all of your projects.
And engaged he becomes! You want to repaint a wall in your living room? Maybe add some cute new decorations or shelving? This Turtle has got his two money making skills at YOUR service (AKA being observant and having a good steady hand)
That delightful attention to detail becomes your greatest boone and bore when Mr. Donatello puts his eye to do something. I'm talking about him pulling out nearly all of his tools to make sure that this project of yours is done most effectively. Measuring tape, painting tape, filling putty, painting mats, paint brushes of every shape and size, paint rollers, paint roller extenders, sanders, screws, bolts, levers, screwdrivers, hammers. Basically you blink, and your living room is suddenly a small Home Depot.
You blink again, and suddenly everything is already off the wall, or out of the box, placed with the utmost precision in perfectly little placed groups (for the moment, just wait for this turtle to get going and get in the zone. The Tinker Zone! OW!)
It might actually take bit to get to said project because Donnie is going to get lost in his head making sure he has everything, and is going about this in the best way. AKA spends a solid 15 minutes trying to figure out the best way to tape off the outlets. Whether or not he should use the filler putty to make the wall level or just sand off the original paint to make sure the new paint sticks well enough, etc etc
And he really is a good helper once both of y'all stop bickering like an old married couple about which of the 5 shades of the one color you requested is going to look best in this lighting.
He's got that steady hand which makes cutting around the edges a breeze (Mikey wishes he had that much control of a brush) and that delightful height which can reach all the high corners you can't get with a ladder.
Speaking of ladders, they are no longer allowed in your household anymore because Donnie once got so distracted looking up and seeing your bum in those tight paint smeared jeans that he accidentally flung paint into his open mouth.
Which resulted in this tree of a turtle startling himself that he all but felled himself backwards. And in doing so...accidentally painted the ceiling as well. It was...bad to say the least. How do you call poison control for a turtle AND tell his medic brother that he may or may not have a concussion due to perceiving thiccness firsthand?
Bottomline (heh pun intended) all that is done with love is done well. And Donnie loves you, and he puts that love into his hands. And puts those hands to work for you. So everything is done well. Even if there is a single infuriating corner on the ceiling that you didn't let him paint over, to stand as a witness of this most infamous painting day.💜
Raph: Bed Shenanigans
Don't look at me like that. It's not what you think or probably what you want I swear.
Listen. It's like this. Raph. Is big. A mountain of a man. A tank of a turtle. Large and in charge in almost every way. And if y'all are at the point of mutual domestication, all that Grande is gonna be coming your way.
And one of those ways is discovering that as delightful as your couch is for movie time cuddles and daily wrestling occurrences, it's not the best place to conk out for the night.
Let's be honest here too. Raph deals with...a LOT. Literal weight of the world on those shoulders. The brunt of it all. You of all people would know that this turtle deserves some softness after it all.
Hence the adventure of bed shopping and decorating begins!
Unfortunately because of the whole "turtle situation" you can't exactly bring Raph with you to the store (as mush as he would NEVER admit loving to do something just normal and mundane with you) but you CAN always bring your findings to Raph.
Cue long nights of you two huddled close while looking at the screen of your phone or computer as y'all playfully bicker about what kind of sheets and pillows and styles Raph would prefer, you excitedly pulling out your samples of the day and letting Raph test the textures of the plethora of fabrics to see if they feel comfy.
Raph has never felt more overwhelmed with all the options and in hopes of trying to appease you said he didn't really think much about that stuff and said whatever made you happy would work just fine. So as a joke for the first time, you brought back bright pink satin sheets with little embroidered flowers. It uno reversed on you because he ended up liking the sheets because they were soft against his scales and kept y'all both cool enough during....the other bedtime activities.
Unfortunately (fortunately?) those sheets didn't last through a single season which led to y'all doing some more intense research on things having durability and LONG lifetime use. Or at the very least. Multiple spares of the same brand.
Turns out y'all both can agree on soft green coloring, plaid if you can believe it (it strokes his man card and you like teasing him for being a lumberjack the way he cuts logs in his sleep) and y'all both enjoy the bamboo cooling sheets. Raph handles your decorative throw pillows as long as he gets to have his massive maroon Minky weighted blanket as the accent piece. It's heavy enough that he uses it as a cuddle net when he's in that mood to never let you go.
And Raph being Raph is almost ALWAYS in a mood. So another fun thing y'all get to "experiment" with is finding which laundry detergent/ fabric softener's work well enough with Raph's scales and shell while not simultaneously murdering his poor oversensitive turtle sznoze. (He'll never admit it, but he likes the simple floral scented soaps. Because it feels clean and fresh in a way that's not tainted by the city. Something still good and alive in this world. Kinda like how he sees you)❤️
Mikey: Dishes Collector
The funny thing about Mikey is that for as much as he eats, he actually doesn't ever really use a lot of dishes. Most of his food has been prepackaged and ready to go because everybody knows this turtle can't still still to save his life. He likes to put the T-O G-O in Hot To Go.
So when the time comes that he actually slows down to settle down enough that you introduce him to the joys of personalizing y'alls kitchen together, Turtle has a BLAST.
He had no idea that there were so many utensils or types of plates! All the brands for all the dishes! Oh and the cups? Mugs? Bottles? TANKARDS? Yeah, hon, might be best to keep him away from the thrift stores because you KNOW he's about to bring back the most horrendous looking thing that barely counts as a cup and fall absolutely in love with it. He uses it for everything and you even though you can't STAND it, it makes him happy so you guess it stays.
Also be warned that because Mikey is not used to having all these cool new dishes, the curious ADHD orange cat in him will want to use all the cool new toys - er- utensils right away to try and figure them out. Even if it means doing so in a rather...unorthodox kind of way.
So don't be TOO alarmed when you catch Mikey trying to sneak away with your new flour pin because he thinks it would make a sick new kind of heavy weight nunchucks if he attached a strong enough chain to it. Or enthusiastically putting in WAY too much flower into your breadmaker because watching it all swirl together is just too fascinating of a siren call to resist.
You probably have a slightly bit more tamed taste, and introduce Mikey into the joys of having matching sets with cute little patterns or designs and learning how to use new dishes CORRECTLY. The artist in him appreciates how it all comes together when you show him how to properly set up a dinner place set and he really gets into setting the table because of it I could see him really getting into duck/chicken themed things or brightly fiesta colored vibes for whatever reason.
Be warned though, once man has picked a theme with you, he is DEDICATED. It literally becomes a game for him to try and find something, ANYTHING that matches your theme in the weirdest and most wholesome of ways.
You end up having to ask Donnie to help install more shelves, to show off you and Mikey's growing assortment of strange kitchen collectables. By the end of the year, it looks more like a strange museum than a kitchen(Don't ask Mikey where he found them. Trust me. You don't wanna know. Just make you you wash it clearly beforehand)
Mikey loves this about you. And despite all of his totally turtley tubular finds, his favorite pride and joy are the two poorly hand-shaped ceramic mugs that y'all made and fired together as a couples date night one time.
Because Mikey has discovered that the best dishes, both literal and the ones you eat, are always then one that you create and share together. 🧡
Tag List (lemme know if I got you all or you'd like to be included) @thelaundrybitch @the-cauldron-witch @raphsmuneca @avery73 @anobodyinabog @definitely-canon @milykins
I love hc where Raph takes super good care of his body like a temple, while Donnie is out there testing nuclear on a body that hasn't slept for a week.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Over the Phone (Bayverse!Raph x GN!Reader)
ᯓ★ smut, raph being a horn dog, m_sturbation(m!only), reader pronouns not mentioned! (This is a short lazy one, had to let it out)
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Imagine video calling your boyfriend, blabbering about your day on and on, completely oblivious to the fact that his hand is shoved deep inside the thin fabric of his boxers. His hand curled into a fist as he pumps his throbbing hard cock to ecstasy.
Can you blame him though? You're just so cute and he's missed you for days now. He licks his lips, his eyes focused entirely on you. He couldn't help it. Especially when you're wearing that low cut top. It's like you're doing this on purpose to seduce him.
"Are you listening?" You asked, chuckling a bit when you notice you could only see the top half of his face now. His pillow seeming to be the thing you're talking to.
He grunts.
"Yeah..." He blurted out, his words stuttering for a bit.
You smile with your head rested on the palm of your hand.
"You know I love you right?" You confessed and the way you looked at him full of love, it only made him speed up the pace of his hand.
"Yeah?" He answered, a breathy laugh escaping between his lips.
"Yeah, I was thinking of going out tomorrow night. I made sure to clear out my schedule so I'd be free" You placed your phone on your desk, the wall supporting it. He watches the way you run your hands across your hair.
Why couldn't you just be here right now?
"Tomorrow... s-sure..." He muttered, his eyes fluttering shut as he could feel the muscles in his forearm start to burn.
"You tired baby?" Your teasing tone made him whimper out of desperation.
"Need ya.." His voice completely out of breath.
He was close.
His precum had completely soaked the fabric through his pants. The fluid made it slippery enough for him to go faster. Images of you riding him was all he could think about in his head. He always loved it when you straddled him, edging him to his limits. You can be so sweet yet so cruel to him sometimes.
"You're adorable, you know that? Well... I'm beat... I'll see you tomorrow then" You stretched your arms exhaustedly.
"Bye baby, I love youuu" You cooed and it took every last remaining strength in him to not moan and out himself.
"Love you more" He said. With a smile on your face, you ended the call.
The moment you disappeared from the frame of his screen, he threw his phone aside as he shoved his face into his pillow. With his cursing muffled, he could feel his face burning up. Imagining you crying out his name the way he always makes you simply turned him on.
How you'd dig your nails into his shoulder. That lust in your eyes.
His breath hitches.
"Ohfuuuck—!" He moans, his orgasm wetting his pants to the mattress beneath him. His toes curled as he gave himself a few more tired pumps before turning to his back to catch his breath.
What if tmnt 2012 was awesome and they didn’t kill Splinter 8283 times and have a episode where Karai and April bond as best friends almost sisters who share a rat dad and they are a awesome family
