Something something Donnie gifting you a toy that he made and can control from anywhere.
• Surprised naturally but also aw how considerate of your techy bf to make a toy special for you
• He tells you to test it out, having that oh so sweet nerdy smile on his lips. You happily oblige of course, already knowing that this toy was going to take you PLACES.
• But what you didn’t know was that he had a remote too
• He pulls out his homemade device which turned out to be a replica of his own member. Long but not super girthy and a deep yet vibrant purple reminiscent of his signature mask.
• He tells you all about the different settings, vibration patterns, battery life and for a moment he nearly loses himself in the tech talk of this toy before remembering its real purpose.
• He’s clever with it, texting you while on patrol some suggestive and not so innocent messages to purposefully get you in the mood.
• He manages to break away from his brothers to go to your apartment, hanging out on top of the building across from yours.
• He thanks any and all higher ups that your curtains weren’t shut all the way, just enough of a sliver for him to peek through.
• The sex talk goes on for a few more messages before he sees you biting your lip, a moment of hesitation crossing your face before you finally decide to reach over into your nightstand. Donnie’s heart leaps when he sees the purple toy in between your fingers, heat licking at his belly when he wishes it was his cock in your hand instead.
• But he knows that this whole set up is for this moment.
• While you start to shimmy out of your bottoms, Donnie’s hand goes to one of the pockets on his belt and feels the small shape of the remote control.
• Nearly creams right there when seeing the expression on your face when you turn the vibrator on and press it just barely to your clit, your hips jerking upward and breath stuttering in your throat.
• Donnie lets you enjoy yourself for a few minutes, knowing that you’re one to edge for a good while until you’re ready to cum. He decides to call you, help you out along the way. It’s not uncommon for you two to have phone sex every once in a while.
• You pick up and immediately whine of how much you miss him and need him, but that the toy is already doing wonders for you. “That’s good, dove.” He says, “I’m so happy you’re enjoying it.”
• He starts talking, telling you how much he wishes he could leave patrol to be with you and help you test out his invention.
• When he hears that familiar hitch in your voice he knows you’re close.
• “Stop.”
• And you whimper but obey, slipping the toy out your sopping pussy with translucent strings stretching and breaking.
• “Now stick it back in, slowly.”
• You’re way too horny to think about how he even knew you took it out in the first place, and it def leaves your mind completely when the toy suddenly kicks back on to a higher vibration setting without you touching the power button.
• Your hand slaps over your mouth in a pathetic attempt to silence your moans but it’s useless considering the fact that the toy also starts to thrust shallowly into your wet cunt.
• “That’s it, dove. Look at you taking it so well. You like that don’t you?”
• The vibration goes higher and your thighs seize up and start trembling while your hands shoot out to fist at your sheets. “D-Donnie—!”
• “Shh, don’t worry. You’re doing great, just keep going.”
• Meanwhile he’s already started stroking himself, going slow and spreading the pre all over.
• Fuck you look so good, so helpless, so needy and perfectly ready to take the real him.
• “Get on all fours.”
• You do and without him even telling you, you tease your sopping hole with the tip. He temporarily mutes you so he can groan obscenely before coming back to you.
•”Now fuck yourself, darling. Pretend it’s me with you.”
• God the way you obey him almost has him climaxing right there but he holds back.
• “You’re such a good girl for me. I can practically hear how my cock is sliding in and out of you.”
• He matches your thrusts with his hand and when he feels himself getting to the edge once again, he increases the vibrations on your toy.
• Swears you moan so loud that he can hear you across the roof.
•”M’Close, Donnie! Gonna cum, m’gonna cum—!!”
•You hear the sweet schlick schlick schlick of his hand stroking his cock, using the sounds to motivate you to orgasm.
• He cums at the same time you do, thick white ropes streaking across the concrete and some even shooting over the edge. (He’ll clean it later)
• Watches the way you slump forward, toy still in your pussy and he gives you mercy by shutting it off.
• “That… was so good, baby.” He hears you mumble into the phone.
• It was. And now he thinks he’ll keep the secret of having a remote too just a little bit longer.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, but also comfort!, you kiss and make up surprise surprise
--
Months, it has been months since you’ve last seen Raphael.
You still see stories about the Nightwatcher in the paper and on the news— your heart shattering somehow even more every time you see them because true to his word, he didn’t stop.
Donnie and Mikey have reached out to you, your absence in the Lair immediately becoming noticed. They tell you that Raph is more on edge now, angrier than usual. You tell them that you broke up but don’t go into detail why, saying that you felt he wasn’t giving you any time anymore.
While you hated what he was doing, it wasn’t your secret to tell.
You have to stop yourself from reaching out but god does it fucking hurt whenever you think about him. Is he okay? Is he being safe? Is he being reckless?
So many questions yet not a single answer.
You can’t help but picture the worst sometimes; him lying bloody and broken on the ground with his brothers unable to help. Sometimes when your phone pings, you fear that it’s one of them calling to tell you that they found Raphael dead. You scare yourself even more by thinking of them never finding his body, that somehow scientists got a hold of him and are doing tests and experiments on him.
You can’t recall how many nights you’ve cried yourself to sleep, how you’ve hugged your pillow to your chest and inhaled his fading scent so deep that you’ve nearly made yourself lightheaded from holding your breath. How you find yourself subconsciously glancing to your bedroom window whenever you hear a noise because you think it might be him coming.
You miss him so much and there are times when you feel incredibly guilty for what you did. Maybe you should have listened to him, given him his space and waited for him to come to you and then maybe you wouldn’t be hurting as much as you were right now.
You wonder if he’s in just as much pain as you.
It’s another late night for you, sitting on your couch and watching some t.v show that’s been marathoning all day. You have half an empty bowl of popcorn sitting on your side and a few candy wrappers littering the cushions and floor. You should clean it up but you feel that you haven’t really been able to do much of that since your breakup.
Taking a glance at your phone and seeing how late it is, you decide to call it a night. You manage to pick up the mess and turn the t.v off before dropping everything off in your kitchen. After cleaning up, you head into your bathroom to do your nightly routine and then go hit the sack.
Your room is dark when you walk in and you feel along your wall for your light switch, but you stop when you see a faint gleam at your window. You freeze up, a cold chill traveling down your spine when the shine moves a bit. There’s just enough moonlight to shine down on whatever is on your fire escape, but not enough to fully illuminate.
You see whatever it is move again and then you hear light tapping against the glass. Your breath catches in your throat, flicking on the light and seeing Raph crouched on your fire escape, an unreadable expression on his face.
You nearly run over to open your window but you compose yourself, clearing your throat before slowly heading over. You can’t take your eyes off him, not with the way his amber gaze practically burns holes into your skull. The click of the latch unlocking seems to echo through your room, adding to the irregular rapid heartbeat inside your chest. You step back as Raph pushes the window and climbs inside.
The silence is deafening, your chest heaving in on itself as you fight so desperately not to break down and cry when you take in his state.
He's tired, so so so tired and you see it in his eyes and posture.
For everything that you've been through; the tears, the laughs, the fights, the memories...
It all comes flooding back to you in this moment and you know that you can't stay angry at him any longer.
"You're an idiot." You whisper.
He nods, fingers flexing against his palms.
"I know."
And for that answer a sob bubbles through your lips, tears stream down your eyes and you finally allow yourself to fall apart and bring him into your arms.
Raph wastes no time in reciprocating, holding you a bit too tight against his plastron but you don't care. Your arms scramble to find the best position to hug him but eventually they settle around his neck, your face burying itself in the same spot as you loudly cry.
His hand moves up and down your back in soothing motions while the other clasps around the back of your head. He's missed you so god damn much, every second without you felt like pure torture and the longer he went without you the more he realized how utterly stupid he was for not trusting you with his secret.
You were-- are, the love of his fucking life and he can't throw it away just like that.
"M'so fucking sorry, sweetheart."
His voice, deep and raspy, rattles your bones. You feel it against your skull and the vibrations make you shiver because it's been months since you last heard him talk.
"I'm sorry for pushing you." You sob, "I didn't want to trap you, I just--"
He shushes you gently, pulling back to tenderly cup his hands around your face. His eyes, usually so strong, now carry so much in them as he gazes upon you.
"I should'a trusted you. I was scared and I know that's no excuse but. Fuck, sweetheart m'so sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it..." Both his thumbs wipe away the fresh tears from beneath your eyes and you swear you can see faint traces of his own eyes shining but you don't say anything.
"Can I kiss you?" He murmurs quietly, allowing himself to look at your mouth for a second before coming back to your watery eyes.
You laugh, nodding enthusiastically before another whimper sounds through.
"Yeah," You whisper, sniffling and letting more tears drip down.
"Yeah?" He repeats, smiling faintly.
And then he's leaning down to press his mouth to yours, soft at first but then he's pushing deeper, hands holding onto you tight to keep you steady. Your lips move steadily against each other, refamiliarizing yourselves with the taste and feel of the kiss you've longed for.
Before you know it he's picking you up and securing his hands beneath your thighs, taking you to your bed to lay you down and crawl over. He breaks the kiss to pepper smaller ones across your cheeks, enticing soft laughter from you and it makes his heart thud heavily in his chest.
"I love you so much, sweetheart..." He whispers against your mouth.
"I love you too, Raph."
He smiles and kisses you again, no rush whatsoever in his movements but you feel the way his hands start to touch up and down your body.
"We still gotta talk about things." You mumble, despite the fact that your hands also start to roam over his shell.
He grumbles and shifts to your neck, kisses featherlight and breath fanning over your already warm skin.
"We will. Got time to make up for first though..."
You can't argue, instead letting him show you just how much he's missed you.
Something something Donnie gifting you a toy that he made and can control from anywhere.
• Surprised naturally but also aw how considerate of your techy bf to make a toy special for you
• He tells you to test it out, having that oh so sweet nerdy smile on his lips. You happily oblige of course, already knowing that this toy was going to take you PLACES.
• But what you didn’t know was that he had a remote too
• He pulls out his homemade device which turned out to be a replica of his own member. Long but not super girthy and a deep yet vibrant purple reminiscent of his signature mask.
• He tells you all about the different settings, vibration patterns, battery life and for a moment he nearly loses himself in the tech talk of this toy before remembering its real purpose.
• He’s clever with it, texting you while on patrol some suggestive and not so innocent messages to purposefully get you in the mood.
• He manages to break away from his brothers to go to your apartment, hanging out on top of the building across from yours.
• He thanks any and all higher ups that your curtains weren’t shut all the way, just enough of a sliver for him to peek through.
• The sex talk goes on for a few more messages before he sees you biting your lip, a moment of hesitation crossing your face before you finally decide to reach over into your nightstand. Donnie’s heart leaps when he sees the purple toy in between your fingers, heat licking at his belly when he wishes it was his cock in your hand instead.
• But he knows that this whole set up is for this moment.
• While you start to shimmy out of your bottoms, Donnie’s hand goes to one of the pockets on his belt and feels the small shape of the remote control.
• Nearly creams right there when seeing the expression on your face when you turn the vibrator on and press it just barely to your clit, your hips jerking upward and breath stuttering in your throat.
• Donnie lets you enjoy yourself for a few minutes, knowing that you’re one to edge for a good while until you’re ready to cum. He decides to call you, help you out along the way. It’s not uncommon for you two to have phone sex every once in a while.
• You pick up and immediately whine of how much you miss him and need him, but that the toy is already doing wonders for you. “That’s good, dove.” He says, “I’m so happy you’re enjoying it.”
• He starts talking, telling you how much he wishes he could leave patrol to be with you and help you test out his invention.
• When he hears that familiar hitch in your voice he knows you’re close.
• “Stop.”
• And you whimper but obey, slipping the toy out your sopping pussy with translucent strings stretching and breaking.
• “Now stick it back in, slowly.”
• You’re way too horny to think about how he even knew you took it out in the first place, and it def leaves your mind completely when the toy suddenly kicks back on to a higher vibration setting without you touching the power button.
• Your hand slaps over your mouth in a pathetic attempt to silence your moans but it’s useless considering the fact that the toy also starts to thrust shallowly into your wet cunt.
• “That’s it, dove. Look at you taking it so well. You like that don’t you?”
• The vibration goes higher and your thighs seize up and start trembling while your hands shoot out to fist at your sheets. “D-Donnie—!”
• “Shh, don’t worry. You’re doing great, just keep going.”
• Meanwhile he’s already started stroking himself, going slow and spreading the pre all over.
• Fuck you look so good, so helpless, so needy and perfectly ready to take the real him.
• “Get on all fours.”
• You do and without him even telling you, you tease your sopping hole with the tip. He temporarily mutes you so he can groan obscenely before coming back to you.
•”Now fuck yourself, darling. Pretend it’s me with you.”
• God the way you obey him almost has him climaxing right there but he holds back.
• “You’re such a good girl for me. I can practically hear how my cock is sliding in and out of you.”
• He matches your thrusts with his hand and when he feels himself getting to the edge once again, he increases the vibrations on your toy.
• Swears you moan so loud that he can hear you across the roof.
•”M’Close, Donnie! Gonna cum, m’gonna cum—!!”
•You hear the sweet schlick schlick schlick of his hand stroking his cock, using the sounds to motivate you to orgasm.
• He cums at the same time you do, thick white ropes streaking across the concrete and some even shooting over the edge. (He’ll clean it later)
• Watches the way you slump forward, toy still in your pussy and he gives you mercy by shutting it off.
• “That… was so good, baby.” He hears you mumble into the phone.
• It was. And now he thinks he’ll keep the secret of having a remote too just a little bit longer.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, but also comfort!, you kiss and make up surprise surprise
--
Months, it has been months since you’ve last seen Raphael.
You still see stories about the Nightwatcher in the paper and on the news— your heart shattering somehow even more every time you see them because true to his word, he didn’t stop.
Donnie and Mikey have reached out to you, your absence in the Lair immediately becoming noticed. They tell you that Raph is more on edge now, angrier than usual. You tell them that you broke up but don’t go into detail why, saying that you felt he wasn’t giving you any time anymore.
While you hated what he was doing, it wasn’t your secret to tell.
You have to stop yourself from reaching out but god does it fucking hurt whenever you think about him. Is he okay? Is he being safe? Is he being reckless?
So many questions yet not a single answer.
You can’t help but picture the worst sometimes; him lying bloody and broken on the ground with his brothers unable to help. Sometimes when your phone pings, you fear that it’s one of them calling to tell you that they found Raphael dead. You scare yourself even more by thinking of them never finding his body, that somehow scientists got a hold of him and are doing tests and experiments on him.
You can’t recall how many nights you’ve cried yourself to sleep, how you’ve hugged your pillow to your chest and inhaled his fading scent so deep that you’ve nearly made yourself lightheaded from holding your breath. How you find yourself subconsciously glancing to your bedroom window whenever you hear a noise because you think it might be him coming.
You miss him so much and there are times when you feel incredibly guilty for what you did. Maybe you should have listened to him, given him his space and waited for him to come to you and then maybe you wouldn’t be hurting as much as you were right now.
You wonder if he’s in just as much pain as you.
It’s another late night for you, sitting on your couch and watching some t.v show that’s been marathoning all day. You have half an empty bowl of popcorn sitting on your side and a few candy wrappers littering the cushions and floor. You should clean it up but you feel that you haven’t really been able to do much of that since your breakup.
Taking a glance at your phone and seeing how late it is, you decide to call it a night. You manage to pick up the mess and turn the t.v off before dropping everything off in your kitchen. After cleaning up, you head into your bathroom to do your nightly routine and then go hit the sack.
Your room is dark when you walk in and you feel along your wall for your light switch, but you stop when you see a faint gleam at your window. You freeze up, a cold chill traveling down your spine when the shine moves a bit. There’s just enough moonlight to shine down on whatever is on your fire escape, but not enough to fully illuminate.
You see whatever it is move again and then you hear light tapping against the glass. Your breath catches in your throat, flicking on the light and seeing Raph crouched on your fire escape, an unreadable expression on his face.
You nearly run over to open your window but you compose yourself, clearing your throat before slowly heading over. You can’t take your eyes off him, not with the way his amber gaze practically burns holes into your skull. The click of the latch unlocking seems to echo through your room, adding to the irregular rapid heartbeat inside your chest. You step back as Raph pushes the window and climbs inside.
The silence is deafening, your chest heaving in on itself as you fight so desperately not to break down and cry when you take in his state.
He's tired, so so so tired and you see it in his eyes and posture.
For everything that you've been through; the tears, the laughs, the fights, the memories...
It all comes flooding back to you in this moment and you know that you can't stay angry at him any longer.
"You're an idiot." You whisper.
He nods, fingers flexing against his palms.
"I know."
And for that answer a sob bubbles through your lips, tears stream down your eyes and you finally allow yourself to fall apart and bring him into your arms.
Raph wastes no time in reciprocating, holding you a bit too tight against his plastron but you don't care. Your arms scramble to find the best position to hug him but eventually they settle around his neck, your face burying itself in the same spot as you loudly cry.
His hand moves up and down your back in soothing motions while the other clasps around the back of your head. He's missed you so god damn much, every second without you felt like pure torture and the longer he went without you the more he realized how utterly stupid he was for not trusting you with his secret.
You were-- are, the love of his fucking life and he can't throw it away just like that.
"M'so fucking sorry, sweetheart."
His voice, deep and raspy, rattles your bones. You feel it against your skull and the vibrations make you shiver because it's been months since you last heard him talk.
"I'm sorry for pushing you." You sob, "I didn't want to trap you, I just--"
He shushes you gently, pulling back to tenderly cup his hands around your face. His eyes, usually so strong, now carry so much in them as he gazes upon you.
"I should'a trusted you. I was scared and I know that's no excuse but. Fuck, sweetheart m'so sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it..." Both his thumbs wipe away the fresh tears from beneath your eyes and you swear you can see faint traces of his own eyes shining but you don't say anything.
"Can I kiss you?" He murmurs quietly, allowing himself to look at your mouth for a second before coming back to your watery eyes.
You laugh, nodding enthusiastically before another whimper sounds through.
"Yeah," You whisper, sniffling and letting more tears drip down.
"Yeah?" He repeats, smiling faintly.
And then he's leaning down to press his mouth to yours, soft at first but then he's pushing deeper, hands holding onto you tight to keep you steady. Your lips move steadily against each other, refamiliarizing yourselves with the taste and feel of the kiss you've longed for.
Before you know it he's picking you up and securing his hands beneath your thighs, taking you to your bed to lay you down and crawl over. He breaks the kiss to pepper smaller ones across your cheeks, enticing soft laughter from you and it makes his heart thud heavily in his chest.
"I love you so much, sweetheart..." He whispers against your mouth.
"I love you too, Raph."
He smiles and kisses you again, no rush whatsoever in his movements but you feel the way his hands start to touch up and down your body.
"We still gotta talk about things." You mumble, despite the fact that your hands also start to roam over his shell.
He grumbles and shifts to your neck, kisses featherlight and breath fanning over your already warm skin.
"We will. Got time to make up for first though..."
You can't argue, instead letting him show you just how much he's missed you.
A/N: I usually opt to post most of my smut directly on AO3. But I wrote this on a whim and it was inspired by posts from @katanablue (here) and @theyhavetakenovermylife (here). I highly encourage you to check them out for context for this fic!
Enjoy, heathens! 🥵
CWs: Explicit sexual content, established relationship, filming of amateur porn, anal fingering & rimming, anal sex, size difference/stretching, size kink, dirty talk, mild degradation, rough sex, technically turtle anatomy, squirting, multiple orgasms, and overstimulation.
You lie on your stomach across the soft sheets of your shared bed, heart racing as the camera light blinks red on the tripod at the foot of the mattress. The angle is perfect: low and close, capturing every explicit detail without showing your faces.
Raph’s large shadow falls over you, his hands sliding up the backs of your thighs, spreading you open for the lens and for him. “Been waitin’ for this, baby,” he growls, voice low and thick with that accent that always makes you wet. “All those comments beggin’ to see if your tight little human ass can take my fat cock. You ready to show ‘em?”
You nod, biting your lip, already aching. “Yes, I want it. Want you to stretch me.”
He chuckles darkly and drops to his knees behind you. His breath ghosts over your exposed pussy and ass before his long tongue drags slowly from your dripping slit up to your puckered hole. Sloppy, wet sounds fill the room as he eats your ass like he’s starving, shoving his tongue inside you as deep as it can go. Saliva drips down your thighs in messy rivulets.
You moan loudly, pushing back against his face. “Your tongue is so big … feels like you’re already fucking me,” you gasp.
He pulls back just enough to speak. “Gotta get this pretty hole sloppy and open for me. Gonna wreck this ass so they can see how much you love takin’ mutant dick.” He spits directly on your hole, then uses his thumb to smear it in circles while his other hand spreads your cheeks wide for the lens.
He shoves one finger inside, crooking it against your front wall while his tongue laps around the rim. Then he adds another. The stretch stings at first, then blooms into a deep, gnawing need as he scissors you open, spreading you wider, the knuckles bumping against your ring with every push. The wet noises make your clit throb.
“Fuck, listen to that,” he growls, pulling his fingers free. He spits again, this time aiming for the center of your hole, watching it slide down into your crack. “That’s the sound of a needy little ass beggin’ for cock.”
After several minutes of his relentless rimming and fingering, you’re trembling, pushing back desperately. Raph slicks his big cock with lube, the thick head nudging against your entrance. “Breathe, babe. Relax for me. You’re gonna look so good stuffed full.”
You moan as he starts to push in, the initial resistance making you gasp. Then the head pops in, the sensation like being split open from the inside out. “Oh god, you’re so fucking big!” The burn is blinding for a moment, then melts into a deep, impossible fullness as he sinks deeper inch by inch.
He groans, hands gripping your hips. “Almost there,” he grunts, and then his hips are flush against your ass.
You feel him bottom out. A deep churr vibrates through his chest. The camera catches every detail: the obscene stretch of your rim hugging his shaft, the coat of lube and spit smeared around it. He holds there for a long moment, letting you feel every throbbing inch.
“Look at that greedy ass,” he snarls, reaching around to grab your chin and force your gaze toward the monitor on the dresser. On the screen, you see yourself: your hole stretched wide around him, a tiny pearl of lube leaking out around the seal. “Fuckin’ swallowin’ me whole.”
He starts slow, long strokes that make you whimper and moan, pulling out until only the head remains, then sliding back in with a deliberate, grinding push. “So tight … squeezin’ my cock like you don’t wanna let go. You love this, don’t ya? Love gettin’ your ass pounded.”
“Yes—harder, please,” you beg, pushing back.
He picks up the pace, the smack of his hips against your ass turning sharp and punishing. The headboard slams against the wall in rhythm. Your eyes roll back as he hits a spot so deep you feel it in your throat. You come hard the first time just from the fullness, a sudden, clenching orgasm that makes you scream into the pillow. Your pussy gushes, squirting messily onto the sheets.
He doesn’t stop.
Raph flips you onto your side without pulling out, the sensation making you cry out. He lifts one leg high, hooking your knee over his elbow, so the camera gets a perfect side view of his cock sliding in and out of your stretched hole. You watch on the monitor as your rim clings to him on every withdrawal.
“Look at that,” he pants. He spits down onto where you’re connected, the saliva landing on your rim and immediately getting driven inside on his next thrust. “Fuckin’ ruined for anyone else.”
Then he puts you on your back, shoving your knees up toward your ears in a mating press. Your legs shake as he drives in even deeper, the new angle making him grind against your front wall with every stroke. You can feel him bulging inside you, see the faint movement in your lower belly if you look down. You claw at his plastron, nails scraping over the ridges, screaming and moaning as he pounds you into the mattress.
“Gonna fill this ass up,” he snarls, thrusts growing erratic. “You ready for my load?”
You nod enthusiastically. “Please, come inside my ass!”
His hips stutter.
There’s a flood of warmth deep inside you, then another pulse, and another. He roars, his whole body going rigid, and you feel him empty himself in thick ropes that seem to go on forever. You squirt again as he slams home one final time, the pressure of his cock and his release triggering another messy orgasm that leaves you boneless. Moans fall from your lips, with incoherent fragments about how big he is, how full you feel.
He stays buried for a moment, both of you panting, his softening cock still twitching with aftershocks inside you. Then he pulls out slowly, the sensation of his shaft dragging over your overstimulated walls making you whimper. When the head pops free, you feel a gush of warm liquid follow—his cum, mixed with lube and your own slick, spilling out and pooling onto the sheets beneath you.
You feel his fingers spread your cheeks wide for the camera, the air hitting your gaped, twitching hole. On the monitor you see it: your rim, loose and puffy. A thick white drop of his seed oozes out. Your hole clenches reflexively, pushing out another small glob.
“Perfect,” he mutters, voice satisfied.
Raph reaches over and turns the camera off.
He collapses beside you with a tired, cocky grin, pulling you against his broad chest. “Damn, that was hot. Bet it breaks records.” He pauses, then chuckles. “Y’know … if the fans keep beggin’ for more, maybe we’ll invite Leo or Donnie next time. Bet they’d be down. What d’ya think—double the mutant dick for double the views?”
You burst out laughing, swatting his arm even as heat floods your cheeks at the filthy thought. “You’re terrible.”
He smirks and kisses your forehead. “You love it.”
Not to be a furry but why hasn’t anyone written a fic about Monsters University where reader was one of the camp security that got scared by Sulley and have thought about him ever since and then one night years later they hear their daughter screaming and catch Sulley in her room scaring her—
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