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Hello Rottmnt Lovers (Mainly Meatsweats lovers) do I have a treat for you! I am writing my very first public fanfiction!! It’s an enemies to friends to lovers Meatsweats x reader! Link is below, I hope to make a few other fanfictions later so check me out!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[turtlecleric]

Thinking about how absolutely huge rise Raph would get when he's older, and that it might be unsafe and/or impossible for him to actually fuck you, so he ends up finding a magical item in the Hidden City that's basically a flesh light that connects to you via a sort of portal magic and automatically adjusts his size (to match with you, like, proportionately, so that you can take it safely) but otherwise changes nothing.

Anyone else thinking totally normal thoughts tonight haha

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Night Pains and Lipstick Stains

Bianca belongs to @studiophantasia

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The deep, uneven snoring was what Valarie would’ve claimed woke her, if not for the fact that the bed was missing one warm body. She blinked blearily into the dark, her mind foggy with exhaustion, before pushing herself upright on trembling arms. The sheets on Bianca’s side were cool. That realization made her stomach sink.

She rubbed her face and dragged herself out of bed, careful not to disturb the dead weight of their boyfriend, Meatsweats, still sprawled across his half of the mattress. His snores rattled the headboard, a steady, oblivious rhythm. Valarie craned her head toward the door, a soft sound catching her ear—muffled, broken sobs from the living room.

The worry in her chest cracked fully open. Stumbling faster than her sleepy legs could carry, Val nearly tripped on the hallway rug as she hurried out. Relief came sharply when she spotted Bianca curled on the couch, though it was quickly replaced by a deep, aching sadness.

“My love,” Val rasped, her voice dry and scratchy. The sound startled Bianca, who jumped and swiped clumsily at her damp cheeks.

“Val…” Bianca’s usual honeyed tone splintered into a choked sob.

“Shh, shh,” Val whispered, lowering herself onto the couch beside her. She cupped Bianca’s face and thumbed at the tears, ever so careful of the swell of her pregnant belly pressing forward. “It’s all right, baby. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You can’t help,” Bianca wailed, her breath hitching between complaints. “Everything hurts, Val. My back’s on fire, my legs are jelly, and this baby won’t let me sleep. Not to mention my wings ache so bad I could scream!”

Val’s chest squeezed at the sight of her trembling partner. “Oh, mi vida.” She pressed her forehead softly against Bianca’s temple, kissed her hair, and let her hand trail gently over her cheek. “Let me try, at least.”

With a sluggish shuffle, Val repositioned herself behind Bianca, sliding her arms around to knead at her sore back and shoulders, working carefully over the tender joints of her wings. Bianca let out a thin, whimpering sigh that cracked into a sob.

“That’s it,” Val murmured, her lips brushing Bianca’s neck as she pressed soft, lingering kisses there. “How’s that feel, love? Shall I move on to soothing our baby, too?”

Bianca gave a pitiful little groan that almost sounded like a plea. “Please… please help.”

Shifting back around to face her, Val settled both hands carefully on Bianca’s stomach. She tapped and rubbed slow, gentle circles, whispering lullabies into the stillness of the room. Gradually, the tension drained out of Bianca’s shoulders, her sobs thinning into weary sniffles.

“There, you see?” Val said softly, planting one last kiss on the curve of Bianca’s belly. She pushed herself upright with effort, fighting her own exhaustion. “Come, my love. Let’s get you and our little stowaway back to bed.”

Bianca gave a halfhearted nod, then suddenly broke into a wet snort of laughter. She clapped a hand over her mouth, hiccupping out, “Oh no, that’s not good.”

Val froze. “What? What’s wrong, love?”

“Your lipstick!” Bianca wheezed, shaking with tired giggles. “You never took it off…it’s all smeared everywhere. Meatsweats is going to kill us when he wakes up and sees it all over the pillows.”

Val glanced down, squinting at her reflection in the darkened window. Sure enough, her lips were a smudged mess. She huffed a laugh despite herself. “Well then… we’d better get back in bed fast, so we can pretend to be asleep while he gets mad.”

Bianca squealed weakly as Val scooped her up, carrying her bridal-style down the hall. They tumbled back into the warmth of their shared bed, careful not to wake Meatsweats, though his snores hadn’t faltered once.

The mattress dipped under their weight. Meatsweats gave a low grumble in his sleep, one arm flopping out blindly until it landed across both girls. With surprising strength for a man so unconscious, he tugged them closer into the circle of his chest.

Bianca gave a little squeak but melted instantly into the warmth. Val’s laugh was muffled against his shoulder as she whispered, “See? He doesn’t even need to wake up to scold us; he’s already got us trapped.”

Bianca’s sleepy giggle drifted up, and she nuzzled into Val’s neck. “Guess we’re doomed, huh?”

“Completely doomed,” Val whispered back, closing her eyes as the weight of exhaustion finally claimed her.

Meatsweats snored on, blissfully unaware, as his two loves curled against him and drifted into the safety of sleep.

[forgetful-nerd]

I'm to lazy to change this any further.

[mimismtcollection]

Am I alive??? The answer may surprise you 🫵🫵

Anyways sorry for dropping off the face of the earth guys…I am in fact still writing Condescending Cannibal expect an update soon

But please be on the look out for a new magical story happening soon on my page here soon or maybe you will be caught in my web of updates and new fics coming soon…hope you can guess what they are ;)

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Drunk Text/Raphael Pt. 1

Summary: You, the boys, Casey, and April all have a cocktail night together that ends in you sending a VERY brave text. April x Y/N if you squint.

Warnings: Sexual themes, alcohol

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You weren't really sure who found the video, but you and April had decided to have a cocktail night with the boys after falling down a tiktok rabbit hole. You knew they had had beer before, they were all twenty one and Casey often brought down six packs for game nights. You doubted anyone had ever brought hard liquor or even canned cocktails to them before, and April and you had decided they had some they had to try.

"Vodka cran?" April picked up a bottle of vodka from the liquor store shelf.

"Hm... nah, let's do a martini. Vodka cran is too boring for a cocktail night." You shifted the now heavy basket you held on your hip and looked through the bottles. "Okay so vodka for a martini, whiskey for whiskey sour, tequila for a margarita, red wine for sangria, and..."

You squeaked in surprise as April dropped another bottle into your basket and you struggled to maintain your grip.

"And rum for a piña colada!" She grinned.

You laughed, nodding. "That ought to get us all buzzed, and then the boys finally get to try something other than Bud Lite."

"Buzzed? Girl we are getting trashed. It's a good thing we can walk home." April looked through her basket, making one last check through all of her juices and mixers to make sure she had everything. "Let's call Casey to meet us so he can help us carry all this down."

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"I can't believe you got this much shit." Casey shook his head, watching you and April in the kitchen mixing up drinks.

You laughed as you poured out a sweet smelling drink from the shaker into a solo cup. "What is it, Casey? Feeling like a light weight tonight?"

"You're making each of us like five drinks!"

Mikey grinned, flexing his bicep. "Bet we won't even get lit since we're so BIG."

"That's definitely a possibility." You handed off the first drinks to April and Casey.

"I guess it'll be shots next, then."

Raph's gravelly voice made your stomach do a little flip. You hoped your face didn't give anything away as you smiled and handed him his cup. "Shots, huh? You guys are going to have to carry me back home."

April leaned in close so the boys didn't hear, "Raph wouldn't mind."

You smacked her as she giggled, face flushing. You had had a crush on Raphael since you met him. He was the largest of the turtles, all muscle. He had the most gorgeous, piercing eyes - and his voice had you feeling all sorts of ways with his gravelly tone and slight accent. He was funny and hot headed and endearingly gentle. April knew about your crush, and she always called you out on your subtle efforts to get his attention. Red thongs you tried to let just slightly ride up above your jeans, red bras with off the shoulder tops, red lipstick you reapplied until the moment you ended up at the lair, his music playing in your earbuds loud enough to hear without them... you were just too shy to actually say anything. You knew Master Splinter was aware, Leo and Donnie too, Mikey - well, let's be real he probably had no clue. Raph just never seemed to notice any of it, or maybe he didn't care.

You always fantasized about ways you could be brave and get his attention. Pickup lines, propositions... all ideas that never left your mind. However, as you sat beside him on the couch, your fifth drink beginning to warm your chest and loosen your tongue, those ideas began runningrampant.

Rachael crushed his cup in his hand, tossing it to the table. "I don't feel nothin."

Leo rolled his eyes, grabbing the crumpled cup and dropping it in the trash as he walked by. "Well I do, and I think it's a good time for me to stop. Thank you, April and Y/N."

You smiled. "You're welcome, Leo. Anytime."

"Yeah, I think I'm tapping out too. Will you two be okay getting home tonight?" Donnie stood up from the couch, "Casey is probably going to have to stay here. He can sleep in Mikey's room." He kicked Casey's foot. He was slumped over on the arm of the couch, asleep. Mikey was leaning on his shoulder, snoring.

April giggled, snapping a picture. "Yeah, we'll be all good."

"You sure? I can walk you," Raph offered.

Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, "You could probably carry me just to be on the safe side."

Raph raised an eyebrow and Donnie, Leo, and April shared an amused look. Heat flooded your cheeks. You stood up quickly, wobbling a bit. "I'm kidding, I can hold my booze just fine. Didn't you mention shots earlier?"

You hurried to the kitchen before anyone could answer, bringing back a bottle of who knows what and plopping right back down on the couch between Raph and April. You handed April the bottle, heart still beating fast and face still feeling hot. April hesitated, but then shrugged and pulled out the cork, taking several large swallows. You did the same, wincing as the liquor burned your throat. You handed it off the Raph next, who took probably three times as much as either of you, finishing off the bottle.

You stayed for a bit longer, watching TV you were too far gone to pay attention to before eventually deciding it was time to head out. After your embarrassing statement earlier you declined Raph's request to walk you home, and so you and April stumbled back home arm in arm. As you got into your apartment building, stifling giggles so as not to disturb the other tenants. All of your giggled erupted one you got inside, both of you flopping down on your couch.

"I cannot believe you asked Raph to carry you," April wheezed.

"OH God," You covered your face. "It was a Freudian slip! I just want him to pick me up so bad," You whined. "Can you blame me? I mean April he's massive, he could pick me up no problem and just fuck me against the wall!"

April cackled at your boldness. "I bet he could. You should let him."

"Oh please. I wish. I'd let him do whatever he wants to me."

"He would."

"He would not." You rolled your eyes, standing up and beginning to undress. You grabbed your pajama shirt from the back of the couch where you'd thrown it earlier motioning to your body. You had on a lacy red bra and thong set. "I wash this shit constantly because I wear it so often trying to get his attention. I even try to pull the straps up and give myself a wedgy so they're visible. There's no way he doesn't ever see it!"

April scoffed. "Y/N he's a BOY. He doesn't get your little hints. He just stares at your ass like a normal guy,"

"I wish," you groaned. "He could have my ass. I'd make it fit I don't even care."

You started to put on the shirt, but April suddenly lunged at you, grabbing your arms. "Wait! Take it back off." She bit her lip mischievously, "Give me your phone."

Now, sober Y/N would know better. Sober Y/N would have said no - but drunk Y/N, whether it be willful ignorance or a genuine lack of comprehension at the moment, drunk Y/N gave it to her.

April gleefully took your phone, then your hand, and yanked you into your room. She posed you, kneeling on the bed and arching your back. She pushed down one of your bra straps and had you reach back and spread your ass cheeks.

"April this is so uncomfortable I feel like I'm going to lose my balance!" You whined.

"Shh! Look back at me over your shoulder." You heard your phone camera snap, "It doesn't matter you look hot as fuck."

As soon as you heard the shutter you crumpled down face first on the bed. The alcohol all came crashing down on you and you suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion. You were so sleepy you didn't even notice that April had flopped in your bed beside you, still staring at your phone and smiling. She shook you awake, shoving your phone in your face. You squinted at the bright screen.

You did look hot. The lighting was dim but the flash made for a sexy low lit vibe. You could just barely see your pussy through the sheer thong with you spread out the way you were, and somehow your drunken stare over your shoulder looked seductive with your half lidded eyes. Your bra was falling off of your shoulder and your back was arched very nicely.

"Damn," You mumbled.

"Uh huh," April leaned on your shoulder, "Send it to him."

"Huh?"

"Raph. Send it to him."

At first you felt chills at the idea of sending a picture like that to Raphael, but then you felt a wave of confidence. You shifted onto your elbows and took your phone. You hit send, and typed out a message.

'Come get me, Red❤️.'

April squealed, hugging you. "You are so getting dick."

You laughed, tossing your phone onto your bedside table and laying back down. You let sleep over take you, your face red but feeling proud. You definitely wouldn't regret that.

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When you woke up the first thing you noticed was your throbbing headache. The second thing was that you were still in your matching red set. The third was April fully clothed beside you. At first you just stared down at yourself and then at her in confusion - I mean, there's worse people to have drunkenly hooked up with. It wasn't until you reached for your phone that it all came crashing down on you and you remembered what had really happened.

You leapt out of bed, fumbling for your phone and shaking as you opened your text thread with Raph.

There it was, your racy picture (admittedly still very sexy but now wasn't the time) and your scandalous text. Right below it, the notification that drained the color from your face.

Read.

[mimismtcollection]

👀

[faith-forgxtten-land]

Sloppy | Raphael

okay so this wasn’t a request but i’ve been MIA for a while and i haven’t really had the opportunity to write much over the past few months so this is really just writing practice (forgive me if it's subpar, i'm rusty)

also, if you've requested something, i promise that i'm working on it so please be patient!

made with bayverse in mind!!

warnings: NSFW, first thing i’ve properly written in months so be kind people, swearing, afab reader — mentions of pussy etc., oral sex (f!receiving), raph is a little feral and mean i feel… everyone is 18+!!, not proofread so lemme know if you notice any glaring errors

summary: raph eats your pussy; he’s greedy and sloppy (it’s perfect)

word count: 651 (short and not sweet)

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raph eats pussy like a man possessed. he’s sloppy and loud about it, spit and slick all over his face as he spreads your legs as wide as possible and then even wider. your hips ache from the stretch, and you can already tell you’ll be sore tomorrow, but all you can do is whine and moan, hands covering your heated face in a futile effort to silence yourself.

you can’t even grind down against him like this because the bastard has one arm casually slung over your stomach, his huge palm pressing down just so, enough to make you whimper. you can feel him grinning meanly against your thigh with each failed arch of your spine, nipping your flesh in cruel, teasing bites that are sure to leave purple marks, before he continues to lap at your cunt like he hasn’t eaten in a week.

“raph,” you wheeze desperately, whimpers getting stuck in your throat as he practically growls against you. the sound is dark and agonised, and you can’t help but gasp as he pushes a thick digit inside you. “raph, raph, raph—”

he tongues your clit and crooks his finger, and you can no longer breathe, hands now clenched into bedsheets and thighs shaking with every sloppy touch. “that’s it,” he rumbles, the vibrations only making you tremble more. “that’s it, give it to me.”

your moans fill the room in perfect harmony with the filthy squelch of your pussy as raph fucks you with his calloused finger. it’s already too much, but you think you might pass out when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks like he’s trying to reap your soul. “oh my god—”

you’re whining so loud, choked, and so, so needy, but you can’t find it within you to feel shame even as a distant part of your brain acknowledges that you won’t be able to look his brothers in the eye for a good week after this.

white eclipses your vision when you come, falling headfirst over that precipice that you’ve been teetering on for god knows how long. you fall silent when you do, mouth parted and back finally arching as raph lets your body take exactly what it needs; he lets you grind your hips down, mouth still fixed over your clit as your thighs clamp down around his skull.

he’s mumbling something dirty and full of sacrilege when you finish, his words a wicked churr that tips you into oversensitivity, and you whine weakly when he keeps moving his finger inside you, letting it drag against your slick walls with a slightly sadistic delight.

he chuckles when you slap his forearm weakly, but he acquiesces and slowly pulls back, groaning to himself when he sees just how soaked his hand is. “such a good girl,” he murmurs, looking right at you when he tastes you on his finger. he groans again at the flavour as if he hasn’t been buried in your pussy for the best part of the last hour.

“you’re terrible,” you tell him, voice wrecked, when he finally releases his finger from his mouth.

his smirk is shameless and greedy. “oh, i know.” his warm palms rest against your wet thighs, parting them again with ease. your hipbones twinge, and you gasp as he drags you closer to him, nestling between your legs like he belongs there (he does). “and we’re nowhere near done.”

his eyes are dark and leering, gluttonous and greedy, never full of you but always full of sin, and you swallow thickly as his lips twist into a ravenous snarl, nostrils flaring as you somehow grow even wetter, slick trickling down your already soaked thigh at the unadulterated lechery above you.

by the time you're done, several hours and several orgasms later, you know you won’t be able to look his brothers in the eye for at least a month.

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Help a friend in need and give us the good piggy man's kinks~~ (if you've done so already, a link will suffice)

~ Flattery will get you everywhere with Rupert. The more praise you give him, the better.

~ Has a thing for chasing you down. There’s nothing better than the thrill of the hunt. He brings a whole new meaning to ‘catch and release.’

~ Biting kink, and with those fangs, he’s going to leave quite interesting marks.

~ Has a taste for blood. It might just be a pig thing, but you’re never quite sure with Rupert. Even the smell of blood can make him quite ravenous. Beware of any paper cuts.

~ When you got tentacles instead of hands, you learn to make do.

[d4nniscorner]

Finished product for my pookie, @c0metstarzalt and Rupert's biggest fan :]

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Could we get a 2003 Raph x reader where reader is super sweet and easygoing, like to total opposite of Raph…and the others are so confused/shocked?

Opposites Attracts (Fluff)

2003!Raphael x reader

A/N: Yes you can. It’s a little on the shorter side, but I hope you’ll still enjoy it❤️

Warning: None❤️

When you and Raph first made your relationship public, the others were - at a lack of better words - shocked. The two of you could not be more different, with absolute opposite reactions to the world around you. So when you and Raph one day came down to the lair, hand in hand, on your way to tell Splinter that the two of you had in fact been together for a couple of months, you could see how the world that the turtles knew, changed in front of their eyes.

Raph had a tendency to get annoyed rather quickly, finding it much easier to lash out at others, instead of having to face his strong emotions head on. He could get rather negative, focusing his attention on smaller things that annoyed him, letting them blow up with ease as he complained about them. It could be anything from the weather to Leo’s leadership, and he could go on for hours, tiring out anybody that was there to listen. How and why you would want to be with someone so different from you, left many confused.

It has been mentioned quite a few times at this point, but you were the exact opposite of Raph. You were like day and night, with Raph being night and you most definitely being the day. You were like a walking ray of sunlight, brightening up the whole world around you. You were probably the most easy going person the turtles and their friends had ever met, even giving Mikey a run for his money. While Raph would get furious, and lash out at the world around him whenever he got annoyed or mad, you rarely got mad. Sound you ever get close to anger, you were amazingly good at verbalising your feelings, starting a calm conversation. You rarely complained, and lived with an understanding that the world wasn’t perfect, and that we can’t always get everything exactly the way we want it. Yet you always lend an ear to anyone that needed to get something off their heart, especially Raph. April and Donnie speculated that that was how you and Raph’s relationship first came about. Leo and Splinter believed it was nature balancing itself, while Mikey and Casey believed that either you or Raph had been charmed by something.

But no matter how shocking you and Raph’s relationship might have been for the others, there was no doubt that it was actually a well functioning relationship at that. You were a calming factor in Raph’s life, providing with a space and a kind of understanding he had been looking for all his life. After Leo and Raph had had a particularly intense verbal altercation, Raph did something he had never done before. Normally he would yell, call Leo names, and maybe even try to land a punch at him or a wall. But instead Raph just left for his, clearly still fuming as he mumbled all sorts of things to himself. When Leo then passed Raph’s room 30 minutes later to apologize and talk about what had happened, Leo found Raph laying in his hammock, the phone to where his ear would have been, talking calmly to you, telling you what had happened. Leo was even surprised to hear Raph admit that he might have overreacted. Hearing that, realizing that you might be what Raph needed the most at that moment, Leo left, letting you and Raph have you conversation in private peace.

Later that day you arrived in the lair, before spending the night with Raph. You didn’t do much other than talk. Talk about Raph’s feelings regarding what had happened between him and Leo that day. It was something you had been practicing with Raph for some time now. Putting words on his feelings or helping him do so, while learning to take certain things less seriously and letting what isn’t helping him emotionally.

The next morning, many were surprised when Raph pulled Leo to the side, in order to give him an apology, along with an explanation. There was no doubt anymore - you and Raph may be very different, but you were good for each other - especially you for Raph. Who knew, maybe Raph helped bring out parts of you that you had buried deep within you. Only time would tell, and many were excited to see where this would lead you and Raph.

[afreakingdork]

Writing Request: Reader X Feral Raph 🐻

Hey, hey! We got @ozoneapple on the line requesting a hot off the presses feral Raph x reader! Things are about to heat up so spread the word!

From now until the poll closes, if you can prove to me that you voted Hassan/Mikey in this poll then I will do any short story writing request like the one below or draw you any doodle of your choosing!

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Minors DNI, we got 🍋 below:

You gasped.

There was a wet plop.

You wheezed.

The next was more of a plap.

You gagged.

The churning was stirring a pot of viscous fluids.

The metronome was a metered one that relentlessly ticked on your demise.

How did you get here?

You knew but with each thrust it was getting hazier.

You dug into the soft soil beneath you and saw the treads of your other attempts to dig yourself out.

It packed as deep in your nails as the cock in your cunt.

No number of scrubbings would be enough to clear it away.

You'd be stained from the work that was being done over your body.

Your chin in the mud.

Your breasts flattened under the weight of your body.

The giant hands fisting your thighs.

You were held a cock height so he could rut right down into your comparatively tiny pussy.

Raph was lost.

It seemed like only an hour ago, you were together.

Present.

You had convinced him out to a costume party.

He had reservations about his size and the crowd, but you convinced him you wouldn't leave his side. You had heard stories of what he was like when he was perceived to be abandoned, but that wasn't your Raphie. Raphael was as sweet as could be. His sharp looks were all a show and he was really a teddy bear that had suffered a mix-up in materials. He was downy soft despite being packed with dense muscles and he gave hugs like no other.

You got him and you matching kigurumi's so he would be at his utmost comfortable. Since most costumes didn't equate for his size, the bulk of the oversized kigu was perfect. He was one shade of bear and you were the other. Together you were the picture of adorable and took a ton of pictures before going on. You arrived at the party in full swing and pulled him through the apartment.

There were drinks.

There was dancing.

Raph bumped a few people, but they seemingly cheered at his existence. His anxiety never quite broke, but you could tell he was enjoying himself for what it was. He could be out at place where there was barely a few inches between him and another person and he wasn't a threat.

He was your big teddy bear and you adored that you were able to make this happen.

You watched him blush as someone flexed in front of him for a compliment of his muscles.

Your arm was grabbed and you were spun around.

"Well aren't you beary cute?" A sickly smelling man poured over you.

"Sorry." You clipped and pushed him. "Not interested.

"Did I ask?" He tugged you harder and you felt it as a warning. "Or are you showing how wild you are? Wild animal and all..."

"Let. Go." You sent him one last glare before you sicked your giant boyfriend on him.

"I do like them fierce..." He leaned in with his tongue leading.

Your body was in motion on complete muscle memory.

The perks of dating a ninja: self-defense training was his love language.

Your other hand came around and caught his wrist. The man's guard dropped as it brought you a little closer and you used that to your advantage. You twisted his arm around which propelled him forward. He bent at the waist, ducking straight into the throng of people, and your knee came up, straight into his face.

He let go as he dropped to the floor and you made a run for it.

The maneuver sent you away from Raph, but he was easy to spot. You just needed some distance for safety's sake and curved toward the wall to turn.

"You're that bear...!" Another man seemed to appear in parting people. "Where's Javier...?"

Still charging, you recognized the pattern you had been taught.

These men were a group.

They preyed on unsuspecting people at parties.

You dropped and slid to disappear amongst legs.

You heard the man call out to this 'Javier' and the telltale voice of the man that had grabbed you respond.

You also heard Raph.

He called out your name.

You had to get back to him.

You bet he hadn't moved and crawled on your hands and knees amongst the party muck.

It was fine; hands could be washed.

You would rather be safe.

"There's my teddy!" A new voice dribbled poison and you were scooped up around the waist.

Three men.

How many more were there?

There was no time to consider as you went to stomp on his foot.

He wore a hefty boot and hoisted you off the ground.

No momentum for a crotch shot.

No hope in swinging your head back to headbutt him.

You threw your legs out and kicked others who's attention were caught.

Someone yelled for him to stop.

Your heard Raph again.

You wriggled upward and saw a glimpse of him.

His expression turned dark and he moved to barrel forward.

"Mama bears on the move!"

"Don't worry." The most malicious voice behind you was assured.

"Raph!!! Stop!!!" You screamed as loud as you could.

You were squeezed so tightly your vision temporarily whited out.

You heard a crash.

One only a giant snapper body could make.

You were in motion.

Three pairs of footsteps.

You wheezed on oxygen and fawned to get your bearings.

You exited the party.

A left.

Stairwell down.

All seven flights.

People yelling.

Outside.

The street air.

A left.

Two blocks and an alley that led to a lot.

You were dropped straight to the ground as they seemed to think you were unconscious and they talked.

"Why'd you take them!?"

"Shut up!"

"Did you see that guy!? He was like Godzilla!"

"Shut up!!"

"We don't kidnap people!!!"

"What did I say!?" There was an obvious power struggle.

"He's coming. He's for sure coming... He's going to kill us. He totally has atomic breath!"

"That's movies, man!"

"I say we ditch the bear!"

"Yeah, move on!"

"Broke my nose!! Do you see me!? What happened to my beautiful face?!"

"Vain much?"

"You weren't much to look at!"

"Fuck you!"

There was another toppling, this one in wet grass, and you chanced lifting your head. You caught the tail end of one of the men, the second one from what you could tell, curse the other two and ran. His cohorts were busy beating each other up in an even match.

You slinked forward a bit on your belly to test movement. The men didn't seem to notice and you debated fast or slow. There was advantages to both. Slow gave you stealth and their distraction meant you could creep away. You were in public now and had the best chance of flagging a helpful stranger.

Fast was instinct. You ran with as much as you could to put as much distance as you could. You had seen how much speed the three had garnered on the way out and weren't sure if you could match it. There were still two of them and they seemed to have a good idea of the area. That meant if you went one way, the man chasing you could cut you off by leading you to the other.

That meant you went slow and you crawled along.

"Stay down!"

You stopped dead and waited.

A hand caught your foot. "Now! You!"

You felt yourself dragged back all the progress you made.

You also steeled your core.

You just needed to twist and kick at the right moment.

You counted down.

"We-!"

There was a comical washboard bang and your leg dropped back down to the ground.

"-DON'T KIDNAP PEOPLE!!!"

You looked as sly as you could to see the third and man you pegged as the worst holding a piece of sheet metal.

He tossed it aside and glared at you.

You kept your head down, but didn't look away.

"Do me a favor and report him to the police. You got him. I had nothing to do with it." He raised his hands of the matter.

No, he only was the one that grabbed and carried you all the way here.

He waved and stumbled off as he was clearly concussed.

No sans all, but one, you sat up and saw the first man in a heap. In a slow heft, you got up and located some on rope. You tied the mans arms and legs off just in case before you sat back and searched for your phone. Your pockets were empty and you cursed the comfort of a kigurumi. Those deep bowels the touted also made them easy for dropping objects if someone was to, say, be picked up and rushed down some stairs.

Resisting rubbing your face as it would only spread the mud you were caked in, you tried to recall the steps. Your adrenaline was wearing off and with it it was taking the carefully counted turns you had made. It was a right you thought, but there were three exits from the lot. Then it was two blocks back the building and reversed was a right. You just needed that alley and you studied the mud to see if you could tell from footprints. Unfortunately the scuffle meant there were a lot of them and you did your best to trace them.

There was a howl on the wind.

It was so haunting that you paused.

it tapered off and to your ears almost sounded like the word, 'alone.' There was no way a wolf would be in the city, but you guessed if there was then they'd definitely be alone. You looked up toward the moon for the sake of it and safe a gnat sized object leap from the tops of buildings.

You had never seen him from this view, but you knew what it was like to be up close and personal with those kinds of jumps.

"Raph!!!" You shouted, but didn't see him peer out. "RAPH!!!"

You waited, but still didn't see him from where he had jumped.

Your arms fell from where your hands had come up to help project your face. "Raph..."

There was a guttural puff of air behind you.

it bled lethal heat through your layers and you stiffened.

The wolf?

There was no wolf.

Even if there were, even with how big those animals were, there was no way it was at the height that just breathed on you.

You were very cautious as you turned.

The unmistakable silhouette of your boyfriend appeared.

"Raph!" You spun and launched yourself at him.

He caught you clean around the middle with one fist and held you up. "Monster."

"Monster?" You weren't held too tightly, but he had you pinned and your hood had fallen over your eyes. "Where? What?"

"Wild bear...!" He huffed and you were raised up even more.

"I'm...! Me? It's a costume! Raph, what-!?" You got enough height to glimpse him.

His eyes were gone in murky whites.

He wasn't in shambles, but he looked every bit of distressed.

He had seen you get taken.

He hadn't been able to immediately find you.

What happened then?"

"Raph..." You ushered as softly as you could. "It's me..."

"Raph doesn't know bears..."

"You know one..."

He frowned.

You weren't sure if he remembered Ghost Bear or not but he looked adorably put out by your disagreement.

"Monster!" He decided and shook you little.

It made your head spin and you lolled to recover. "D-don't... do that..."

"Smash bear... Get rid of bear..."

"Y-you're a bear too...!"

He blinked once.

You were brought closer and he sniffed you. "Look for yourself..."

"Tricks..."

"No tricks..." You tried to flick your hood out of your way but failed. "There's mud right, so there should be a puddle. I swear. Just take a look."

He openly contemplated before he held you out of the way of his vision. He then stomped over to a corner and looked forward in an exaggerated lean. He recoiled on a sharp whine.

"See...?"

"Trick!" He snarled.

"It's not!" His grip grew a little tighter. "Ah!"

"Evil!"

"It's a costume!" You choked.

He held firm.

"Mine too!"

"No!"

"Yes!" You shook your head to show how your hood flopped. "See!? Look! Test it yourself!"

"Trap!"

"No! I'm stuck!" You wriggled. "Just look!"

He echoed high pitched nerves before he fearfully reached in.

You stayed as still as he could as he could your hood.

With the barest pinch, he pulled it back and revealed your face.

"Raph..." You told him with some relief.

You were lowered to the ground and he wiped a hand over his head.

his own hood was shoved back and he looked again in the puddle.

Instead of flinching away, he stared and then looked at you. "Why?"

"It wasn't a trick. We went to a party. It... was good until it wasn't, but we're okay now."

"Raph alone...!"

Your mouth opened and closed.

You showed him your hands.

He watched on with barely subdued terror.

You had really scared him.

"I'm sorry I left you alone. I didn't mean to, but we're together now. As we should be..."

"Should...?"

"Yeah, we're together."

"The same?" He glanced at the puddle and right back.

"The same." You nodded.

He looked into the water one more time before he shyly came closer. His eyes were still pale. You waited him out until you felt safe in trying to touch him. He was hyper aware of your every move and you went as slow as could be. You eventually got your hand against his cheek and hoped he didn't mind the dirt too much.

"You're okay. I'm here. We're together."

His lids grew heavy before he slumped into you.

You stumbled a little against his full weight.

"Together..." He rumbled.

You pet his head. "Together."

"The same."

"The same." You might need to correct that last part because it seemed to exclude how much bigger than you he was.

"Same... Mates..." He continued to make that satisfied noise as he scrubbed his beak into your torso.

"Mates....!" You squeaked and his hot breath baked into the thick fabric of your kigu.

He nodded in a scrub.

He wasn't wrong, but he had never phrased it like that.

It felt feral.

It felt long term.

You had been together for awhile, but something that had the connotation for life short circuited your brain.

You were abuzz with those thoughts and didn't realized he had gotten your buttons until you felt his claws against your skin. Not wearing anything under the kigurumi seemed like a good idea when you first headed out. Parties were hot and there was a lot of fabric. It was meant to cool you down, but all it did now was scald you.

"W-woah! R-raph! Wait!"

"Mate..." He licked straight across your belly and you tittered. "Good..."

You moaned as he overpowered you and sunk deeper into your outfit. It peeled away from your torso and exposed your upper body to the air. It bit your skin for a searing contrast and you fisted what you could get of him.

He must have liked the feeling because he came up and pressed right into you for a kiss.

Muscle memory had you melting.

His tongue swept thick and all encompassing into your mouth and you submitted. Since he was crouched you allowed yourself to drape over him and kissed him deeper. His churrs vibrated straight through your spine. He shook free the last vestiges of your attack and swallowed them up. What was left was his usual steadfast support and your trust in him.

When he broke free, you looked over his favorable.

He devoured the attention and smiled.

You figured his pupils would surface then, but your world inverted.

Before you could orient yourself, what was left of your kigurumi was peeled from your hips along with your underwear. Held by one leg, your other fell from gravity and exposed your sex to the world. You squealed a fearful note as you tried to make sense before there was a sharp tear. You flinched at the sound and had almost placed it by the time a cock lined up boiling against your entrance.

He fucked you straight down into the ground and you had no hope for words.

He set an even pace.

With each pound he took your tongue lolled.

The squelch was untenable and burned into your ears.

You would hear it forever more every time you coupled with Raph in the future.

You might ask for it just like this again.

If your state of winding was any indication, despite how he was rearranging all your organs, you were pleasantly aroused.

You hated the state that got him here, but there had to be a way to safely recreate it.

You just had to ask sweetly enough.

Kind enough to make him savage.

Your tears flooded to the dirt and mixed up in a slurry.

The same that was dripping from your cunt and painting your stomach.

In, out.

In, out.

The relentless brunt of his cock and no end in sight.

the soft possessive growls that said no one would take you from him again.

They wouldn't.

At this point, no one could separate you.

You'd be a fixture on his dick and he'd wear you like a belt.

You would forever be attached at the hip in an all too physical way.

He'd never be alone again and he saw to it with what felt like an inflation of his cock.

The momentum had slowed or sped, but you delirious knew it was cum.

It was all you knew besides the word cock at this point, but you could sound neither.

You only caved as his attachment in this world before he dipped down inside you one last time and released.

His cum triggered your orgasm.

The same, you thought, as you were overfilled and overflowed.

[8pmblackcoffee]

(EDIT: Forgot to specify this is for @turtle-babe83 ‘s #tmnt trick or kink tag; Happy Halloween 🎃🎃🎃 )

Everyone say, “Thank you” to @thelaundrybitch for hyping me up to do this

And just to throw in some more goodies, I wanted to answer @/aurora-the-kunoichi’s ask what we listen to when we make things

Enjoy the mini playlist I used to slog through these; have fun figuring out which song went to which drawing (is it obvious, is it so painfully basic or is it satisfyingly fitting? yolohohoho)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ylDDs3mdJE (Portishead, “Glory Box”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3u9Wp48VpEw (Yes, I know, typical but it’s this specific combo mix; Doja Cat, “Streets”/”Freak Like Me”)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QXDnWRy6MI (Sam Smith, “Unholy”)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utAPBsSRY4U (Rihanna, “Rude Boy”)

And just to put that artist 🤝 writer solidarity… 👀 if this inspires you to write or anything… do it doitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitholyshitdoit

[faith-forgxtten-land]

You haven't written anything NSFW for TMNT so its okay if its not something you're comfortable writing but do you think you could write something for Bay Donnie? I don't really have any preferences of requests other than squirting

Soaked | Donatello

okay, fair warning, i haven't written anything explicitly nsfw for like two years so be nice; i was hesitant in posting this because i have no faith in my writing, especially nsfw, but i hope you like it! bayverse!!

warnings: NSFW, squirting? swearing, mentions of cunt etc., not much else i don't think. everyone is 18+!! awful titles, never proofread

summary: donatello likes it when you soak his sheets

word count: 1691

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The world is bathed in darkness when you finally manage to open your eyes. The lair is quiet, and your head feels heavy as you squint. A hand is trailing your torso softly despite innumerable callouses, fingers sweeping delicately along the length of your spine in some silent rhythm. Your skin is warm, the cool touch of his palms soothing the heated flesh, and you giggle quietly as you imagine puffs of mist rising from where your bodies and their contrasting temperatures meet.

“You awake?”

With a humming reply and languid grace, you raise your head and try to make out his face in the dim light. You can’t see much, just a pair of soft eyes that make you feel more embraced than the blankets piled on top of you, as his other hand cups your cheek and you melt into him. He makes you feel like that a lot; like molten gold, pliant under his assured touches, burning and boneless and so, so precious.

“You fell asleep in the middle of movie night,” he says softly, lips brushing against your forehead in a gesture so tender it makes your heart clench. He traces his mouth down the swell of your cheek, caressing the lines of your face until he reaches your jaw. His kisses are indulgent and full, and you feel gluttonous as your hands seek his plastron eagerly. Even half-asleep, you want him wholly and desperately and you feel him huff a fond laugh, smiling knowingly against your throat.

“So needy,” he teases affectionately, the hand that had been mapping your back now beginning to move further downwards until the flesh of your thigh is in his grip. He squeezes it once, twice, and parts your legs. His beak presses harder into the delicate skin of your neck, and he inhales deeply before biting sharply. The contrast of his gentle hands and the sudden sting of his teeth causes your hips to stutter, and you can’t hold back a whine.

“I can smell you.” His voice is low and you shudder at the rasp in his tone. He pulls back to look into your eyes, and you swallow thickly; his irises have disappeared into blackness, as if they’re drowning in ink with pupils blown wide, and you feel yourself grow wetter at the wild look. You still can’t make out his face, but you know he looks wrecked, and a smug satisfaction settles deep within you.

The thought that your scent alone can ruin him, make primal need overwhelm him, make him look wanton, causes your toes to curl. His large hand, so huge on your body, grasps your thigh tightly again and you gasp as he squeezes hard enough to bruise this time. “You’re soaking already,” he groans, and you buck your hips, silently begging him to pull your sleep shorts down and feel it for himself.

Despite his teasing, he must feel as desperate as you because he’s quick to do exactly that and rub his finger against your folds. He curses loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet, and you spread your legs wider. “So fucking wet,” he chokes out, rubbing your swollen clit as he pushes his first finger inside of you. You’re so warm and tight and you feel yourself flutter around him.

“Donnie,” you gasp as he curls his finger just right. It’s the first word you’ve uttered, and he groans darkly at the desperation that coats the sound. He fucks you faster, his finger stretching you, drawing the most obscene sounds, wet slaps reverberating so loudly you’re sure everyone can hear them. You’re panting and flushed, hips grinding as he pumps in and out, and you moan loudly as he slips another digit inside.

He’s back to pressing open-mouthed kisses against your throat, lapping up the sweat that trickles down. “That’s it,” he murmurs reverently, sucking purple marks into your sensitive flesh and scissoring his fingers faster and harder, forceful pumps bordering on brutal. Your name is a growl on his tongue as he hits that perfect spot over and over, and you can’t stop yourself from mewling as he presses harshly against your sensitive nub, pleasure and pain blending in a way that makes you dizzy.

His pace is unrelenting and unforgiving, and you can feel the thrumming of your pulse, a delirious concoction of sensual agony shooting through your veins as you babble senselessly. “Donnie, please, please—”

He fixes his teeth over an especially delicate part of your throat and bites so hard you see stars, chest heaving and unable catch your breath as your walls clamp around his fingers. There’s going to be an outrageous mark, dark violet bruises and blatant indents of teeth in a place you have no hope of covering up, and the thought only makes you cry louder.

You think you might pass out for a minute or two as Donnie continues to finger-fuck you through your orgasm. You’re shaking and sensitive and sore, but he doesn’t let up even as you shiver and whine. “You can take it,” he tells you simply, and you nod quickly because you can, you’ll take whatever he gives you.

It doesn’t take long for you to reach the edge again, little gasps and whimpers slipping through your lips with every pump. He’s toying with you, a teasing grin pressed against the column of your throat that turns into a low laugh as you curse him for slowing whenever your thighs begin to tremble. Just as you think he’s about to slow again, he pinches your clit harshly and you can’t stop the wail that wrenches itself from your burning lungs.

His fingers fuck you through this orgasm too, spreading your legs wider as they spasm and weakly attempt to shut without his permission. Only when you fall still does he pull out, and you whimper more at the aching emptiness. He makes sure you’re watching as he brings his fingers to his mouth and tastes them; his tongue is playful, thick and flicking, and you feel the muscles of your stomach contract.

“Tease,” you croak, and his eyes somehow darken even further at just how wrecked you sound, your voice rasping and slurred.

“You’re right,” he agrees, brushing your folds again, digits stroking your puffy slit. You gasp as he pushes two fingers back in, squirming at the satisfying and sensitive discomfort shooting along your spine. “You’ve been so good.” He’s making those perfect curling motions inside of you and your back arches, tears gathering on your lashes as that agonising pleasure sparks, lighting up your blood and forcing your eyes to roll back.

“Donnie—”

There’s a pressure building, somehow more intense than before, and your thighs quiver as his fingers continue to fuck you without faltering, even as your legs threaten to snap closed at the unbearable sensitivity when he finds your clit once more.

You’re not sure if the sounds coming out of your mouth are words and you’re pretty sure you’re drooling, tongue lolling, but whatever noises escape your parted lips have Donnie pressing that spot inside you harder and harder, churring darkly. It's a sound that clatters through you as he returns his teeth to your throat like they belong there, like your neck is meant to be a canvas for his marks. “You can do it,” he groans. "You’re always so good for me.”

His fingers curl even more, and you choke on a moan as you realise what he’s asking for, what he’s building towards with every pump. Your own hand desperately grasps his forearm, not sure if you’re begging him to stop or urging him to keep going as you pant and whine, body writhing as he tears a sob from you that rattles your bones. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” He’s tense, the muscles of his arm flexed and hard under your touch, and you can feel his sweat on your damp skin as he presses impossibly closer, almost lovingly nuzzling your neck now even as his fingers fuck you stupid.

You feel like you’re about to explode, the pressure agonising and tipping over into pain, blood boiling under your skin, and you can do nothing but cry wildly, screaming loud enough for everyone to hear, when you feel that tension inside you shatter like glass.

Donnie holds you as you convulse, shudders racking every inch of you, soft praises rushing from his lips as he presses gentle kisses along your jaw. He groans feeling your wetness gushing against him, soaking his plastron and his bedding, knowing your scent will cling to him and his bed for hours even after he showers and changes his sheets.

It's his favourite part, he thinks privately. It soothes something primal and animal within him, something he didn't even recognise until he had you writhing and coming undone under him for the first time. Making you lose control, satisfying you so good you can't help but squirt… He swallows the thought and scissors his fingers in you, watching the way you whimper with your eyes closed as he glides in and out of your pretty cunt with ease, your body always so responsive for him no matter what state you're in.

You’re certain you passed out this time, and when you come-to, Donnie still has his fingers inside of you, still pressing those feather-light kisses to your skin. You feel heavy and weightless all at once, eyelids fluttering, unsure whether to whine in relief or displeasure when his fingers retreat slowly and he brings them to his mouth again.

It takes you another minute to realise just how wet you are, your thighs glistening even in the low light, and the bed beneath you is completely drenched. You can’t muster any shame, only satisfaction coiling deep in your gut when you see just how soaked Donnie is too.

“Next time,” he breathes, voice guttural and promising, still sucking his fingers clean, “I want you on my face so I can drink every drop.”

You clench your thighs together, sore and aching and still so needy, and lick your lips. “That can be arranged.”

[tmntxxxx]

Mud Dog make-out hcs

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[theturtlelovers]

Raph is the kind of turtle who tenderly brushes your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear and kissing your temple, all while he's pistoning into you with such intensity that your cries of pleasure are unavoidable.

[raphaelsrightarm]

For bayverse turtles head cannons could you do their kinks, like top 3 or top 5 kinks please if you’re comfortable with that? Also love you and your work! 🥰🥰🥰

Long time no see haha I appreciate your patience with me for all this time but here are some of my ideas for them...

I kept most of these gender neutral but there are a few that are gendered a bit more for a female s/o

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY

Leo:

Voyeurism- consensually of course - Leo loves watching you touch yourself, plain and simple. Especially when the two of you first started being intimate. It showed him all the ways you like to be touched, showed him what feels the best to you. The further the two of you go into your relationship, it turns more into him simply loving the way pleasure looks on you. It doesn’t matter if you use your hands or a toy, he loves watching you get yourself ready for him.  

Tantric Sex - He loves intimacy, and he sees sex as a way of really feeling close to you. And yeah sometimes he needs the relief that a good fuck can give, there are nights when he just wants to feel you. To have you wrapped around him, arms looped around his neck to pull him closer  telling him of your adoration for him and him telling you the same. The journey for him can be as satisfying as the destination. 

Edging - This can go both ways for him, he loves both bringing you to brink before denying you, only to continue building you up before he finally makes you cum. But he also loves to do the same to himself, mostly by pleasing you. Whether it’s with his hand or mouth, you’ll notice him slowly stroke himself, never fully giving into his own pleasure until he absolutely can’t take it anymore. He loves to make that high even more intense when he finally chases it.

Bondage - This guy loves control. He also loves this because it shows how much trust you put in him. He sees it as its own unique form of intimacy, to allow him to tie your wrists above your head and to know that he wouldn’t do anything but please you. Afterwards, he always feels closer to you knowing how deep the trust runs between the two of you.

Heels - I’ve always thought he is a fan of legs. Doesn’t matter how thick or thin, short or long, he loves legs. Which is part of the reason he loves to see you in heels so much. They just bring out your legs in a way that drives this poor guy insane. He also secretly loves the sound of heels against the floor

Raph:

Biting/Giving Hickies - He is obsessed with seeing anything on you that marks you as his. He may not be able to be beside you at all times to keep others away, but a nice hickey on the side of your neck would work just fine. He's possessive

Spanking - Because he is an ass man, expect him to be touching the butt, a lot. He loves watching it jiggle after he smacks it and to feel how soft you are under his hands. He may also spank the kitty, if you're down with that of course…

Degradation - This will only happen to the extent that you allow it. Though he would never make fun of your body or anything like that. He loves to call you 'his whore' while he's fucking you so good the only thing you can do is agree (there are also times when he would ask for you to say it yourself).

Thigh-fucking - I'm not gonna lie, this man has an obsession with thick thighs. I'm talking cellulite and stretch marks. He loves all of it. This would be used mostly when the two of you start having sex, because let's be real this guy is PACKING so it'll be best to take things slow. He'll lift your legs up to his shoulders, and you'll cross your ankles together and just watch him get off, bonus points if you tell him how sexy he looks while he does it.

Facials - This one can go along with his obsession with giving you hickies, though this one obvisouly is much more private. He just loves the visual of it all, ya know? Staking his claim, basically. He's a possessive guy, and he tries to tone it down outside the bedroom, but he allows it to come through HEAVILY behind closed doors, and this is one of his favorite ways, by having you on your knees in front of him, his cum traced across your mouth ........

Donnie:

Sex Toys - This can span all the way from vibrators to restraints even, when he has the time to go all out with you he will absoluately take advantage of that if you're down. One of his favorites is to use a vibrator on your clit while he fucks you slow, so slow that it drives you isane, but believe that he'll have you taken care of multiple times before the night is over

Overstimulation - So this can go hand in hand with the passage above, he wants to see how much you can take, and all four of them were blessed with a high sex drive, he can go as many times as you need him to honestly. He loves the nights that leave you in a trembling mess underneath him, your nails digging into his skin with tightly you're holding onto him. It also secretly brings a swelling pride to his chest to know that he's capable of bringing you there

Phone Sex/Nudes - Let's be real this guy gets busy; there are times where he can't see you in person but trust that he won't let that complicate things too much; he loves to hear you say the filthy things you want him to do next time he's with you as he strokes himself, legs spread wide. If you were also comfortable with sending him pictures he would be ALL over that; even has a seperate folder for them that is heavily locked down

Thigh riding - Imagine sitting on his lap in his desk chair, kissing him as his hands roam up and down your body before they land on your hips, guiding them back and forth but not allowing you to go any faster than he wants you to, all the while he's whispering all the things he wants to do to you while you whimper into his ear, pressure building up higher and higher; yeah, he's a fan of this one

Choking - He'll usually only do this when his focus is completely on you, one hand between your legs while the other is squeezing the sides of your throat. Breath play can intensify an orgasm, and he loves watching it race through you even stronger. There are even times when he's alone that he'll do this for himself but you don't find that out unitl later

Mikey:

Praise - This can go either way for him, honestly. He loves to praise you but loves even more to be praised himself. He needs to know how good he's making you feel, and for you to vocalize that to him would only make him want to go even harder. Complimenting his body especially would drive him insane.

Begging - OOOO boy, this one kills him. He loves hearing you ask for what you want, it helps him feel much more confident in whatever it is the two of you do knowing just how badly you need it; also to hear the person he loves beg him to touch them, kiss them, fuck them, it drives him absolutely inSANE

Massages - His love language is touch, so being able to run his hands over your skin is quite possibly his favorite thing to do anyways, but having you laid out before him, whining the longe rhe goes on, though the both of you know he won't be able to deny you for long...

Face-Sitting - This one I feel a bit self explanatory, this guy is a munch, any possible way you let him eat you out he's going to go for it

Semi-public - A secret part of him loves watching you try to stay quiet even when your on the brink of your orgasm. He also enjoys the risk that's involved with possibly getting caught in the act especially when your legs are on his shoulders and all you can do is whisper broken up words begging him to go harder ahdkashdkjaskdfskj

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Leatherhead headcanons

(( I need more leatherhead love in my life and I feel crappy. So this is really self indulgent. Because i really love him and yeah.))

🍕- leatherhead loves when you hold one of his claws in your hand. Compared to him your so tiny and cute.

🍕- he’s always taken back that someone like you could love a monster like him. You show him so much love and affection he’s just really suprised.

🍕- leatherhead slightly purring!! Or churring? Whatever that deep throated pleased grumble is lol. Whenever you pet his snout, or place a hand on his jaw.

🍕- pretty much you can use him like a bed. He’s just that big. Legit just curl up on his chest or back.

🍕- loves to just curl around you and cuddle. He looks like a death machine, but is honestly a cinnamon roll.

🍕- very. VERY. Protective. Whenever you’re in harms way he’s there to make sure not a scratch gets on you.

🍕- comforting him. God. Could you just picture running your fingers over his scars and just feel terrible that he’s had so much pain in his life.

🍕- he’s also quite terrified of hurting you. Very self conscious of his size and strength when with you.

🍕- why walk when you got a big ass gator to carry your around with one hand?

🍕- you get to teach leatherhead all about the world and what he doesn’t know!!! You get to really just open him up more to the world.

🍕- leatherhead bringing you to the mighty mutanimals!!! Leatherhead watching you get along with his friends!!!!!!! LEATHERHEAD FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU THAT MUCH MORE!!!

🍕- with you around, leatherhead doesn’t get as many nightmares. Also when he wakes up he doesn’t get the “crazy eyes” that often.

🍕- he’ll share stories about the krang with you. Telling you what horrid things they were doing and how he dealt with them.

🍕- imagine bringing leatherhead little treats!! Now he doesn’t have to eat trash and sewer rats. You can bring him food like steak, chicken, fish! So much food variety!

🍕- leatherhead whats to introduce you to mikey if you already haven’t met him. He wants you to meet his best friend!!

🍕- mikey would be like super cool with you guys! He’s happy leatherhead has a s/o now! As long as you treat him right then mikey has no problem with it.

🍕- getting to ride on leatherhead’s back through the water!!! Lets say it’s a deep part of the sewer and you dont want to get nasty, LEATHERHEAD BOAT!!!!!!!!

🍕- be sure to remind him daily how much you love him, appreciate him, and care about him. He really does think he’s just a big monster so just reminding him helps.

🍕- dates with leatherhead!!! Up on rooftops looking out at the stars!!! Walking around abandoned factories together!!! When it gets warm you two could go swimming!! (Of course like late afternoon swimming in a harbor or something when everyone is gone)

🍕- smooches!!! Leatherhead leaning down to like signal to you he wants a smooch! A tiny little smooch to the snoot is all it took for him to shine the biggest smile.