In case some of you are still grey about me, well, let me introduce myself and give you some facts about me.
My real name is Amanda. Yumeko is a penname / name I used when I'm on the internet.
Yumeko (夢子、ユメコ or ゆめこ) composed from two characters Yume (夢) means "dream" and Ko (子) means "child". You can find 子 in almost every women's name in Japan since it's a stereotypical character for naming your kids.
Hakoyama (箱山) is a surname I made lol. Hako means "box" and yama means "mountain".
27 y.o
Majored in Japanese language and literature. Graduated in 2017.
My native language is Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian), second language I use a lot is Japanese due to my work environment. My English isn't so good but I'm learning everyday!
I love learning languages. I want to learn Spanish, French, German, Korean in the future.
I love to cook.
I'm a cat person. I have one cat that's so bossy lol.
What're you lookin' at, hooman? Go fill up my bowl with some food, or I'll scratch your curtain again.
I'm a multifandom person. I tend to watch a lot of anime but not too "fan" unless I found that anime is worth to hype. I'm into AoT and Hetalia for now.
I like Men in Black, Transformers, Marvel and DC movies, and a lot of action movies. Another genre that I like is comedy, romance, Sci-fi, horror, thriller.
I like TMNT since the two Bayverse movie aired on our local TV program. I still newbie in TMNT lore and I need guidance from all the senpais here 🙇🏻♀️ I'm looking forward to seeing you!
Favorite color? Green, blue, purple, white, red, orange, pink, gray... and its derivatives 😂
Can't handle spicy food. A little bit of spice is okay for me.
Sweet tooth until I die.
An ambivert with 80% introvert and 20% extrovert.
Japanese food is my soul food 🍣
A haemophobic. I fear blood, but not my own blood, tbh. I tend to shiver and faint if I see real blood is coming out from a living things like animal or human.
I'm a self-taught artist, although my drawing isn't so good. I design my very own nengajo (年賀状、lit. New Year's card), print it and send it to all my friends, relatives and co-worker. Nengajo is a postcard that printed with an eto (干支、lit. Zodiacal animals).
I made these nengajos based on what cycle of animal on that year. 2022 is the year of the tiger, and the element is water.
👀✨
Uhhhh... what else I should write? I think that's enough.
I hardly dare ask, but... would you maybe write another story for me?
A story with Leo x f.Reader ...
Leo is writing online with April's girlfriend/roommate without her knowing it's the Turtle Leader.
But Vern hears about it and talks so badly about an arranged meeting at Leo's that he doesn't want to come to the meeting anymore. Who is he anyway? Who would want him?
Instead Vern plays an evil game and wants to pretend to be the unknown man from the chat....!
But.....
Request by @tkappi
Hehehe let’s ruin Vern’s evil plan, shall we? *rubs hands together with maniacal laughter*
Best ‘Laid’ Plans…
Leonardo x F!Reader (featuring a rather naughty cameo by Raphael per request)
Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only
Click…click click…clickety click…
The screen cast a blue sheen over Leonardo’s face as he typed away. This online correspondence had been going on for weeks. April had set it up, knowing that you, her roommate, would be a perfect match for the stalwart turtle. She had surmised that getting the two of you to converse without appearances getting in the way was the best start. Once you both were hooked on one another, she could push for an in person meeting.
Well, it apparently had reached that time. April had encouraged you to ask to meet, and Leo was trying to get out of it. You weren’t taking ‘no’ for an answer though. He desperately wanted to meet you, but fear still held him back. He wasn’t exactly human. Then his phone buzzed. It was a text from April informing him that the meeting was her idea. He sighed. It was hard to turn her down. Despite his better judgement, he agreed to meet on Sunday evening at the park. He had exactly three days to be anxious and try not to have a panic attack.
💻💻💻
Vern decided to stop by with some pizzas on Saturday afternoon, before the turtles went out on patrol. The Knicks were playing against a bitter rival and Donnie had the best damn set up that he’d seen anywhere. The guys gathered around the curved big screen, enjoying the amazing surround sound that Donnie had tweaked. During halftime, the talk turned to Leo’s big meeting. Vern suddenly perked up.
“Did you say you are meeting April’s roommate?” he asked casually.
Leo nodded, “Yeah, we’ve been chatting online for awhile now. She’s pretty amazing.”
“She is,” Vern agreed, “I’ve met her. She’s smoking hot.”
Suddenly, every turtle was staring at the cameraman. Inwardly, he smirked. The slightest bit of trepidation flared in the leader’s eyes. Vern decided at that moment to exploit it and give himself an advantage. He spent the rest of the break describing your attractive attributes and gloating at the rapt attention of Leo and his brothers.
After the game, Leo dismissed the guys to go get ready for patrol. As he went to the weapons rack to grab his katanas, Vern followed.
“Leo, are you sure about this? I mean, she’s stunning, and you’re…..well,” Vern motioned to the six foot tall mutant with a skeptical expression.
Leo frowned. This was exactly what had been running through his own head. How did Vern know? Perhaps this was a bad idea. His heart clenched at the thought of you rejecting him based on sight.
“I should just cancel,” he muttered softly.
Vern put a hand on his shoulder in false reassurance and squeezed.
“I’m sorry, buddy. It’s a tough call, but it’s the right one. You know what? I’ll talk to her for you. Let her down easy.”
Leo looked up in surprise, “You would do that for me?”
Vern smiled, “Of course, Leo. What are friends for?”
🌔🌗🌒
Sunday night finally rolled around. Leo was sitting at home depressed. He hadn’t even bothered to check the chat, feeling too distraught to see what you said after talking with Vern. What had he been thinking? What had April been thinking? There’s no way a beautiful human woman would accept a mutant turtle for a partner. It was better this way. Right? So why did his heart hurt so bad?
His phone buzzed. He nearly didn’t look to see who it was, but then Donnie strolled by and glanced at the screen. The genius paused. Seeing that Leo was completely ignoring the phone, he frowned. It wasn’t like the leader to be so out of sorts.
“You gonna answer April?” he asked pointedly. “And it’s Sunday. I thought you had that meeting with her roommate?”
Leo shrugged dejectedly. When Donnie just kept standing there, he knew his little brother wouldn’t budge without an answer.
“I’m not going. I’m just gonna get my heart broken when she sees what I am and runs away screaming.”
Donnie huffed. Then he picked up Leo’s phone and opened the text from April. She was letting him know that you were about to leave to meet him.
“It’s not like you to at least politely cancel. I’m actually quite shocked that you’re standing her up,” Donnie mused.
Leo looked up in surprise, “What? Vern said he knows her well and that he would cancel for me. Let her down gently.”
Donnie waved the phone, “Well, according to April, she’s on her way.”
Alarm bells started going off in Donnie’s head. He had a feeling he knew what was happening here.
“Leo, did you decide to bow out because of something Vern said to you?”
Leo winced, but nodded sheepishly.
“Shit. I think Vern is trying to steal your girl, bro. I think I can fix this though.”
With that, Donnie took off walking towards the lab.
“Oh and you might want to take a shower. Self-pity isn’t a good cologne.”
🚿🚿🚿
Donnie smirked as he got off the phone with April. You were now headed to an abandoned subway station near the entrance to the lair with her. Now, time to get back at Vern. His next phone call was to Casey Jones.
“Hey Case! I need a quick favor.”
After explaining his plan, the rookie detective agreed. There wasn’t much time but the genius had a few tricks up his proverbial sleeve. After telling Leo where to meet the ladies, he grabbed Mikey for backup and headed to the park.
🕳🕳🕳
Leo dressed in his dressier pants, wore his nicer sandals, and left his wrappings at home. He debated on the katanas, but decided he didn’t want to completely terrify you further. He kept his bandana on for comfort sake.
The closer he got to your location, the more nervous he felt. All the possibilities of what could go wrong would swimming in his head. Leo felt like he could throw up. He could hear feminine voices up ahead and took a moment just to breathe deeply and center himself. Deciding that delaying the inevitable wouldn’t make it hurt any less, he straightened his shoulders and strode forward with false bravado. Then there you were. Your back was to him, but his eyes drifted over every curve. Damn.
April caught sight of him and smiled encouragingly. He gave a slight nod, and she whispered to you. He watched your body stiffen, then you were turning slowly. It only just now occurred to him that you might be nervous about meeting him as well. He steeled himself for your fear and rejection as you came full circle, eyes to the ground. Then you lifted your gaze and gasped.
“Fearless0584?” you asked in a breathy tone.
Leo managed to eke out a “yes.”
Your eyes sparkled as you took him in. April had explained to you who and what Leo was. While you had been intrigued and albeit skeptical, you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt for him through your many chats and messages. He was much more handsome than you had imagined and the thought that such a glorious creature could be yours was intoxicating.
“I’m y/n,” you murmured, holding out a hand for him to shake.
Leo stared at your outstretched hand like he had never seen one before. He opened his mouth, then shut it. He was clearly having trouble articulating a response. Finally, he took your hand and shook gently.
“You aren’t screaming and running away,” he mumbled, more a question than a statement.
April smiled, “I filled her in on the way over. Figured it would make things go smoother. Now, if you two are cool, I’m going to go meet the others at the park.”
You noticed that Leo still held your hand, staring at you in wonder. You waved April on. The poor turtle was so enraptured by you. You had a feeling that things were going to be just fine.
“So, can we go somewhere to talk?” you asked.
Leo seemed to break free from his revery and let go of your hand to rub at the back of his neck. He’s still couldn’t believe how well you were taking all of this.
“Yeah, sure. My home is this way,“ he pointed with his thumb over his shoulder.
Smiling, you put your arm through his, saying, “Lead the way, Leonardo.”
Oh, but he liked the way his name sounded on your lips. As the pair of you strolled down the tunnels, you engaged the ninja leader in small talk. Leo was finding you just as easy to talk to in person as you were online.
When you reached the lair, he gave a quick perfunctory tour. After offering some hot herbal tea, he took you to his bedroom to relax and visit quietly. The conversation continued to flow easily and then the talk turned to a flirtier tone. You scooted closer, placing your hand over his. Leo had been staring at your lips for the past half hour, totally unaware. You turned your head up and leaned in, waiting to see if he would take the hint.
Leo’s heart was pounding. He hadn’t counted on how seeing you in person would set his desires aflame. God, you were sexy. The hint was taken and he crushed his lips to yours. He slipped a hand behind your head and held you, though you had no intention on moving away. His lips were unbelievably soft and despite his lack of experience, he was kissing you so sensually. Heat licked your core and you climbed into his lap, trying to get closer. Leo groaned into your mouth and wrapped an arm around you. The more you made out, the handsier he became. Then suddenly, he pulled back.
“I’m sorry! Jeez, I’m basically mauling you here,” he apologized, dropping his eyes to the blanket on his bed.
You lifted his chin and looked deeply into his eyes, letting him see the lust shining there.
“I wouldn’t mind getting mauled some more,” you purred.
Leo gulped, “You sure?”
You answered by yanking your shirt over your head, “I’ve had it bad for you for awhile, Leo. You’re different from all the other guys I’ve dealt with, and I don’t just mean your appearance. Although, I have to say, you are incredibly handsome.”
If turtles could blush, Leo would be ten shades of red right now. His eyes were glued to your exposed chest, and with a giggle, you placed his hand over your breast. He squeezed gently, and then he leaned forward for another kiss.
🫦🫦🫦
Raphael searched all through the lair. Donnie and Mikey weren’t in their usual spots. Splinter was already in bed. Maybe Leo was still in his room moping over his missed meeting. Silently, Raph made his way to the leader’s room and peeked through the crack in the door. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
Leo was laying atop a pretty girl, who was shirtless, and he was covering her breasts with open-mouth kisses. The girl was moaning and started pushing at his pants. Raph’s jaw dropped. Was Lameonardo about to get laid? As he watched, barely believing, his older brother proceeded to undress himself and his female companion. While he couldn’t make out their murmured words, they were clearly smitten and giving one another the sweet, goo-goo eyes.
Raph knew he should turn away. They deserved privacy. Leo would skin him alive if he ever found out that Raph was seeing any of this. But then, perfect Leo, always such a gentleman and so honorable, he spread her thighs wide, and shoved his cock deep. Hearing the girl’s moan and seeing his older brother being naughty, well…
Raphael looked around quickly. The coast was clear, no sign of the others yet. And honestly, they would be too occupied to notice him, right? His erection pushed against the zipper of his cargos. Quickly unbuttoning the fastener and lowering the zipper, he eased his cock out and gripped it with a tight fist.
Leo groaned as he entered a warm heaven. Your walls were so tight and welcoming, gripping his cock as he took his time with slow, steady thrusts. You gazed up at him with lust drunk eyes as your mouth hung open in a perpetual moan. Maybe it was moving fast, but dear lord, this felt incredible. Leo captured your lips once again, and slid an arm under your left leg to open you wider. His cock struck your cervix at this angle and you whimpered, pressure building tighter and tighter.
Raph pumped faster, using his precum to help with the friction as he watched you come unraveled. You panted, legs stiffened, as you rolled your hips frantically. Leo quickened his own thrusts as you rode the wave of your orgasm. Raph felt his balls tightening in the telltale sign that he was about to cum, and took the few steps to the bathroom and licked himself in the finish. When he was done, he looked up into the mirror with guilty eyes. Well, things would be awkward for him for a little while.
Leo finished with a grunt, emptying himself deep within your velvety walls, still sensitive from your release. He rolled over to keep from crushing you, and pulled you up on his plastron. You covered his face with soft pecks, thanking him for such a beautiful experience. You were completely smitten with the mutant, already hearing wedding bells in your head. Best to keep that to myself for now, you thought with a smile.
💙💙💙
Donnie and Mikey were still cackling and fist bumping when they got home about an hour later. Raph looked up from where he was rifling through the fridge for a snack.
“Where ya been?”
Mikey howled with laughter, “Dude! So, Vern had this like, evil plan to steal Leo’s girl, right?”
“And I figured it out, naturally,” Donnie interrupted.
Mikey waved him off, “Yeah, yeah. You’re a genius, we all know. So, anyway, Donnie got this idea to dress up Casey as the girl, and he had a little speaker that Don made-“
“Not specifically for this. It’s a project that I’ve been work-“
“Aaaanyways, as I was saying, Don made this speaker so April could provide the voice. In the dark of the park, with the voice thingy,” Mikey went on.
“There’s a technical name for it,” Donnie attempted to cut in, but Mikey ignored him.
“Vern totally fell for it! He thought he was meeting a hot chick! I got it all on video, bro,” Mikey finished.
Donnie started cracking up all over again, “Wait’ll you see his face! It was priceless!”
The tall terrapin took off his glasses to wipe at the tears in his eyes. When he put them back on, he was surprised to see a young woman come into the kitchen. Wearing one of Leo’s t-shirts, and bare legs, you were very attractive. All three turtles stared. You grabbed two bottles of water, then waved.
“Hi, I’m y/n. You must be Leo’s brothers! I’ll meet you properly at breakfast. Good night!”
You walked back to Leo’s room with a smirk. They were just going to have to get used to seeing your face around here.
Greetings!! I LOVVVEEE your writing so much, been on a whole TMNT kick especially the bayverse. I am IN LOVE with Raph, always have been for years!!
Can you do one with my human oc Miyoko who is a short shy girl who has a thing for Raph and he finds out from the pieces of writing she does on her free time about the things she loves about him, for example: his eyes, voice, his strong muscular physique, loves watching him working out.
And after seeing the writing, Raph surprises her, telling her his feelings and showing her physically with everything she has fantasized about all this time [basically getting rough and dirty *wink wink*] and it is all from what Miyoko has wrote about. Leaving her in a red blushing breathless mess.
So sweet and sexy! ♥️😍 Sorry it took so long to get done!
Sexier than Fiction
Raph x OC Miyoko (fem)
Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only
That’s right, baby, groan and sweat for mama, Miyoko thought to herself. Watching Raphael lift weights was one of her favorite pastimes. Pulling her notebook out of her messenger bag, she made a few notes for later. While her friends wrote fanfics about movie stars and rockstars, she devoted her writing skills to the hotheaded terrapin. Her cheeks heated up at the thought of writing out a new smut piece based on his current workout. 
“Whatcha writin’ there, girlie?” his deep voice interrupted her musing.
Slamming the journal shut, she looked up sheepishly. The object of her obsession was giving her his signature smirk, and despite her embarrassment at being caught, her tummy fluttered with want.
“It’s no-nothing, Raphael, just some notes for uh, work,” Miyoko lied, slipping it back into her bag.
One big eye ridge shot up, but otherwise, he decided to leave it alone. For now. His adorable little friend was always writing in that notebook, but kept it very private. His curiosity was killing him. Maybe if he could read it, he would get some insight into the shy girl’s mind. Raphael could admit to himself that she intrigued him. She was short and cute, sweet and sexy, and an enigma. He knew she considered them to be friends, but he yearned to find out what chance he might have for more. He had to get that journal.
“I should probably get going,” Miyoko murmured, standing and slinging the bag over her shoulder.
Raph had to think fast. He followed her out into the lair, wracking his brain for ideas. He spotted a book, one of Leo’s with Japanese poetry. It would make a good swap in her bag. Now, how to distract her…
“Miyokocakes! I baked cookies! You gotta try them and tell me what you think,” Mikey called from the kitchen.
Perfect. Saved by Mikey’s culinary obsession. With a grin, he slipped a finger under her shoulder strap and lifted. Immediately, she grabbed her bag in a panic.
“What are you-?” she started.
Raph wagged a finger at her, admonishing, “Now, ya can’t leave without trying a cookie. You’ll break Mikey’s heart and we can’t have that, can we?”
He pulled her bag off her shoulder and made a show of setting it down by the exit. She looked skeptical, but Mikey suddenly swooped in and grabbed her hand to pull her to the kitchen. As soon as she was distracted, Raph grabbed the poetry book and made the switch. Thinking fast, he shoved the notebook under the couch cushions and then nonchalantly strutted to the kitchen for a handful of triple chocolate chunk cookies.
🍪🍪🍪
Back in the safety of his bedroom, after Miyoko had gone home, Raphael finally had the notebook in his hands. Guilt ate at him for the way he took it, but curiosity was a gnawing hunger in his gut and only reading her words would satisfy. A couple of deep breaths, and he opened the cover.
The first page wasn’t much. A few notes about work and a grocery list. So she likes Greek yogurt and Cinnamon Toast Crunch, big deal. With a huff, he flipped to the middle where a larger draft of writing caught his eye. He skimmed down until he noticed his name in the second paragraph. Wait a minute. He read a little more, then with wide eyes, he flipped back several pages. HOLY MOTHER OF GUACAMOLE AND ALL THE PATRON SAINTS OF TACOS!!!
Miyoko was writing smutty stories about him!! Him, Raphael, giant ninja turtle with an even bigger attitude, she wrote about fucking him. His eyes devoured page after page of detailed trysts. There were several things that surprised him about the sweet, shy girl. And the desire….oh, how his desire for her was growing. Once he got to the current page that she had made notes on today, he had to stop and take several deep breaths. He learned that she was aroused by his strength, intrigued with his long tongue, and wanted to be treated a little rougher. Well, he was just the turtle to provide….
📔📔📔
Miyoko was in a panic. She had searched everywhere, but her journal was missing. Oh god, what if she had left it at the lair?! She specifically remembered putting it in her messenger bag. Where could it have fallen out? If anyone saw it and read what was inside, she would just die.
The sound of tapping at her window startled her. Cautiously, she made her way over and pulled back the curtain. Raphael? What was he doing on her fire escape? She unlocked the latch and pushed it open. The barrel-chested brute climbed into her apartment, making the whole place feel tiny in comparison of his large frame. Miyoko raised a brow. He never stopped by, and she had just been at the lair a couple of hours ago.
“Hi Raph. Um, what are you doing here?” she asked softly.
Raph cleared his throat, suddenly looking guilty. He pulled something around from behind his back and held it out to her. She stared at it like it was a venomous snake about to strike. Her eyes shifted to his and she knew in that moment that he had stolen it, and that meant he had already read some of it. Miyoko wasn’t sure what was worse, her embarrassment at being caught, or her anger at his betrayal.
“I, uh, just wanted ta know more about ya,” he mumbled.
She glared, snatching the notebook out of his hands, “Then ask me. This…this…urgh!”
“Okay, okay,” Raph soothed, “I get it. What I did was sneaky and wrong. But if I hadn’t read it, I wouldn’t have known that ya like this.”
A smirk grew on his face as he strode forward, backing her up to the wall. Her eyes widened as he smacked both hands on either side of her head, then he leaned into her neck and nuzzled it with his snout. Chill bumps erupted across her skin and a shiver worked it’s way down her spine.
“Wha-what are you doing?” she squeaked.
Raph chuckled low, “I’m just fulfilling yer fantasies. I think this was in the third story I read. What happened next?”
Miyoko felt her heart nearly stop. Oh, but she did remember that story. And she knew exactly what happened next. She clenched her thighs in response and Raph growled at the action.
“Ah, I see ya remember.”
His lips skimmed over her erratic pulse, tongue slipping out to taste her smooth skin. She gasped, and he instantly moved to her mouth, not even hesitating to slip his tongue between her lips. She wanted to stay mad. She really did. But he tasted so good, and his hands were gripping her hips tightly, like he was as desperate for her as she was for him. Giving in to her lust, she kissed him back fervently, and he groaned as her little tongue rubbed against his. He took his time tasting her, building the heat between them, until she didn’t even attempt to resist his removal of her shirt. He dropped down on one knee to get closer to the hard peaks, swirling his tongue around one, then turning to suck at the other.
While he enjoyed her breasts, she moaned loudly and held his head in her hands. Who knew the quiet little bookworm could get so loud? His large mitts hooked in her joggers and the sides of her panties and slid the down her legs. Raph grinned as he pressed a kiss between her tits. Time to make the first fantasy come true. Kneeling down further, he lifted one leg over his left shoulder, and slid his hands to her backside to hold her steady. She was looking down at him through heavy, half-lidded eyes as he eased her other leg over his right shoulder. Then he stood.
“Betta brace on that ceiling, babe,” he warned her, and she pressed her hands up against the plaster.
Using the wall and ceiling to keep her right where he wanted her, Raph’s long tongue rolled out. Her cunt was in his face in this position and he decided teasing was just not in the cards tonight. He needed her ready for him. He licked and slurped, shaking his head and growling low at each pleasured gasp.
“Ya taste so fuckin’ good,” he groaned before steadily thrusting his tongue in and out of her pussy.
Her hips rocked as much as she was able in her position. Miyoko smacked the ceiling when he hit a particularly sweet spot, her face flushed. He was drawing her to the edge and it was time to jump. Her body gave way without warning, bucking against his mouth and crying out. He continued to lap at her folds until her hips stilled. Then he maneuvered her until she was in his arms, pressing kisses to her sweaty forehead.
“Shall we move on to the next fantasy?” Raph rumbled.
The satisfaction on her face egged him on. He needed to make her feel more. He needed her weak from his ministrations. He needed her legs wobbly and her skin covered in his marks. He needed…fuck. He needed to make her his own.
“Which way ta yer room?”
Not trusting her own voice, she motioned to a short hallway, and he went that direction with determined strides. Her face was bright red, the reality of what he just did, and what they were about to do, making her bashful heart flutter. He laid her on the bed, then stepped back to start undressing himself. Miyoko watched every move he made, every bit of skin exposed.
“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” she murmured. “Am I dreaming?”
Raphael dropped his shorts to the floor, having gone commando, and grinned impishly, “My boner would say otherwise. But if it’s a dream, I don’t wanna wake up.”
“Now,” he leaned over the bed and began to climb on and stalk her as she scrambled back, “how do ya want me? On top? Behind? Under ya?”
Miyoko couldn’t stop staring at the massive erection bobbing between his legs. Would he even fit? Raphael followed her gaze and saw what had her rapt attention. He wrapped a hand around himself and gave a few hard jerks.
“Ya wanna touch me?” he growled.
Her eyes snapped up and she licked her lips. Tentatively, she wrapped her tiny hands around him and slid them up and down. A churr vibrated his chest and she stopped, unsure.
“Keep going, sweetheart. That feels amazin’,” he groaned.
Confidence restored, she pumped a little harder, and watched the look of bliss on the big guy’s face. When a bead of precum spouted out of the tip, she leaned down and caught it on her tongue.
“Fuuuuck.”
Suddenly, she was flat on her back and his tip was nudging her entrance. He pushed her legs back to open her up more and slowly eased forward. Miyoko slid her arms around his neck and held him tightly, whimpering at the intrusion.
“Mmm, so damn tight. Try to relax for me, Miyoko.”
She nodded and thought back to how it felt when it was his tongue deep in her cunt, wiggling and massaging her sensitive walls. She grew wetter at the thought and he slipped in a little further. Then an idea hit him.
“Ya know, ya aren’t the only one wit fantasies. There’re a few from yer book that I’ve imagined. Sometimes, I lay in my bed, thinking bout ya, and my hand goes wanderin’,” he whispered low.
Her eyes widened. Raph thought about her when he jerked off? He took a moment to kiss and nibble at her neck and then while gently rocking his hips, he described some of his dirtiest thoughts about her. The filthier he talked, the slicker her canal became. When he finally hilted, her eyes were glazed over with lust and her inner walls squeezed him tight.
“That’s my good girl,” Raph purred, “I want ya to be my girl. That alright wit ya?”
She felt her heart melt and nodded eagerly, “I’d love to be yours, Raphael.”
“Ya know,” he whispered, “I take good care of what’s mine.” Then he pulled back and slammed it home.
Miyoko’s cries and moans were beautiful music to his ears as he built a steady rhythm. The petite woman was so snug around him, it was all he could do not to blow his load too early. He captured her mouth and swallowed her whimpers, coaxing her tongue to explore his larger mouth. Miyoko was naturally sexy and didn’t even know it. Feeling her womb spasm, she tore her mouth away and panted and wailed, her second release even stronger than the first. Miyoko’s face was flushed and sweaty as she gazed up at his victorious smirk.
“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart, but we ain’t done yet. Not by a long shot,” Raph warned. “I got all night and pages of smut to fulfill.”
Miyoko surprised him again with a soft kiss to his snout. Red-faced and still a little shy, she murmured, “I have more than one notebook….”
The @thelaundrybitch and I have been collaborating on a new twist for our favorite turtles - The Tactical Team!
For more info by, check out the Tactical Team Head Canons* by @thelaundrybitch 💙
*18+ content - for mature audiences only
First up is Team Leader Mike 🧡 🙌 I am excited to share this now, but I am also 💯 going to take a picture of this drawing tomorrow with better lighting 😂
(I know we said no masks, but I am warming up to it. I have never drawn them without masks 😬)
Art by me and character by @thelaundrybitch ! Please do not steal or repost, but by all means reblog!
So @angelcatlowyn and I were discussing pedicures and foot rubs, and it inspired a conversation about the guys. So, here is a short little headcanon piece on at home spa time with the turtles. 🧖♀️💆🏾♀️🧴🥂🦶🏼💅🏽
Warning: Eh, maybe some cavities? This is all fluff!
Spa Night HC’s
Turtle x GN!Reader
Leonardo
A spa night in with his love? Let the relaxation begin!
This guy is all about massages. And while sometimes it takes a sensual turn, nights like tonight are just for enjoying each other’s company.
Neck and shoulder rubs will be exchanged and you know this man is good with his hands.
He digs into your muscles, working out the tight knots. You can smell eucalyptus and peppermint from the massage oil and it combines with his personal scent of leather and sandalwood.
He ends the massage with soft kisses sprinkled over your skin.
Even though you aren’t as strong as him, the fact that your hands are on his skin, rubbing in massage oil, is soothing.
Okay, so he just likes it anytime you touch him.
He might not cook well, but he can slice and dice lots of fresh fruits and veggies to snack on while the two of you relax.
Hot herbal tea. Jasmine…chamomile….lavender….all the best for a quiet evening.
Finally, you put on the podcast that you two have been enjoying and you settle between his legs as he delicately runs a brush through your soft hair. 💙
Raphael
He would never admit it, but this burly turtle loves spa night.
He thinks you are absolutely adorable in a face mask, waddling around with toe dividers while your toenails dry.
When you offer to give him a foot rub along with a good scrubbing with a pumice stone, he secretly swoons.
He knows his feet are rough. You must love him to offer such kindness.
You have him soak his feet in a basin of warm water with a nice peppermint foot wash. Then you scrub like crazy.
He closes his eyes and just enjoys.
Coating his big old tootsies in a thick foot lotion, you squeeze and rub into the heel and the arch. He sighs happily, then you wrap them in warm towels.
When it’s your turn, you soak your feet as well, then scrub them.
Handing him the foot cream, you set your feet in his lap, and before he starts the foot rub, he kisses your cute little toes.
This man can give a foot rub like nobody’s business. You moan so loudly, the neighbors probably think other activities are taking place.
Once your feet are enclosed in warm cotton socks, Raph heads to the kitchen to make his famous hot chocolate and a bowl of popcorn. It’s time to settle back with a movie, and just enjoy snuggling on the couch. ♥️
Donatello
You want a spa night? You’re gonna get one. Complete with all the high tech details this genius can manage.
Seriously, he’s gonna make little gadgets to assist in the beautification process.
He’s also going to research the best products for your skin. Homemade masks? You better believe it!
While the two of you lay back to let the masks sit, he has a special foot massage machine to stick your feet in. It feels so ahhhhhmazing.
Cucumber slices over your eyes are a must.
This is a luxurious treat so a champagne (if you drink) or a sparkling juice (if you prefer) will be on hand in a makeshift ice bucket, and chocolate covered strawberries will be served along with your favorite cheeses and crackers.
Paraffin wax for your hands. Your adorable, tiny, useful for getting into tight places, human hands.
Since you help him often in the lab and the garage, he wants to treat your fingers well.
After it’s all done, he wants to end the evening with a documentary that you’ve been dying to watch. Lay on his plastron and he’ll run his fingers up and down your back while you watch the screen. 💜
Michelangelo
Ah, yeah! This is his jam! He wants to do it all!
Face masks, check. Shoulder rubs, check. Waxing your brows, check.
He braids your hair and pins it back out of your face and it actually looks pretty good!
MANI/PEDIS!!!!
Yes, he’s doing everything you do. Repeat, everything.
He can’t believe the way your nail buffing block makes his fingernails shine.
Lip mask, check. Lip balm, check.
He wants to paint your nails for you. He does both fingers and toes, and gets you to gossip about work.
PIZZA AND ORANGE CRUSH BREAK
Now it’s his turn. He’ll probably opt for a clear coat on his fingernails, but pick something bright for his toes.
He will tease you that you only have six fingers and four toes to paint on him so he did more work.
You’ll point out that his nails are quite a bit larger than a human’s and the teeny little brush in the polish bottle just isn’t cutting it.
Once fingernails are at least dry enough, he’ll want to cuddle together and play video games for the rest of the evening. 🧡
