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My hole ain't a bottomless pit!!

Brings a new meaning to "just the tip"😂

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Just found out some more info🤪

As a turtle's penis inflates (gets hard/aroused), its length may increase by nearly 50% and its width by 75%... i haven't been able to find any correlation between a turtle's size and its penis' girth (as soon as i find out, I'mma be back), so I'm focusing on only length once more:

Here we go again!!

Leo: 50% inflation of 22.2 - 29.6 in (56.38 - 75.18 cm) = 33.3 - 44.4 in (84.58 - 112.78 cm)

Raph: 50% inflation of 22.8 - 30.4 in (57.91 - 77.21 cm) = 34.2 - 45.6 in (86.87 - 115.82 cm)

Donnie: 50% of 23.4 - 31.2 in (59.43 - 79.24 cm) = 35.1 - 46.8 in (89.15 - 118.87 cm)

Mikey (using revised length): 50% inflation of 21.9 - 29.2 in (55.63 - 74.17cm) = 32.85 - 43.8 (83.44 - 111.25 cm)

Rando #4 NSFW

Okokok

Ok

So

In the 2014 movie, when April finds the tapes of the premutated turtles, it's pretty clear that the boys are red-eared sliders (at least in the lab, ik they're kind of a mashup of different turtles post-mutation, just go with it for this).

Red-eared sliders have a dick that's 30-40% the length of their body - stay with me.

So um... the boys, right?🥲

Mikey is 5'7", Leo 6'4", Raph 6'6", and Donnie 6'8" (according to google)

Converting that to inches:

Mikey 67", Leo 74", Raph 76", and Donnie 78"

Now let's do some math:

30% of 67= 20.1; 40%=26.8

30% of 74= 22.2; 40%=29.6

30% of 76=22.8; 40%=30.4

30% of 78=23.4; 40% =31.2

Mikey's shlong= 20.1 inches to 26.8 inches

Leo's= 22.2 inches to 29.6 inches

Raph's= 22.8 inches to 30.4 inches

Donnie's= 23.4 inches to 31.2 inches

Converting that to the metric system:

51.05cm - 68.07cm

56.38cm - 75.18cm

57.91cm - 77.21cm

59.43cm - 79.24cm

Let's just say "ouch"👁👄👁

Revised Mikey length

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Am I crazy? Is that not a common phrase?

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Random Turtle Thoughts...

Adult Bayverse Mating Season HCs....

(Read at your own discretion)

mating season in total lasts close to roughly 2-2.5 months with 3 fever-pitch weeks

and the guys hate every single second of it

worse, season doesn’t box itself nicely in a set of this time to this time

it can vary – a lot

sometimes it hits the brothers all at once and they’re over it about the same time

other years they all start and finish up to three whole weeks apart from each other

and there’s no way to tell how it’s going to go

it’s 100% a wait-and-see aspect of their lives

the onset of season starts with natural coloration down each of their necks beginning to become highly pigmented

the stripes are always there, just extremely faint and nearly indiscernible from the rest of their more human-like skin between scales

by the time they hit rut though, each of the brothers have very vivid stripes stretching from their bottom lip down to the top of their plastron and spreading over the tops of their shoulders

at their lips the stripes are nearly white, shifting to bright yellow at their throats and then deepening into red the rest of the way down

the colors are striking and beautiful

even though none of the brothers think so

about a week before season really sets in, things in the lair get LOUD

they’re all feeling extra irritable and territorial, so rumbling growls, bared teeth, snarls and even hisses at one another are now the norm

they are all feeling the need to assert their dominance right now

most surprising in this, ESPECIALLY Mikey!

the normally fun-loving, light-hearted, sunshine boi loses every single shred of little brother energy and an entirely new side of him comes to the surface

Mikey suddenly becomes the big fish (or, erm, turtle) in the pond and isn’t afraid to remind his brothers of this (think mob boss Mikey)

at least for a little while

then, after a week or two, the fever-pitch weeks hit

if you’re close with the brothers but nothing more, they’ll ghost you

no calls, no texts, no surprise visits – NADA – like they vanished into thin air

only Splinter can be found in the lair

and he’s not breathing a word of where the brothers are

don’t forget – each turtle has his own private space away from the lair now (as I mentioned in a previous set of HCs)

patrols are also kept to their respective areas of the city during season

which is honestly cool with them as it satisfies the itch to “establish territory”

(they’ll still meet up and go out together like normal if the situation calls for it, though they’ll be huffy with each other the entire time)

now, if you’re in a relationship with one of them…

things will go one of two ways

either he’ll still ghost you (he may or may not tell you the real reason why)

OR

you’re in for an intense period of time

again, season doesn’t fit nicely in a predetermined time frame

so getting time off of work/totally freeing yourself from family and other adult obligations to be with him will be near impossible

at least for the full duration

most likely, he’ll have you join him in his own space whenever you can

(but expect angry tears and difficult goodbyes EVERY time you have to leave during season)

he tries not to be like that, really he does, with all his might, and yet still fails, he just can’t help it

another important thing to know, if you are joining him at ANY point during the fever-pitch weeks, do not expect anything other than being naked, on your hands and knees getting railed

this is mating season after all and his time with you is limited

he IS going to make the most of it

so there won’t be cuddles or sweet talking or foreplay or anything kinky right now

sorry my dear but nature takes over and he is breeding you

so I hope you like doggy style and repetition, cuz that’s what’s happening

each time only lasts about 15 minutes at best

but you only get a short break in between before he’s back for another round

and when I say short, I mean like enough time for you to grab your water bottle and take a swig before he’s pulling you back under him

and you’ll “lose” him each time as he goes into a sort of trance

he’ll only be himself for about two or three minutes between rounds

the only other real interaction you’ll get with him right now is when he chirps and huffs at you to let you know he wants more

this breeding is also a hands-free affair

seriously, he won’t touch you once he starts

his hands are kept solely to whatever surface he’s got you on

he is terrified he’ll get lost in what he’s doing and hurt you if he doesn’t

expect for him to practically be on top of you should you need to step away for a bathroom break or anything too

nature dictates to him that his body has to block yours from any other would-be mate

it can be annoying and make you feel claustrophobic

but do your best to be gentle with him, he’s all kinds of screwed up with hormones right now and believe me, he HATES that he can’t behave differently right now

once the fever-pitch weeks subside, prepare yourself for a whole new experience

cue your turtle going through violent mood swings and turbulent bouts of emotions

it’s kind of like being with someone who’s drunk and going through all the stages of grief at the same time

one minute he’ll be frisky and giddy, the next he’ll be mopey and standoffish, only to turn around and be sobbing into your lap the next

tread carefully here

making him feel like an idiot, when he himself already feels this way, during these weeks will severely damage your relationship

if not outright destroy it

and even though the brothers have all come back to the lair because they can stand one another again, you’ll still be shadowed and crowded whenever around anyone other than him

you’re consolation?

his wits are back and any more time you spend with him before season is over is spent focusing all on you

(so long as he is still getting to fill you full of fresh, hot cum)

expect praise, poetry, constant affirmations of his love for you, hugs, kisses, cuddles and whatever you want in whatever position you want

sounds amazing, but sorry to burst your bubble, it is still intense and can feel suffocating

 but I promise it gets easier with each season you spend with him

and it does nothing but renew his resolve to cherish you unconditionally every day after, still amazed at how unfathomably lucky he is to call you his

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Random Turtle Thought this evening....

Raph grumbles to himself all the way from the fridge, where he's snagged himself a beer, to the armchair where he drops himself. He's forcing air out his nostrils, trying to calm his breathing. Tries to focus on the liquid as it slides down his throat with each drink. One. Two. Breath. Three.

It's not helping.

He presses back farther into his chair. Spreads his legs a little farther apart. Props his elbows out over the armrests. Trying his best to make himself more comfortable.

Maybe that'd help him settle.

He's just pissed right now. Patrol sucked ass. Couple of dumbasses trying to get in the mix solely for the sake of catching it on video resulted in the muggers getting away. Flared nerves from disagreements over the calls made tonight didn't help. Fuck tonight.

He was just ticked. He just needed to calm down.

You couldn't muster a kind greeting to the brothers as you passed each of them in your silent pursuit to find Raph. Raw tears were too close to the surface. You could only nod in acknowledgement of them as you passed. Today had been a vicious bitch. But you wouldn't give those fuckers who'd given you so much hell today the satisfaction of breaking you down. So, fists clenched tight at your sides, you march about the lair to find him.

He wanted to be happy to see you. Honest to pizza gods he did. Wanted to give you a smile and greet you affectionately. He couldn't force himself to do it though. And you didn't offer a kind greeting to him either.

So he just watches you; mossy green eyes stitched with molten gold nearly glowing with roiling emotions just beneath the surface.

You wanted to smile at him. Wanted to feel giddy and wrap your arms around his neck. Pepper his face with sprinkles of kisses laced with giggles. Like you normally did. But you didn't have the heart to do it. If you let loose of the anger you were clinging too, you'd lose it. You couldn't. Wouldn't. No, you needed to keep your foul mood.

Raph says nothing as you snatch a blanket from the stack. Doesn't make any motion to invite you in as you draw closer. Neither opens himself up nor closes himself off as you begin to climb into his lap. He just sits still.

It's not exactly easy, to climb up into his lap, even though he's much bigger than you. You grunt and huff in irritation as you twist and wiggle, pulling the blanket up after you. Trying to find just the right way to sit, with no help from him.

An elbow presses against a fresh injury. Raph bares his teeth and growls.

He loves you. With all his heart. But he doesn't have the patience for this right now. He hasn't calmed down. He can't give you what you want.

You give a rumble in imitation of his growl back, but you freeze so as not to hurt him any more. He shifts under you. Growls again.

Another rumble of your own in response. You can't give him what he wants right now.

Glares at one another might look like the two of you are ready to fight to outside eyes. But this is you. This is Raph. He recognizes you're asking to please not be pushed away. To please have him pull you close. You understand he's asking for a minute. He needs a chance to just breathe. Just let go of what's got him riled up.

You don't ask. He doesn't ask. And that's okay. Neither of you are really interested in talking about it. Not now at least.

He shifts a little more. You wiggle again, trying to get comfortable. Another growl, though this one softer. You look up to him in silent apology. His gaze sweeps over you, gathers you're not actually mad.

The smallest gesture of reassurance he can offer right now, Raph's expression softens. And he stretches out to press his nose to yours. You accept, tears hot in the corners of your eyes, pressing back. Your hands cupping his face and holding him there.

A brief moment of stillness. Then with a deep sigh, one you know isn't directed at you, he falls back. And you nuzzle in, head tucked up tight under his chin. A strong arm encircles you. Brings you in tighter. You sweep your fingers in gentle strokes across his chest.

Slowly, delicately, he unwinds. And droplets softly fall from your eyes. This goes on a few moments more before he nudges you with his nose, causing you to turn your face up to him.

Lips press surely into yours. Volumes of all the things you both want to say communicated through the deepness of this kiss. Then, pulling fractional away, you both say, as you have so many times now, words so well known they might as well be engraved on your tongues.

"It's okay. I've got you. You're safe. You're mine. I've got you."

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Raph acts like you asked for a divorce (yall aren't even married) whenever you shave your mound. What do you mean you shaved? He doesn't care that it'll grow back, his favorite kitty's bald-

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April: don’t flirt with him

Me: I’m not gonna fli-

Me: jeez-US

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Fucking after they thought they lost you.

WARNINGS: NSFW | 18+ | thirtysomething ninja turtles | Drama? |

Leo holds you so tight it hurts. His thrusts are slow and sensual, sweet. Needy in a way that makes your heart ache. It's all soft moans, ragged breaths, and soft kisses ghosting your neck. Don't ever scare him like that again. Don't freakin' dare to leave. You belong here, warm and safe under him.

Raph kisses you as his very life hangs on your breath. Relentlessly bucking his hips, making sure to reach every sweet spot inside that pretty cunt until you're begging him to let you come. He will, so fuking good you'll be a mess when he's done with you, But first, you have to promise never to be that reckless again.

Donatello: What are the odds of a human surviving that? Little to zero, according to his calculations. Yet, here you are. And he’s learned something valuable: his heart is no longer only an internal organ. It's right here, in every breath you take, in the softness of your skin, in the beautiful way you squirm as he keeps abusing your clit. Fuck, he's never going through this again. He'll do better at keeping you safe.

Mikey: The tip of his cock kisses the softest part inside you as he keeps your legs wide open, rubbing his lower half over your clit as he moves. It feels so fucking good you don't care if you're drooling. Mikey bites your shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut as he focuses on the warmth of your walls sucking him deeper, needier—

"I'm close- "

"I know, I can feel it. Let go, angel— come for me,"

All the worries are drowned right there. You're here. You're his, you'll never be at such a risk again, it's a promise.

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Regarding this:

https://www.tumblr.com/donniesgirlie/746480101904072704/rando-4-nsfw-okokok-ok-so-in-the-2014-movie-when

Mikey is actually 6’1 (I’ve read everything bayverse related so many times that I’ve lost my mind. Again)

Thanks for the correction!💜

OG

Revised Mikey length:

6'1" = 73in

30% of 73 is 21.9in(55.63 cm)

40% of 73 is 29.2in(74.17cm)

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I FOUND IT!

If anyone wants it:

Here

Guys I need help finding a fic on here

It was bayverse tmnt with a reader who bites affectionately.

The request was something along the lines of the reader is cuddly and will randomly bite the boys after hugging them. That's all i can provide bc I wasn't able to read it since I accidently closed the tab before I could🥲

[donniesgirlie]

Guys I need help finding a fic on here

It was bayverse tmnt with a reader who bites affectionately.

The request was something along the lines of the reader is cuddly and will randomly bite the boys after hugging them. That's all i can provide bc I wasn't able to read it since I accidently closed the tab before I could🥲

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I feel like I'm in a Twilight Zone time loop😭😂

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Oiee sou naturalmente do Brasil,e não falo inglês muito então.... nem me atrevo a digitar no Google tradutor e passar aqui porque eu sei que o Google tradutor não é muito certo na tradução. Mas enfim eu vi seu blog maravilhoso e queria saber se você está com os pedidos abertos ainda🥺🙏🏻🇧🇷

Yes, my requests are open!

Sim, meus pedidos estão abertos!(?) (<- Google Translate🥲)

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Random Turtle Thoughts...

warnings: aftermath of an attack, shock, questionable moral standing, protective turtle

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Your ears were ringing. So intensely. Unable to muffle its painfully high whine, no matter how hard you pressed your hands into your head.

It was hard to breathe. Like your lungs had forgotten how to do it. The unconscious hindbrain forcing you to suck in again and again. Even if it felt like trying to get a deep gulp of oxygen through a stir straw.

The torn and ragged skin from where you had been violently dragged across the rough brick wall throbbed. The ache pulsing like a hot, stinging sleeve wrapped over your shoulder and arm.

The bright blood trickling from where the knife had pressed into your throat burned. Each fresh bead that thickened the crimson stream over the curve your collarbone, exposed from the tear in your shirt, seared against your somehow very cold skin.

Your shins felt wet beneath your torn jeans. More blood, a tiny voice in the recesses of your mind whispered. Knees, already swelling from the force of being thrown to the ground, screamed to quit bearing your weight. But you couldn't move. No matter how desperately you wanted to.

There were tears puddled on your lower lids. You could feel them. You knew they were there. But for some reason they seemed to refuse to fall. Frozen with you as you watched on in a stupor you knew should be interpreted as horror.

He finally stopped. And the world around the two of you fell quiet. His chest was heaving, but there was no sound as he glared down intently on the mass at his feet. Silently debating on whether or not he was satisfied he'd done enough.

But in all reality, there was nothing more to do. There wasn't much left to do anything to.

His eyes lifted to you. And his heart clenched painfully. Even more than the pressure of adrenaline swollen in his muscles from hearing you scream in terror. More than the tension of his rage, threatening to rip his sanity apart, at seeing you overtaken, almost stolen from him. Even more than the fear of if he could reaching you in time.

But what hurt more than all of that? Was to wonder if you were more shaken by your attack. Or his.

Turning away from the unrecognizable heap under him in disgust, he took a few careful steps to you. Rolling his shoulders forward and dropping his head. Trying to make himself smaller. Softer. Gentler.

Your sight didn't even focus on him as he came to stand just in front of you. Wide with fright, your eyes saw through him to what you knew lay just behind his mass. Forever unable to unsee what had just played out before you.

Your mouth open as if caught in a perpetual scream. Hands quaking as you tried to drop them away. It made more emotions than he was prepared to process right now flood his head.

Slowly, conscious of each and every moment, he leaned down to rest his head against yours. Bloodied hands hanging at his sides he didn't dare touch you any more. Not now. Not now.

The contact helped knock you loose a bit. A sob finally broke free. One hand shakily sought to touch him. Your eyes, though, couldn't pull away from the mangled corpse tangled in upon itself at the back of the ally.

Turning into your neck, he took a second to squeeze his eyes shut tight. To quiet the cacophony of noise in his mind. Ground himself. Reign everything back in.

Then he presses a hard kiss against your temple.

"Let me take you home." Voice foreign, he's not really sure what you'll hear in his tone. If anything.

Mouth still agape, you only nod. Then unsteadily turn away. Without a single glance back, you move in as if in a trance towards the manhole cover just a few feet away.

He does cast one look back before following close behind. Looking at the mess he's left for the police to find. Feeling what he knows should be disgust. Should be horror.

But what really just feels like safety, knowing your threat is gone.

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Random Turtle Thoughts...

NSFW (18+ only)

Sinfulness Below....

Wanna set the mood? Listen to Death of Peace of Mind by Bad Omens.... Happy Reading.

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You had never known addiction could be so consuming. So controlling. So demanding. So --- intoxicating.

Until you had him that is. That very first time the whole facade of "we're just friends, no way we want more" came crashing down in a torrent of heated need one night he returned you home from a movie marathon with the four. When his mouth had brushed so dangerously close past your lips as he lifted you inside your apartment window. It made his breath catch in his throat. He had told you he could smell what you were thinking. So he risked everything to brush his mouth past again. Temptation too much, you chased, wanting so much more.

And that was it. One time was all it took. You were hooked. Hopelessly. Stupidly. Addicted after just a single taste.

But life has a funny way of making you rethink your actions. Just as it only took one time to give in to all those desires, it only took one time to make you cut the line and reel everything back deep inside. Regretting having ever given air for the fire to breathe.

You were a risk to him. A weak spot. No matter how badly you wanted to be his everything, the inescapable truth was, you couldn't be without simultaneously being a liability. He'd come running if it was you. Even if it were to his inevitable demise.

Leo's eyes had looked so - broken - when you'd told him. The two of you couldn't be. He nodded. Acknowledged that your words were true. But his hand had clutched so tightly to your fingers, as he dared to beg for the two of you to still stay close. Stay in each other's lives.

Of course, you'd told him. How could you ever stand to lose him altogether? So that was how it stayed. Each of you playing your part.

Until the addiction came calling again. And what sweet, sweet relief there was in giving in. To have those lips, so soft in their conquest of your flesh. Those hands, so strong squeezing and kneading into your hips. His swollen member, leaking and throbbing, all in the want of you. The insatiable, inebriating allure of every nerve in your body drowning in bliss. The addiction taking you captive all over again.

Then you'd swear to each other that it wouldn't happen again once it was all over. Just a little slip. Wouldn't happen again. Just friends, right? Right.

Yeah right.

A secret. So secret. One you loved so fiercely. Too much to admit how much the back and forth of being then not hurt. How much you hated that it hurt. Hated that you couldn't be satisfied to just be his friend. His platonic friend.

Again and again the two of you would fall victim to the want. The need. To just give in. And be what you both wanted to be. A vicious cycle of recovery and relapse. Each time the pull greater than the last. Until the chase became almost as desirable as the act itself.

He'd claim you against the wall in the dojo. You'd slip into his room in the early hours of the morning. Sometimes he'd appear out of the shadows on your way home from work, and you'd find yourself stripped bare, your naked skin erupting in goosebumps from the kiss of the cold night air high atop some skyscraper. Only the heat of him thrusting deep into you to keep the real cold at bay. Other times you two would sneak off to some quiet corner in the lair with only moments of solitude to do the deed. The thrill of getting caught by any one of his brothers making his hand rest heavily over your mouth, cerulean orbs locked onto yours, daring you to whimper louder.

"Go ahead, princess," he'd huskily whisper. "Get loud. "I'm not the one with my legs spread wide. "

Then again, just as many times prior you'd both swear that was the last time. It had to be. The game, though exhilarating, was exhaustive all the same.

Six months now. Six months since the two of you caved to temptation. Though the thought of your flushed, conjoined, breathless forms was constantly present in your mind.

So you couldn't have him all the way. But that didn't mean you couldn't still play. Right?

That was right. And play you would.

Your fingertips would linger on his skin. Always with a suggestive glint to your eye. Allowing your touch to trail across his muscles until falling away, leaving static in the air.

Sitting near him, you'd take advantage to tease, rubbing the top of your foot up and down the back of his calf. Relishing the satisfaction of the ever so faint hitch to his breath at the contact. Biting your lip just enough for him to catch as he focused intently on you through the periphery of his vision.

Making a show of your pink tongue sliding slowly across your pout to moisten your lips when he was speaking to you. Curling them into a knowing smile at the nearly inperceptual tightening of his mouth as he stumbled over his words for a fraction of a second.

Casting bedroom eyes his way between banter with his brothers. Tilting your head just so, encouraging the lengths of your hair to fall to the side, exposing your neck and jaw to him in the way you would before. When his teeth would nip along your pulse. Before he'd sink his bite in. Just enough to pinch. Just enough to make you suck in a hot breath and plead for more.

Oh yes, you'd teased. So it shouldn't be any surprise to you. The position you found yourself in now.

On your knees, nails digging into Leo's thighs as tears streamed down your face. His fingers fisted in your hair at the back of your head. Holding you perfectly in place as he slid his cock back and forth, bumping the back of your throat again and again. The dangerous reflection of an alpha behind his hungry stare. One intent on taking what he wanted.

All the while your own excitement soaked your half ripped panties. Your wanting slick starting to trickle down your quivering thighs. The burning desire to be the best you had ever been for him. Always for him.

Nearly delirious now from the wish for friction you dropped one hand down. Seeking to slip your fingers past the hem of your ruined lingerie. But Leo caught you by the arm with his free hand. A dark smile splitting his face as you squirmed against his mass filling your mouth.

"Don't think so, petal. You've had your fun. Taunting me. Testing me. For months." His voice deepened. Nearly rumbled with a low growl. "Now it's my turn."

Moving so fast you almost couldn't process it, Leo pulled himself free from your lips with a pop and threw you back onto his bed. Massive hands tore the last bit of attire clinging to your curves then pressed your legs back. Leaving you inescapably exposed and spread wide.

"Mhmm," he groaned. "God, how I've missed this."

Wasting no time with finesse or delicateness, he plunged his tongue deep straight into your wet core. Immediately letting loose a forceful moan. One which instantly had you trembling, hands flying back to clutch his bedding, seeking to ground yourself on something - anything - as you came undone.

Before you had a chance to fall into rhythm with his minstrations, Leo was on the move again. Suddenly empty your eyes couldn't even open in surprise before his mouth was crashing against yours. Teeth clashing against one another's, so lost to the moment, you couldn't even care about the fact you could taste yourself.

Pressure from his thumb turned your chin away as he marked your neck in ravenous kisses. All the way down to your shoulder. Where you abruptly found one thick finger aggressively working your aching cunt with another pressing down on your tongue, encouraging you to suck, with a set of teeth in your shoulder.

Feeling wild and dizzy in the surging euphoria of it all, your eyes rolled back in your head. So very, very thankful to be at his mercy. Every nerve in your body screaming to combust, just so long as he kept making you feel so unbelievably good.

Yet again you felt him nearly rip himself away. Then you found yourself flipped over, face down into the mattress. Skilled fingers of one hand tangled themselves within your hair with the other pressed down the small of your back. One knee cupped against your hip, his other leg stretched behind. Then before any other thought could cross your mind, he was deep, deep inside. The faint burn from the stretch his girth caused conflicting against the pleasure of his thrusts stole your breath away.

For several moments the only sound of wet skin slapping against skin was all that met your ears. Until Leo tipped his hips just so and struck the perfect spot. Unable to keep from crying out, your body seized beneath his weight, whimpering through your orgasm.

The sounds of your bliss sent Leo over the edge only seconds later. Filling your quivering sex full of his white hot seed. Eyes squeezed shut, trying in vain to hold onto the rush of his relief. A few dopamine filled gasps broke free as Leo untangled his hand from the back of your head before the room fell into silence.

You lay still a moment. Enjoying how wonderful you felt. Then you became aware of feather light kisses being planted across your shoulders. A hum of appreciation. Then the weight of his head against your neck.

"I can't do this anymore." Leo's normally confident voice coming out small and injured. "I can't keep pretending this is okay. Like it doesn't rip my heart out every time we do this."

"Go back to being just friends?"

Only a small nod answered you.

"Then let's not."

His head shot up. Even though you couldn't really see him behind you, you knew his eyes were boring into you.

"You mean it?" Hopefull. Daring to believe your answer could be yes.

"Only if you do. I -,"

You couldn't finish your sentenxe before you found yourself flipped over again. A searing kiss pressing hard against your lips.

There was a lot the two of you needed to work out. But right now, all you think of was how good it felt to give in. To be what you wanted to be. To have what you wanted. Forever addicted to him. Only him.

You had never known addiction could be so intoxicating.

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Thinking about Donnie having a setup under his desk where you could be held in place, comfortable and secure with his cock in your mouth while he sits and works. Him teaching you how you breathe around it, how to relax your jaw and stay still while he uses you to warm his cock and occasionally thrusts into your throat. Getting you into the headspace where you feel so good being used. Strapping a vibrator to you and getting to feel your moans and whimpers around him. Murmuring little words of praise each time you come. Breathy curses as he grinds his hips, having to pause in his work because he just wants so badly to ruin you that he can barely focus but... not yet. A little longer, just a little longer. He's going to make sure you're nice and fucked out, unable to use that mouth for anything but sucking before he drags you out from under the desk, replaces the cock in your mouth with his fingers, and finally presses himself inside your cunt and fucks you like you want. He's going to make you forget you were ever anything other than his toy, make you forget that you exist for anything other than taking whatever he decides to give you. If he ever does leave your mouth unoccupied, the only words he ever wants to hear are "Yes Sir" and "Thank you."