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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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just some doodles

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girl help I'm having fic ideas incompatible with the amount of free time I currently have

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rb and tell me what’s your most re watched movie.. and be honest

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im truly going to do it this time

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Just dropping by with the life update.

Ya boy is engaged. 🥹

[moxfirefly]

bay!mikey x afab!reader

tags: bayverse mikey x reader, AFAB!reader, masturbating, dubcon(?) since it seems reader is unaware, squint and you'll see it isn't dubcon, buttdialing (...or is it), pining, explicit-ish, fantasising over a friend

words: 1272??? But then I edited so idk

summary: in hindsight, mikey really should've just hung up the phone.

Forcefully inspired by some discord chat about mikey and you playing games. so I guess this is a prologue to something like that.

"You want me to show you how to play Terraria?" you ask, voice carrying through the tiny speaker in his phone.

"Um... yes?" Mikey says, now feeling a little unsure.

There's a pause on the line where he expects your answer, so he taps his finger restlessly at the edge of his pants as he waits.

"... Okay!" you finally say. The word is a sweet release that unravels the knot he'd been so anxiously spinning in his gut.

Oh, thank god, he thinks, letting his shoulders slump. He really shouldn't feel so nervous asking you for something so simple like this. You're his friend, after all. His best friend. It's not like you haven't played video games with him before.

Except... it isn't the same as before, he thinks.

Before, he could effortlessly ask you to hang out with him at any given time, and more often than not, you would eagerly accept the invitation and join him for whatever game or activity he had lined up for the two of you to enjoy. Likewise, before, Mikey was always so willing and open to participating in any given activity that you wanted to do; gaming, yoga, cooking. If it meant spending time with you, Mikey was down, always.

And before...

...Before, Mikey could fantasise about getting his hands on you in secret. Almost like a treat for maintaining his good behaviour around you.

It isn't bad, right? he wonders. That he grants himself this small little piece of indulgence? After all, it's not that often he does it, since he still feels a bit guilty for it. But, admittedly, it is often enough to satisfy the growing urge he feels gnawing away at his insides.

Too many times now he's fantasised about holding you in ways that 'just' friends really shouldn't hold each other. Too many times, he's fantasised about kissing you in places other than your forehead and cheek; wondered how your tongue might taste against his...

Too many times...

He's dreamt about getting his hand in your panties. To feel the heat of your sex, wet and hot against his fingers as he fucks them into you and savours the sweet cries you let out before he fucks you slow and good with his cock.

What might that be like, he wonders, playing into the fantasy with each stroke of his cock. What might you feel like wrapped around him as he fucks up into you from below? As he uses you like the cute little cocksleeve that he knows you can be. God, how he'd love to see your tits bounce as you sit on his lap and let him put these strong thighs of his to good use; to fuck up into you before maybe even bending you over the couch and holding you close as he fucks you from behind.

Too many times... he's had this dirty little secret. The evidence of how he likes you a lot more than 'just a friend'.

This dirty little secret he's kept solely to himself. The one he's used for special occasions, like when the sight of your shirt rolling up over your belly was just a bit too much for his wanting eyes. Or when the smell of you lingered in his head for just a bit too long after you left him to his own company.

This is what brings him comfort as he lies awake at night, wondering, hoping, praying, that maybe someday you might reciprocate these intense desires he has for you.

That was until somehow, in some miracle of a way, you acted carelessly; you gave him more hope.

It was a phone call. Most definitely accidental, given what he'd heard on the line, but nonetheless, it was the catalyst that managed to break down the lock he had kept on all of these filthy desires of his; locked up and safe from the eyes of reality. Safe from you.

His initial reaction was to give a casual Hey, Starburst, what's up? Except, the second he hit the answer button to silence that sweet ringtone he has just for your number, his words falter in light of your own.

Well... in light of your sounds, that is.

At first, he thinks maybe you’re in trouble. Panic shoots through his whole body at the thought. But as he listens, he thinks maybe you’re just breathless. Out on a run maybe, or doing a really hard yoga move. But then... oh... then, he realises.

The way you call out his name, like you're holding yourself on the edge between this world and the next, letting jagged breaths fall from your mouth like sharp cuts of air, desperate at first, before letting them morph into breathy little sighs of pleasure. Each sound is like a plea for something more, something to satisfy whatever it is you need. And consequently, each one is like a sobering hit to the face that has Mikey seeing through an unfocused lens.

"Mikey... please—" you gasp into the privacy of your room.

Almost immediately, Mikey absconds from the arcade where he had been messing around with Raph, saying he has something urgent to take care of as he goes to lock himself in his room.

Stumbling towards the bed and trying to keep silent as he holds the phone to his ear, Mikey frantically removes pieces of clothing from his body. Being careful so as to not make a sound, he listened intently to the soft noises you'd made on the other end of the line as he fingered himself to drop.

It didn't take much to come, especially since he was now actually hearing you make those sexy sounds he liked to imagine, with his name in the mix no less.

Coming hard to the sound of your orgasm, Mikey had been careful so as to stunt his own voice, needing to bite down on his arm when he wanted to say your name and confess to you just how much he liked you. It took every ounce of his willpower to stay quiet. To not startle you with this reveal, especially since you'd be relishing in the bliss of your own high too.

…He hung up the phone quickly after, hoping that you wouldn't notice the fact that you'd been on a call with him all that time.

Except, of course, he hadn't accounted for the call to be logged.

Surely, at some point, you would eventually see that you'd been on the phone with Mikey during a very private moment that he's most certain he wasn't supposed to hear. Surely you'll see the call time, the time stamp, and wonder whether he heard you masturbating as you called out his name and begged for him to fuck you. Surely… you'll think badly of him for not having said something, or hung up the phone the second he realised what was happening…

So naturally, Mikey did the only thing he could reason to do. He gave you space. Waited it out for you to make the first move, being too scared to act first on his own.

And now, finally, you've called him, breaking the cold silence between you both with a warm voice as if nothing at all has happened.

You don’t know, he thinks. You don't know that he was listening intently to the sound of you getting off, and consequently jerking himself off to it too.

"So... tonight? In the lair?" he asks, following the request for you to teach him how to play a game that you're so much better at than he is.

"Yeah! I'll see you then," you say, sounding so casual, so like yourself. It plants an idea.

He wonders, just a little, if maybe you really don't know what it is you did—what it is he heard. And he wonders, if maybe— just maybe—he can get you to make those sounds again with his hands.

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The 3 important B’s

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Donatello (NSFW Alphabet)

Bayverse Donatello x F!Reader

Donatello is a giving, fast-paced, enthusiastic character that has tendencies to people-please; with a deep seated desire to belong. I see him being a submissive lover most of the time; needing the freedom from his busy brain and busy life. Donnie would give in to anything his lover would need from him. But you would also notice he struggles to indulge in taking what he wants, in fear of inconveniencing, pressuring, or disgusting you. Which makes those occasional moments when he takes over and give in to his dominant urges all the more delicious. 

Brief mentions of masochism, somnophilia, bondage, pegging and exhibitionalism. Word count: 2200. 

Enjoy!

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) - After sex Donnie is a dumbass. Doesn’t matter what kind of sex. He’s fucked out and a bit of a goofball, so you will get cuddles and jokes and he will make you laugh. But until you ask, he’s not thinking about the mess at all. Or about water. Or food. Or anything really. It’s when you actually ask, “Babe, I can’t move, will you please grab-” He will first be horrified, then he will SCRAMBLE out of bed. He’ll wack his head against a light or something or trip over his underwear flat on his face- he’s so fucking cute. 

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) - If you compliment anything about his physical appearance or physic, he says stuff like “Naww.” “Staap.” “No you don’t.” But he loves the size difference. He loves how small you look against him and in his bed. Sometimes he stares at how big his hands and fingers are while fingering your little pussy and he goes brain dead. 

C- Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) - Donnie whimpers, shakes, and moves a lot during orgasm. He can’t help it. It’s one of those moments he is 100000% completely, utterly checked out. It’s so fucking hot. He also needs to be holding something. Always. He prefers to grab you into a tight, shakey hug. But if he can’t do that, he also grabs his own head and face. Donnie has also bent metal before, broken handcuffs and torn rope. He’s replaced your headboard twice now. Bit of a head pusher, so unless you are into that, tie him up or tell him to hang on to something.

D - Dirty Secret - He would love to be pegged. Already loves it when you finger and eat out his cloaca, so having you in control of his pleasure and body? It drives him insane. 

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) - Donnie’s nature is to research and to meet head-on. Between all the long term-relationship, healthy sex-life, deep-dive research (and his porn consumption); he is actually pretty prepared to have good sex. But what makes sex and his first-time terrifying is the turtle thing, his fear of you thinking he’s ugly and disgusting, and not being good for you.. His trauma and sensitive nature is completely exposed those first few times. So you taking the lead and being in charge was his saving grace. 

F - Favorite Position - Donnie does not have a favorite. He loves to change things up. But he does have a tendency to fall into a routine, and succums pleasure and intimacy. He’s not stopping a fuck to change up the position unless you tell him to do so. 

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous) - Depends on how much stress he is under and how much sleep he has had. If he is well rested and life is being a little more on the good side, he is incredibly playful and cute. But if he hasn’t slept in two days, sex is overwhelming and intense and he needs that burst of good chemicals. If he is being cute and dorky while life is falling apart, its always before you start getting in his pants and directly after you’ve both finished. 

H - Hair - He doesn’t care

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect) - Sex is one of the few ways you can easily pull him out of his head, so it does get intense for him. Donnie’s brain checks out once shit gets rolling, and he stays checked out when you take the lead; which is something he desperately needs. But those moments when he needs to take for once instead of give, you gotta be prepared for the most intense fucking of your life. 

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) - Donnie is the one who is a little more sloppy and risky when it comes to jerking off. Because when he needs it, he needs it, okay? He loses brain cells when he’s horney, so jerking off in his lab when one of his brothers is still awake in the kitchen over there starts feeling like a good idea. Post-nut clarity hits Donnie so hard when he’s by himself. It’s hilarious. 

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks) - Donnie is a kinky mother fucker, okay, and he is so shy about it. He will not put in requests. You will have to get it out of him, because he feels a bit of shame in that he wants to be on the receiving end of things, usually. He’s into sensory deprivation, bondage, exhibitionalism, toys, somnophilia, masochism, breeding, free-use, phone sex, all of it. 

L - Location (Favorite places to do the do) - Okay, so you gotta be careful because if you get Donnie horny enough, anywhere starts looking like ‘this will do’. It can get him in trouble, and you’re gonna have to call the shots on that one. But he does get pretty paranoid in the lair and lack of privacy, so a bedroom will be best for a while. Let him get more confident in his body and his relationship with you before y’all start getting crazy.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) - In a scenario in which he is glued to the screens and you need lovin’s; praise. Pet names. Tracing his neck or arms. It will get his attention super fast. Everytime. He is also always horny waking up, but he is not a morning person, so you will have to do most of the work. But his noises and desperation are always worth it. 

N - NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs) - He doesn't like being hit, or in pain; and actually being restrained is horrifying to him. If he can’t actually snap the handcuffs or rope, and he’s being held down- things go from sexy to he doesn't want to be touched for three days. It’s a fine line, one that he didn’t know existed until it happened. Unaddressed trauma, you know?

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) - Donnie fucking loves head, okay? One of his longest fantasies was having a partner suck him off while he games. It’s a classic. And he loves giving you head, and takes massive pride in being the best there possibly is at giving it to him. 

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual) - All of it. All of it. There are moments when he needs to take over, and he does get intense. But even in his most needy moments- it still doesn’t mean he’s rough. He definitely can be- but it all depends on the mood and the scenario and what you need. He’s all over. 

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often.) - He has some trouble initiating. The fear of inconveniencing you or being overly needy is prevalent in his heart. Especially at the beginning. So even if he is insanely, deliriously horny for you, he’s gonna struggle asking for relief. However, if you initiate- he’s all in. He will do whatever, whenever, however. Just keep touching him. Tell him what you need, what he should do. He will be there, please, baby. 

R - Risk (Are they game to experience, do they take risks.) - If you need him and your in charge, he gets a little pussy drunk. He will want to do whatever you want, whenever you want. He does have some fantasies of having you in semi-public areas (like his truck on a road trip). But not only does he secretly want to try everything in the book, but he is here to please you. He wants you and he wants to be yours. Ask him and he will be of service. 

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last) - Donnie possesses athleticism on a level that is otherworldly. You are dating a superhero. So his stamina shows it. He can have sex all day, and be running around saving the world after. The question is, when does he find time to sleep. So sometimes, fucking him should be a seque to getting him to passing out, at last.  

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves) - Donnie loves toys. Loves using them on you, loves it when you use them on him. He kinda likes the thought of building sophisticated ones for you to enjoy. He likes to watch you use toys on yourself, he likes you watching him use them- he adores it all. The introduction of toys in the bedroom was very quick, and he’d have a collection somewhere very, super hidden. 

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease) - He doesn’t like to tease you at all. He’s not the type. What you ask of him is exactly what he will give, so he struggles to deny you pleasure. However, he kinda loves when you tease him. Flirting with him, denying him, teasing him, edging him all get him feeling super hot. You become his whole world when you do, and that’s exactly how he likes it. 

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) - Donnie whimpers. He is the most gorgeous whimperer in the entire planet. He shakes and whines and moans, and he begs. His voice can get super low and then can get high and whispery- you have told him several times he could make audio porn and he doesn’t believe you. He gets a little insecure about it, because most of the time he doesn’t have a whole lot of brain power to control that. 

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) - He was fucking you hard in the back of the lab. On the old cot he kept there for emergency uses. He was getting so riled up that his brothers, just outside, were in danger of overhearing his whispers and whines. Your solution? You grabbed his face hard, yanking him close with your palm cupped over his mouth with your other hand cupping the nape of his neck. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, falling further into your shoulder and bracing under the new wave of arousal while his thrusts quickened with desperation. “That’s it, baby.” You whispered, struggling to keep quiet yourself. “That’s it, good boy, sweetheart…fuck-”

X -X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) - Team cloaca. He has a cloaca just under the plates of his plastron. His dick is HUGE, and gorgeously dark purple, and there is a reason it needs to be packed away. It takes a lot of time and a lot of patience, even with the assist of his and your natural lubrication, it takes a while to get his huge size inside of you. 

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive) - In the beginning, you are all Donnie could think about. He wanted you so badly, and he wanted you to want him. He had trouble focusing on tasks he had never had a problem focusing on before. He wasn’t getting things done, he was messing up more during training, and he had troubles not talking about you to others. But after things have been official for a while, that fades to a much more healthy amount. But he does have an issue getting lost in his interests, projects and duties. His sex drive is high, but he has attention issues lol. 

Z - ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards) - Donnie is a sleep deprived monster. While he can continue on after sex as if nothing happened (he does that a lot), sex is one of the only things that will actually put him to sleep quickly. So if that is your objective, after he orgasms…when he’s still shaky and out of breath- all you gotta do is rub his shoulders, kiss his face and pull him into a tight hug, prevent him from getting too goofy, and it’s over. If you are under him, he can fall asleep on top of you. If you two are curled up in the lab chair, he will pass out with his head on your shoulder. If you guys are on the couch, he will drop out, his mouth open and glasses skewed with you on his chest. He is always a hard sleeper, so getting him to wake up especially after a good fuck- is damn near impossible. But it’s also something that honestly, while you stare down at his cute face snoozing away, waking him up is the last thing that you want to do. 

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Headcanon Prompts

Ok so since I have no ideas for headcanons at the moment, I wanna ask you guys to send in some requests. Just send in a number and a character’s name and I’ll do your request as soon as I can! Or if you wanna use these questions for your own blog go ahead!

How do they feel about people shorter/taller than them?

What are they like on social media? (What’s their username, profile pic, etc.)

Their sexuality?

Preferred weather?

What’s their sleeping schedule?

Favorite music?

How’s their cooking?

It’s movie night, what movie do they pick?

How would they hold up in a pillow war?

What’s their sleeping position?

Who do they go to for comfort?

Something small that they enjoy?

How do they feel about physical contact by others?

What is enough to bring them to tears?

Biggest pet peeve?

How well do they take care of themselves?

What’s something they like that may be surprising to others?

Do they consider others family?

Any bad habits that they have?

What’s their idea of a perfect vacation?

Do they get lost easily? Will they ask for directions if they are?

The strangest thing they have ever seen?

How well do they accept advice?

How much do they swear?

How do they take advice given to them?

Do they like being in pictures?

Is there anything they’re bad at?

What’s their morning schedule?

Any past injuries?

Something that disgusts them?

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Forgot I had some bayverse turtlzzzz in my sleeve

I wuv them

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LEO IN TMNT (2007) requested by anonymous

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your honor, my client pleads “whoopsie daisy”

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TMNT GIF / Pic Ask Game!

Send asks, and the receiver must reply with a GIF or picture of the answer! Please reblog to spread the love around!

What is your all-time favorite TMNT version (screen or print)?

What version do you feel needs more attention (screen or print)?

Which is your favorite turtle from any version?

What version of Leonardo is your favorite?

What version of Raphael is your favorite?

What version of Donatello is your favorite?

What version of Michelangelo is your favorite?

What version of Splinter is your favorite?

What version of April is your favorite?

What version of Casey is your favorite?

What version of Shredder is your favorite?

Who is your favorite minor or recurring character?

Who, besides Shredder, is your favorite bad guy?

Who are your favorite duo (non-shipping)?

Show us a piece of TMNT-related merchandise that you own

What was the first TMNT show/movie you ever watched?

What was the most recent TMNT show/movie you watched?

What TMNT show/movie would you like to watch right now?

Show us your most recently saved TMNT pic or GIF

What show/movie would you like the TMNT to crossover with?

What outside character would you like to see meet the TMNT?

Show us a picture of one of your TMNT OCs (if you have one)

Show us a picture of your TMNT AU (if you have one)

Show us your most recently updated TMNT fic (if you have one)

Show us what your reaction would be if you met the TMNT

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