Can you draw what all the turtles look like sleeping with Splinter?
I got a new little portable drawing tablet so I thought I'd give you guys a quick doodle~
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abby walks into the bedroom on Christmas morning, Santa hat on her head, a cup of warm hot chocolate in her hand for you, and she’s got her strap on shamelessly. ribbon wrapped around the silicone, and a bow neatly placed on the tip.
“Merry Christmas, sweet girl”
yeah, that’s the tweet.
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tw: rape/noncon, dead dove: do not eat
gaz would be such a brutal, mean rapist... 🎀
he'd be so horny. with such a high libido, he needs to find an outlet — something to dump his hot, sticky load into. he's especially rapey when he's drunk; constantly laughing at whatever and undressing you with his eyes at a bar with the 141, attempting to hide his thick, hard bulge while taunting you.
and you can never fully fight him off. his grip on your wrists is insanely tight, firmly holding you down whilst ploughing into you, with one hand covering your mouth as he rapes you, using your body for his own selfish gratification. he doesn't even feel guilty; he feels better, pleasured, trying to convince you that it's alright because... well, you're friends, right?
he won't hesitate to orally rape you if you speak back to him. you're just a filthy, dumb toy for him to use — so either keep that mouth shut, or let him use it.
“told ya’ to be quiet, dove...” he chuckles softly and drunkenly, looking down at you as he corners your head in with his thighs, feeling your hands grip his hips, tears streaming down your cheek as you slobber and drool and spit all over yourself, gagging on the thick amounts of cum running down your throat, leaving your voice raspy.
sometimes he'll rape you in the barracks, whilst everyone is sound asleep, unaware to your pain. there's been times where another recruit will find out, and instead of protecting you, they'll join in. it's incredibly awkward when johnny looks at you with a drunken smirk, desperate to feel your gummy walls after hearing how good they feel — he needs to feel it for himself, dove...
occasionally, you're drunk and bouncing on his veiny, lengthy cock, too vulnerable and drunk to make a choice like this. he'll even tell you that he didn't want it, to fuck with your head and see you sobbing and apologising profusely. of course, he was the one who coerced you into having sex with him, he most definitely wanted it. but, what do you know? you just need to make it up to him, by sucking him off nicely!
gaz will shape you into a shell of your previous self, completely numb and weak against him.
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there is destiel everywhere for those with the eyes to see
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