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Mating Season

Bayverse Mikey x reader for the March fic event! No warnings apply. Some pinning by the wrists. Enjoy Spoon's First Smut!

Michelangelo had thought mating season was hard since he'd first gone through it. The insatiable desire, the rise in territorial behavior, the pining Yeah, Michelangelo would have said that mating season was difficult for him, back then.

But then he met you.

If he'd thought that mating season was difficult before, well. Now it was a whole new league beyond difficult. More like impossible. Taking care of himself alone had been hard enough when he didn't have an image in his mind, didn't have all these fantasies of what it would be like if you were the one working his cock instead. On top of being horny and territorial and pining, now he had to physically refrain from seeking you out and claiming you as his. Working your sweet cunt with his mouth until you cum on his face. Pinning you down and sliding his cock into your pussy, feeling how absolutely drenched you'd be for him as he enters you slowly - so agonizingly slowly. Feeling the way his cock fills your pussy, the way you squirm with pleasure beneath him. Clawing at him, raking your nails down his arms as you come undone from his bare cock alone. He knew he shouldn't be picturing you like this, shouldn't be stroking his cock and rutting into his pillow and running his fingers along the edges of his tender slit to thoughts of you like this, but he found himself powerless to resist. All he wanted was to claim you.

Especially now.

His season had come on earlier than usual. He should have expected it. It was always that way when one of his brothers had found someone they had feelings for, yet somehow it had still managed to blindside him. You had been in the dojo with them, it had started out innocent enough. Practicing moves to thwart potential attackers. But when you'd failed to execute the movement correctly and he had managed to overpower you and pin you to the mat, it had been all he could do to release you and hope you hadn't noticed - hadn't seen the way his pupils had blown so wide his irises were all but gone, hadn't felt how slick he'd become with your thigh between his legs, hadn't noticed the (hopefully) subtle stutter of his hips at the feeling. You hadn't said anything, hadn't acted strangely or treated him any differently, so he assumed he'd gotten away with it. He was a ninja, after all. What was a small bout of arousal between friends, anyway? Your scent still lingered softly in his room, and it wore away at his composure. Drove him to run his fingers up and down his slit as he recalled the image of you pinned beneath him. Dip them in as he imagined taking you there in front of his brothers, so everyone would know you were his. The image of you writhing beneath him, calling his name out eagerly as he took you, had him pumping his digit fully in and out now.

He definitely shouldn't be answering a phone call from you while knuckle deep inside himself. “Heeeey babes,” his voice comes out breathy, almost hoarse to his own ears, “what's up?”

“You. Me. Pizza. Popcorn. Movie marathon.” Your voice is light, casual even. You haven't seemed to notice he's out of sorts yet. Haven't noticed how just hearing your voice is enough to almost make him drop for you right now.

“Uhhhhh,” Mikey looks down at himself, sees the desperate way his fingers are plunged inside, see the wrinkles in the sheets from the death grip he'd had on them right before you'd called. “Maybe not tonight, angelcakes. I'm, uh. I'm not feeling so great. Might be coming down with something.” Only half a lie. He felt amazing. On fire, even. Couldn't stop picturing your perfect tits.

“Please, Mikey?” Oh. If he thought he was closing to dropping before, well. Your voice is so sweet. Tantalizing, even. He imagines those words pouring out of your lips over and over again as he teases your slit with his cock. “Besides. I already picked up your favorites and I'm about 5 minutes away. Be a real shame to let this pepperoni extra cheese go to waste.”

He shouldn't. He knew he shouldn't. But. He was hungry. In so many ways. “Just, uh. Just give me a couple minutes to take a shower.”

“Deal.” Click.

Mikey had never moved so fast in his life. He couldn't risk you showing up when he was still so close to dropping over thoughts of you. A nice, innocent shower should do the trick. Except he made the mistake of picturing you walking in on him. Stripping yourself of your clothing. Sauntering towards him. Stepping into the shower with him. He found himself imagining the way the water would look as it runs down your beautiful, soft skin. Each droplet beading up nice and fat before sliding down over your shoulder, down the smooth expanse of your back, over the swell of your ass. Another sliding down over your collarbone, catching a little for a moment before continuing it's path downwards. Down to the soft, soft skin of your breast. Slowly sliding it's way between them, another droplet rolling over the top and resting on your pert little nipple - perched perfectly, tantalizingly for a brief second before plunging down, down, down to slide its way over your sweet sex. Unable to contain himself any longer, he dropped eagerly into his own waiting hand. Long, thick strokes of his cock as he imagined himself in place of those water droplets. His hands exploring the curve of your ass. His mouth wandering deliciously across your chest. Tasting your breasts, teasing your nipples, licking at the sultry meal that would be your sweet sweet cunt - if only he could get his mouth on it. He'd eat you out for hours. Faster strokes now as he imagined the sounds you might make, imagined the way your eyes would look at him as you begged him for his cock. Begged him to fuck you. You'd be so needy for him. He could make you so needy for him. You’d be such a pretty little thing, begging for him. Such a good girl.

So much for a nice, innocent shower. He really needed to hurry now if he was going to clean up the mess he'd just painted all over the shower wall and regain his composure before you got here.

You walked into the lair just in time to greet Mikey as he exited the bathroom. Something seemed… different about him. Maybe it was the way the last bits of steam still followed him, silhouetting his form with soft and hazy light which almost seemed to make him glow. Or maybe it was that his already impressive physique seemed somehow more imposing, more impressive - as if he were standing straighter than usual, muscles seemingly more defined than you recalled. Whatever it was, he looked good. You found yourself already missing him, knowing he would be hiding himself away soon for whatever secret spring ritual he and his brothers participated in every year. It would be a lonely week, and you would be left with yet another chance to try to cleanse your system of this secret crush you had on the youngest brother.

“Hey, babes!” Mikey called out to you. You must still be imagining things, because something about his tone sounded almost sultry.

“I heard a certain ninja turtle needed a pick me up.” Shaking the thoughts of your rampant crush on him from your head, you raised the pizza boxes in invitation. Mikey’s responding smile was dazzling. Brighter than the sun - and you were a sunflower, ever turning towards him in hopes of catching a mere glimpse of his splendor. He strode across the room towards you, reaching for the pizza in your hands per usual and pretending to take them from you like a gentleman just so he could steal a couple of slices from yours. Except he didn't engage in his usual antics. Instead he was simply standing there with the pizza boxes in hand, still as a statue. You look up, concern in your eyes, only to find his eyes locked on you. He was staring, staring, staring. The heat of his gaze had you blushing faintly. You found yourself wishing he'd stare at you like that more often.

Mikey’s eyes dragged their way across your form, drinking you in like he was a dying man in search of water and you were his oasis. “Are you … doing okay?” You ask him in a voice that is far too revealing of your inner thoughts, and his gaze snaps to your lips.

“Yeah,” he says, his tone dreamy and a little far-off as he stares, stares, stares before tearing his eyes up to meet your own, “Just … feeling a little out of sorts.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

The question was innocent. Mikey could see it in your eyes. His thoughts, though, were another matter entirely. He could think of several things you could do to help. Starting with those pretty lips of yours. For one fraught moment, he considers asking. Considers telling you exactly what you could do to help. “Not really,” he tells you instead.

You don't quite believe him, but you let it go. Together, you settle on the couch to eat your pizza. Mikey turns on his favorite movie series, but when his usual animated antics fail to appear, you realize that he isn't really paying attention. Where he would usually be deeply engrossed in the action, you find his face contemplative. Despite the fact that his gaze is firmly locked on the television, you get the distinct impression that he is watching you instead. As the movie continues, you develop a niggling feeling that Mikey is sitting even closer to you than normal, invading your space in a way that feels far more intentional than usual.

Over the course of the second movie, your suspicions are confirmed. Slowly but deliberately, he works his arm around your shoulders. You feel the soft skin of his side between his plastron and shell press softly against you as his large, strong arm encases you. Still, his eyes remain focused on the film. You dare only a glance or two at his face, afraid that drawing attention to his actions would only cause him to withdraw.

Mikey had intended to watch the movie. Tried to, even. Gave it his best shot, really. You were just so intoxicating. The heat from your body beside him had his mind racing. What would that heat feel like, wrapped around his rock hard cock as he fucked you? He couldn't help but wonder. Would the smooth expanse of your back be as soft as your shoulders were beneath his arm? He found himself imagining it, picturing what you would look like with your back to him as he bent you over the couch and fucked you roughly from behind. Trailing sweet kisses up your spine, working your cunt with his shaft until you come undone beneath him as he bites down to leave a love mark at the curve of your throat.

His self-control falters, and he brushes his snout across your neck to inhale deeply where he'd just imagined sinking his teeth into your neck. Heat rises to your cheeks at the sensation. Clearing your throat to try to hide the needy whimper that escaped you, you turn your eyes shyly to him.

The heat in his gaze pins you down almost as easily as his wrists had. It happened so fast you hadn't even fully processed it before the heat began to pool in your core. The moment your eyes had met his, he'd grabbed you by the wrists and pinned you beneath him on the couch. His thigh pressed deliciously against your core as he stared down at you, stock-still. You saw that look on his face again, his pupils blown so wide his irises were all but gone. This time, though, you felt how slick he'd become with your thigh between his legs, the subtle stutter of his hips at the feeling of the skin of your thigh pressing into him beneath the now raised hem of your clothing. It mirrored the wetness of your own core pressing into his thigh, and your breath caught in your chest with the feeling.

Your voice was small, strangled by your arousal as he kept you there, pinned down beneath him. “Mikey?”

Sucking in a shuddering breath, he fights to control himself. He can feel it - the way your presence makes him go absolutely feral. “I’m sorry, babes. You're just so irresistible. It's like trying not to eat your dessert before dinner.” His voice comes out a rough whisper as he buries his face in the side of your neck. The sensation of his hot, heavy breath on your neck sends goosebumps down your spine.

“Mikey?” Your voice calls to him again, confusion in your tone as your now incredibly flustered mind struggles to catch up to his meaning, hoping he'll anchor you. His hips stutter against your thigh again at the sound of his name on your lips, less subtle than before, spreading the wetness from his arousal farther up your leg. The small gasp it earns him is like music, singing him the song of your pleasure. Your legs spread incrementally, allowing his thigh to push just a little harder into your core and earning a sudden rush of arousal between your folds. The sweet scent of it reaches his nose, and he freezes.

“Mikey?” You try again, voice sounding a little less confused and a little more needy.

He doesn't hear you, far too gone in the decadence of the thought that you wanted him. Michelangelo could smell the way you had gotten aroused - for him. It was all he could do to hold himself completely still above you, to prevent himself from simply taking you here and now. A shock of pleasure shoots down his spine as he feels your thigh raise ever so slightly, giving him a modicum of beautiful friction against his slit. His breath shudders out of his chest as if you've wounded him. He hears the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears, his pulse heavy and strong. Your lips were moving now. You were talking to him, he realizes. What were you saying?

“Mikey, what's going on?”

He hears the uncertainty beneath the arousal in your tone, and it's enough to let him regain control of himself and slowly ease his body off of yours. With a deep, slow breath to center himself once more, he brings his eyes to look at you. Part of him is afraid of what he might find in your gaze after his rather forward display of need. He finds only confusion and an undercurrent of desire on your face. “You know how we, uh, disappear every spring?” His voice is quiet, almost tender as he broaches the subject. You nod, encouraging him to continue. He stares at his hands and plays with his thumbs as he thinks about how to say this. “And you know how we're… not really human?”

“Mikey.” Your voice is both scolding and encouraging.

Right. He's been stating the obvious. His eyes find yours again, pupils still blown wide. He might as well just get it over with. “It's mating season.”

“What?”

It takes him a second to decipher your reaction, but there's no judgment in your tone. Only surprise. Mikey nods once, slowly. “It's not usually for another week, but. Uh. Mine came a little early this year.” His eyes study every movement you make, gauging how well you're taking this. A small part of him dares to hope.

Brow furrowing, you stare back at him. “Why is it early? Has that ever happened before?”

“It's, uhhh,” he hesitates, looking away for a moment before continuing, “It's because of you.” Your stunned silence is everything except reassuring, but he tries to explain himself anyway. “When we find somebody we want to be our mate, it sort of … kickstarts our season early. Gives us more time or something, Donnie said.”

Once. Twice. Three times you blink slowly at him, letting his words sink in. Michelangelo wants you to be his mate. “What does that, uh. Entail, I guess? Wanting me to be your mate. What does that mean?” Your voice is a little strangled, and you wonder briefly if you're dreaming about him again.

For the first time since you've known him, Mikey looks almost embarassed. “It, uh. It means I want to have sex with you. Like, really bad. Really bad. Because…” his voice trails off as he stares into your eyes. There's something tender and vulnerable in his gaze. His hand raises to brush softly against your cheek, resting along your jawline. One deep breath. It's now or never, he figures. “Because I am super in love with you, babes.”

Of all the ways he'd imagined you might react, extended silence was not one of them. Throwing yourself passionately at him to give him a kiss, maybe, or slapping him and leaving if he'd totally misread you. But a long beat of silence was definitely not what he had anticipated. He probably would have preferred the slap. He definitely would have preferred the kiss.

Finally you heave in one long, ragged breath. “Am I dreaming?”

Mikey laughs at that. “Do you dream about a super cool mutant ninja turtle confessing his love to you super romantically often, angelcakes?”

“Yes.” You breathe out empathically.

The laughter in his chest snuffs out instantly. Oh. His next move is all primal instinct, caging you in beneath him as he pins you to the couch once more, eyes staring hungrily into your own as he silently asks you for permission - asks you to please, want him as badly as he needs you. Your fingers trace along his face, over his cheekbones and down to ghost along his jawline before sliding around to the back of his skull and pulling him by the nape of his neck to come crashing into you.

Nothing has ever felt as good as your lips sliding softly against his, he thinks. Eagerly, he kisses you back. Over and over, lips slotting together like you were made specifically to kiss him. Made for this moment, with him. His tongue darts out to taste your lips, asking you to let him slide it in to to explore your mouth. Begging, really. When you part your lips so willingly for him, he thinks he may have actually died. Surely, this is what heaven was like. Eagerly, he explores the taste of you. When your tongue slides along his own, dancing its way into his mouth, he feels like he could cry with joy. Your hands slide their way across his wrists, up along the muscles of his arms, over the expanse of his shoulders to rest once more at the back of his neck. He revels in the feeling of your hands on him, exploring his body with desire. His hands move to your waist, tightening his grip as he feels your hips buck up into him ever so slightly.

His breath comes in large, ragged heaves when he breaks away from you. His forehead rests gingerly against your own as he stares piercingly into your eyes. “Are you sure, angel? You want me - like, really want me? For good and everything?” He hesitates, fighting the need to plunge back into your eager mouth. “Because I can't go back, babes. I need you to be sure.”

Hands come forward, away from his neck, pulling his face so that you can really get a good look at him. So that he can see you mean it. “Michelangelo, I have wanted you for months. I have never been more sure of anything than I am sure that I want you. All of you.” You smile softly at him. “For good and everything.”

Mikey’s hands wrap around your waist as his mouth crashes back to yours, picking you up off the couch. It was exhilarating, the way he lifted you as if you weighed nothing to him. Your lips chase his eagerly as he stands. You wrap your legs around his waist to press your heels against the back of his shell. Carrying you like that, he brings you to his bedroom and shuts the door with a kick of his foot. He tosses you onto his bed as easily as anything, and you feel a surge of desire once more at the strength he possesses and the knowledge that he would never use it to bring you harm. Large hands envelope your wrists as he pins you to his bed.

Michelangelo is a quick study, and he's already learned how much you like it when he pins you down. His lips ghost across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake and making you shiver with pleasure. “I've been dreaming about this all day, baby girl. I can't wait to taste you.” He captures your lips in an almost possessive kiss.

You smirk softly into his kiss, moaning at the feeling of his body pressed against yours like this. “Dreaming about what, Mikey?” Your tone is sultry, seductive.

A bright, toothy smile has his face practically glowing at your words. Your eyes go to his dimples. “Fuck, babes,” he groans, “what haven't I dreamed about. Let's see.” Smirking, his dimples now on full display, he pauses as he pretends to think before continuing in a low voice. “Been dreaming about what an absolute meal you'd be with that pretty little pussy cumming all over my face when I eat you out.” Eyes drinking in the way you react to him, he drags his lips up your neck, over your pulse point, past your jaw to the shell of your ear. “How good it would feel to have your hands on my cock after you eat me out,” he whispers, his breath tickling your ear deliciously. Tongue darting out to run softly around the shell of your ear. “Dreaming about how pretty you'll be when you take my cock deep.”

Gasping, you feel a shiver of pleasure run down your spine at his words. The way he calls you pretty has you practically melting in his arms. “How about we find out?” Your breath tickles his face as you whisper to him, and Mikey loses himself in the feeling of your eager desire for him. Hands work to remove every barrier between your bodies, letting your clothing fall wherever it may. Mouths seeking each other out. The way he kisses you, as if he might die were you to ask him to stop, stokes an ember deep in your belly. You could kiss him like this for hours, but there's somewhere else you can't wait to start kissing him now. Slowly, your hand runs its way down his chest and pushes gently, inviting him to lay beside you. Twisting, you follow the plane of his chest as you encourage him onto his back and rise to straddle him. His eyes are wide, pupils blown as he stares eagerly at you as you oh so slowly slide your way down, down, down to settle yourself between his thighs.

“How does this work, exactly? Me eating you out?” Your voice is almost as breathless as he feels, wavering with desire.

He slides a hand down between his legs. “Right here, babes,” he runs a finger along the sensitive slit of his cloaca and shudders at the feeling, anticipating your hands on him instead. Your eyes catch on the wetness dripping out of him at the base of his tail, and you feel your mouth watering already at the idea of tasting him like this. Hands slide along his thighs as you look up to meet his gaze, searching for any sign he wants to stop.

A tender caress of him with your finger sends another shudder down his spine. All doubts fly from your mind when your tongue darts out to taste him and his hands fly to grasp at the back of your head in eager encouragement. Lapping at him gently, exploratively, you quickly learn exactly how to drive him wild. He is so, so responsive to your every touch, to every swipe of your tongue and press of your lips. When you dive your tongue in deep, the low moan he lets out brings a smile to your face. What you wouldn't do to hear him make that sound again, over and over. You bring your face away from his slit so you can watch him properly as you slide a finger inside, tantalizingly slowly.

The way his fingers grip the edge of his bed with raw strength has you eager for him to put those hands on you again, pinning you down with ease. Not yet, though. For now, it was your turn to learn what he likes. Slowly, teasingly, you start to pump your finger in and out of him, earning another of those low moans. This one was more guttural, and you found you liked it very much. He fights to keep his eyes on you as your finger fucks in and out of him. You add a second and pump deeper and deeper into the wet heat of him. When your fingers finally brush against the head of his cock, it tears a deep growl out of him. His fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling your hand away from him as he tugs your body up onto his chest before he rolls you both and pins you to the bed.

Ragged breaths escape him, lips brushing along your skin as he pants against your neck. You can feel his grin as he buries his face and breathes you in. He pulls up for air and looks down at you, that bright toothy smile beaming down at you again. Oh. You could look at him for days. “You're a dream come true, angelcakes.” His smile turns wicked as he rocks his hips against you, pulling a whimper from your chest with every slow roll. “But it's my turn now, babes.” Those lips burn a sensual path down your body, tracing across the skin of your neck and over your collarbone until they drift down over the soft, supple skin of your breast. His tongue dances eagerly over your flesh, and he wonders what he could have possibly done to deserve this with you as he pulls another needy little whimper from your throat. “That's it, babes. Let me hear you.” He lets his breath ghost across your nipple as he whispers, noticing the way you shudder in delight. The way he grins as he pulls your nipple into his mouth sends wetness directly to your core. That smile should be illegal - should be on some kind of watch list. The things you would do to get him to smile like that for you. The things you were about to do for that smile. It could be minutes or it could be hours that he stays there, mouth working your nipples as his hands massage the soft flesh of breasts. You certainly couldn't tell, too lost in the pleasure of him, unmoored from time. When his lips at last leave your breasts, you whine at him until his mouth continues its exploration of you. Down, down, down he goes across the soft expanse of your stomach, sliding himself down until he rests between your thighs. His strong hands wrap around your legs, hooking them over his shoulders. He massages his way down towards your core, teasingly slowly, watching your every response to his touch. The smell of your arousal is overwhelming, driving him to the brink - but not yet. He's not quite ready. He wants to taste you first, to know what it feels like when you cum on his face before he takes his own pleasure. One slow exhale across your lower lips has you nearly writhing for him as you hold back a moan, and he all but pouts. “Come on baby. Please? I want to hear what I do to you. I want to hear you.” An experimental kiss to your mound has you giving him everything he wants as a needy, keening whine escapes you.

You can feel the victorious smile on his face as he laps at your pretty little cunt. So, so slowly. Savoring. Pleasure courses through at every pass of his tongue, white hot heat that sears at your flesh. You moan loudly for him. “That’s my girl,” he praises and you practically purr for him with another low moan. His long tongue pushes deeper, pressing between your folds and pushing inside to the sweet song of your pleasured moaning. He earns another of those keening whines when his tongue slides against just the right spot, and he finds himself willing to do anything to hear you make that sound for him again and again. Your first orgasm comes quickly, and Mikey can't believe how addicting it is. The way your body writhes, thighs clenching and hips bucking and, oh, those beautiful sounds you make - and all for him. How did he ever live before this? Before knowing just how good this would be? His own hips stutter against the mattress, seeking out friction for himself as he sets about the work of pulling another orgasm from your pretty little pussy. He could do this for hours. After he delivers you a second orgasm, he finds himself unable to resist the urge to finger himself as he pleasures you. When you cum for him this time, you whine his name and, oh - Mikey likes that. Likes it so much that he drops into his hand for you, hard cock throbbing with how much he wants you. A shudder of pleasure runs through him and he pulls away from your cunt with a gasp to stare at his handiwork - you. There, on his bed, staring up at him with fucked out eyes and making such pretty little needy sounds. Desperate for more of him. Something warm and soft stirs in his chest, and he leans down to kiss you slowly. Your smile as he kisses you lights him on fire.

“You're so beautiful.” Pulling away from the kiss, he smiles that sunshine grin down at you once more and you think you might actually combust from the warmth it fills you with.

“You are,” you tell him and he laughs. “Now come here and fuck me proper, please?”

Mikey was wrong, before, when he was kissing you. This was heaven, and you were an angel gracing him with your light. Soft moans escape your chest as he slowly slides the head of his cock along your wet slit, and nothing has ever sounded as good. When he finally, finally pushes inside it is so much better than anything he had fantasized about. Every thrust is pure pleasure as your tight, wet heat welcomes him. Never in a million years could his imagination have done you justice. The way your back arches as he thrusts into you, the needy whines you make, the way you're desperate for more - all for him. It's better than anything he ever could have imagined.

When his eyes meet yours and you see him grinning down at you with pleasure, you feel the white hot heat of pleasure burning at your flesh again. All it takes is a few more deep thrusts at just the right angle, and you find yourself coming undone for him. Mikey fucks you through your fourth orgasm of the night, and nearly careens over the edge himself when his name comes tumbling from your lips - he thinks he might like that the most - but he holds himself back. He wants to savor this with you, wants to pull as much pleasure from you as he can. Wants to give you as much pleasure as he can. Hormones rage through him, driving him to fuck you harder. Eyes lock onto your fingers, the way they curl into the sheets, the way they slide up his forearm. He revels in the feel of your hands on him for a moment. Enjoys the smooth slide of your soft skin over his rough scales. Your fingers curl, nails digging in over his shoulder and dragging their way back down, down, down to his forearms. With a deep growl, his hands find your wrists once more and he pins you to his bed again. When you arch beneath him, raising your hips to meet his as he lowers himself to kiss you deeply, you can feel that wonderful smile of his pressing against your skin. Hot breath mingles together as his lips meet yours again and again. Over and over he kisses you, smiling all the while as he fucks into you.

His voice is soft in your ear, that sunshine smile showcasing his dimples. “Such a pretty girl, taking my cock deep.” It's unfair, really, the beauty of his smile paired with his sinful words. Your lips seek his mouth, his skin, the soft part of his wrist on the inside where you can feel his pulse pounding. Gently, you graze your teeth across it and feel the pace of his hips stutter as his eyes roll back in pleasure. Teeth graze over his pulse a second time, a little harder, begging him to lose control for you. Begging him to tumble over the edge with you. His eyes lock onto yours, and you feel it now - the connection between mates.

“Oh, Mikey,” you moan out his name, voice full of passion and pleasure and something deeper, and the two of you fall into bliss. Feeling a little fucked out and a lot cockdrunk, your lips finds his again in a passionate kiss. “I love you.”

His smile widens and fills you with a warmth that feels like home. A surge of possessiveness courses through him, only for a moment. You're his - you want him as much as he wants you, all of him. For good and everything. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, burying his face in your hair and pressing a soft kiss to your head.

For good and everything.

“I love you too, babes.”

#tmnt #sooo sweet🥺🧡

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yumejoushi · 2 months

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2012 tmnt cuddle hcs. I need them. NOW. (jk take all the time u need)

How They Like To Cuddle With You (Fluff)

2012!Turtles x reader

A/N: Lucky you that I felt cuddly😂💙❤️💜🧡

Warnings: None💚

Leonardo:

Leonardo is, all in all, a very protective cuddler. He likes to wrap his arms securely around you, holding you close to his chest, making you feel safe in his warm embrace. Making sure you were safe had always been a top priority to him, so to feel you lying comfortably in his arms, made him relax against you, sighing out in relife.

He likes to rest his chin on top of your head, feeling a sense of comfort in your presence, breathing in your scent with a happy smile. This would usually lead to small giggles between you and him, with small kisses shared between the two of you, turning into more carefree giggles.

Leo appreciates long cuddling sessions, preferring to spend quiet moments together where he can relax and unwind in the warmth of your soft embrace. If it was up to him, he would spend hours like this, maybe even days, did he not have all his responsibilities.

He always found solace in these cuddles with you, feeling his normally chaotic, stressful and hectic world becoming calm for a short while, forgetting those aforementioned responsibilities. This was usually the time his more playful side would come out to shine, telling you all about the small things in his life that he normally never got time to tell anyone about.

Leo is very attentive to your needs while cuddling, adjusting his position or movements to ensure you are comfortable and at ease. He would ask you several times if you were lying comfortably, if you needed a pillow while lying on his plastron, or if his shell somehow was causing you discomfort, all while running a hand up and down your skin in a soothing manner.

Raphael:

Raphael likes to express his affection physically and isn't afraid to show how much he cares for you. He is a passionate cuddler, and that was something you had experienced head on. He likes to hold you tightly, feeling your heartbeat against his chest, along with your warm skin.

Like said before, he's not afraid to show his affection, often peppering your face with kisses or nuzzling into the crook of your neck, taking deep breaths to take in your scent.

There was an intense intimacy during these moments, with very few words spoken. However, neither you or Raph need words. Your actions spoke louder than words ever could, both of you almost able to read the other’s mind at these times.

If Raph could now be lying with you, chest to chest, the next best thing he knew was spooning with you. Here he would wrap his arms around you protectively and pull you close, letting one of his hands smoothly run over your stomach.

He values the quiet moments shared with you during cuddling, finding solace in your presence and the affection you share with each other. It was a space and time where Raph could relax, calming down his many strong emotions in a mature and healthy way, before he would decide to speak about them later on.

Donatello:

Donnie is very much a cozy cuddler. He enjoys snuggling up with you under a blanket or against a pile of cushions. A total opposite of his lab and where he usually would spend his time. Somehow, you managed to make him admit to being tired, leaving the lab so he could cuddle up with you in his bedroom.

He enjoys creating a comfortable and snug environment for cuddling with you, making it as soft as possible, so both of you could fall asleep if you felt like it - which pretty much happened everytime.

Donnie likes to hold your hand while you’re cuddling, intertwining your fingers as a gesture of affection, stroking your hand with his thumb, sometimes even bringing them to his mouth in order to kiss them tenderly, even letting them rest against his face afterwards.

He would often rest his head on your shoulder or chest, finding comfort in your presence and the quiet moments you shared together. While resting his head on your chest, he liked to listen to your heart under your steady breathing, and it worked like a magic charm, making Donnie more and more sleepy.

At times Donnie wasn’t sure what he would do without you and your cuddles. He values the intimacy shared between the two of you, cherishing the warmth and closeness you experience together, and the many nights you had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, only to wake up in the morning, still wrapped up in a sweet warm embrace, smiling at each other.

Michelangelo:

It was never a surprise to you that Michelangelo is a playful cuddler. He enjoys incorporating fun and laughter into his cuddling sessions with you, always finding something to say or do while being all wrapped up together in whatever comfortable position you were finding yourselves in.

He enjoys cuddling with you while engaging in fun activities like watching movies, playing video games or even having a sudden pillow fight. It was often the causing factor for many laughs and smiles, ending with more hugs and kisses, before even more joy and laughter, that would echo through the lair all day and night long.

Mikey likes to tickle and tease you during these playful cuddles, finding joy in your laughter and smile. He loved everything about you, especially anything that indicated that you were happy. He found your smile absolutely beautiful, and the sound of your laugh like sweet honey to his ears. However, what really made his day was when he accidentally made you grunt in your laugh.

He often cuddles with you in unconventional positions, like lying across your lap or draping himself over your shoulders, always seeking physical contact and connection. Sometimes when he found you laying on your stomach in the middle of his bed, looking at your phone, he would just lay on top of you, calling for cuddle time.

Mikey’s not afraid to get a little silly while cuddling, often making funny faces or cracking jokes to keep the mood light and fun. He did not like it when things got too serious during cuddling, seeing it as very important to keep the mood light, and well, it’s Mikey, so what else?

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bay!mikey x fem reader, nsfw, no cws as far as I'm aware!

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“Are you sure?”

You roll your eyes and try not to let your impatience bleed into your voice too too much when you answer. “Yes, Mikey. I'm sure.”

He's kneeling between your legs. His hands are on your waist beneath your shirt, his thumbs brushing back and forth over the skin there. Every time his hands have started to lower, to start pulling your shorts down, he's stopped and asked, again, again, again, if you're sure you're okay with this.

It's sweet. And driving you insane.

Mikey’s hands ghost down to your hips once more, tucking beneath the waistband of your shorts. He just barely starts to slide them down before he stops. Again. You're about to groan in frustration when you see his eyes get a faraway look, his lips thinning as his brow creases. Your irritation fades into something else, old insecurities starting to creep in, and you feel the familiar need to backtrack. To give an out.

“Do you not- I mean- you know, you don't have to do this if you changed your mind. I know a lot of guys don't really like to- and I'm- I understand if-”

“No!” His frantic tone catches you off guard, making you pause. “I really want to do this,” he continues, and you’re relieved by the earnestness in his tone, in his eyes, but he still looks… distressed. “It’s not you, I just…” He takes another slow breath as he looks off to the side, and if it was anyone else you might scoff at the implication. It’s not you, it’s me. But this is Mikey. And Mikey means what he says. Always.

“Hey,” you call softly. When his eyes focus on you again, you reach out and gesture for him to come closer. He crawls forward to hover over you, and for a moment you're distracted by the sheer size of him. The way his arms are thicker than your thighs, the way just his plastron is wide enough to span the entire length of your shoulders and then some. But then you look back into his eyes and see the hesitancy that's still there. The… fear. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

He sighs again, swallowing before he answers. “What if I'm not… good? I've never- never done this before, and you deserve… I just want… I want it to be good for you.”

Oh. Your sweet boy.

You cup his face with both hands, smiling up at him when he leans into your touch. “It will be good, Mike. Because it’s you. I don’t have any expectations you have to meet. I just… I just want you. I love you. Besides,” you say, letting your smile shift into something playful. “I'm willing to put in time for you to practice as much as you need.”

His eyes widen before he giggles, and you have to take a moment to just stare. He's so handsome, you think to yourself. But then the laughter stops, and his eyes soften, and he's looking at you like you're… something incredible. Like he's the lucky one. Mikey leans down to kiss you, then. Slow and languid and wet, the kisses feel like a glimpse of what's to come. Like a promise.

When he pulls back, the brilliant smile he sends you makes you melt. A quick kiss to your nose makes you laugh, and the way his eyes shine has your chest swelling with affection.

Your sweet, sweet boy.

Mikey lowers himself back down between your legs and starts to slide your shorts and underwear down. You lift your hips and move your legs to help, pulling your shirt off at the same time. You toss it to the side, expecting him to do the same with your bottoms, but he places them carefully on the bed instead. You can see his nostrils flare, and when he speaks his tone is reverent.

“You're so beautiful,” he whispers. “God, you're- you're perfect. Just look at you.”

Large hands faintly trail from your thighs to your hips. Up your sides, cupping beneath your breasts, over your ribcage. The way his hands can almost completely wrap around your entire torso - it steals your breath, makes your lungs falter in your chest.

Fuck. He's so big.

His hands move to your shoulders, massaging gently for a moment before dropping back down to brush his thumbs across your nipples. Back and forth. Then in little circles. Then a light pinch before he starts to roll them between his thumbs and forefingers. It pulls a small, high-pitched sound from your throat, makes you instinctively try to press your thighs together, but his position between your legs keeps them open. You see his nostrils flare again, see him blink rapidly as his expression turns into something a little darker, a little more primal.

Oh. Right. He can smell you. He can smell the… right.

After a gentle squeeze of your breasts, he pulls his hands back and settles onto his stomach. You can feel his breath between your legs, and it makes you clench around nothing. He moves to hook your knees over his shoulders, and his shell is cool under your calves. It sends a minute shiver through you.

“One more time, Angel,” he murmurs into the inside of your thigh. The hesitancy is gone now, replaced by an eager excitement. You should really be past the point of butterflies by now, but. Apparently not. “You sure?”

Mikey waits for you to nod before gripping your waist and pulling you closer. Your heart does a funny little skip when he moves you so easily, like it's nothing, like he could pick you up with one arm and not break a sweat - and another shiver runs up your spine at the thought, because he could. He's done it before.

Mikey's arms are long enough that he can still reach your chest, can still squeeze and caress and pinch as he presses his snout to your heat. He closes his eyes and breathes in your scent, making a blush creep up your neck. He exhales with a rumble, a low churr that vibrates against your core and has your blush deepening at the implication that he really is enjoying this. When his eyes open again they're almost completely black. Those eyes stay trained on yours as a thick, wet tongue slides between your folds and starts to explore.

You can tell he's never done this before. He's messy and uncoordinated, but it still feels really, really nice. It almost doesn't even matter what his tongue is doing when he's staring at you like that, though. Like he's drinking you in. Like he's starving, and you are the first food he's seen in days. Like all he can think of is you, you, you.

You know the feeling. You can't think of anything but him.

His tongue is slow and careful as he explores, his eyes never leaving your face. When he laves over your clit, your sharp inhale makes him pause. Then all of his focus moves to that spot, his tongue sliding and flicking and swirling around it. Wet, obscene noises mix with your quiet sighs, with his steady rumble. He's starting to pull more and more sounds out of you, your breath becoming unsteady as he works, and you realize that he's watching your reactions. Using them to learn what feels good for you.

Mikey is a quick learner, it seems.

His tongue flattens, a delicious, textured glide over your clit making your legs tense again before it dips lower, pressing in to find your entrance. His fingers pinch your nipples again, a bit harder this time, as his tongue pushes deeper inside. You can't stop yourself from clenching around it. In. Out. In. Out. Slow, slick, and insistent. He's fucking you with his tongue, and you can't quite think, can't remember the last time you were this wet.

One of his hands leaves your chest to rub slippery circles over your clit as he continues to lick inside you. His tongue is so goddamn thick. Long and firm and driving you insane, making you squirm as the tension builds. Your toes curl, your back arching as your hips work to get him deeper. Deeper. His thumb doesn't stop, the friction pulling that rubber band inside of you more taut by the second.

A quick learner, indeed.

He does something with his tongue, something that makes electricity shoot up your spine. Your muscles tense, your mouth falls open on a gasp, and your eyes roll back in your head. That blissful high has you chanting his name as he continues to move inside of you. You can't think, can't focus past the tingling shimmer that sparkles in your blood and across your skin.

Fuck.

When you start to come down, he's still fucking you with his tongue, still moving his thumb in a circle. You can't get away, and it's too much.

“Stop,” you whimper. Immediately he pulls his hands away, pulls his tongue out of you. The steady churr he was releasing stops, as well. It's a relief and a disappointment all at once, and you're still trying to clear the fog from your mind when he speaks.

“You okay? Was that- was that wrong?”

God his voice. Husky. Deeper than usual. You pry your eyes open to see his mouth shining with your slick, his pupils still blown wide. You clear your throat, trying to get your own tongue to move the way you want it to.

“No, that's was… that was amazing, oh my god. Oh my god. Just, just needed- need a second.”

His eyes flick to your heaving chest. His throat bobs when he swallows, and you suddenly realize how much you want him inside of you. How much you want to make him feel good, too.

“Mikey,” you croak. “Mikey, please.”

His brow furrows, and he gently lowers your legs off of his shell so he can crawl forward and hover over you again. You glance down, seeing the bulge in his pants and the large wet spot there. Your hands fumble, uncoordinated still, as you reach down to palm over the outline of his cock. It twitches beneath your hand, and Mikey lets out another low rumble above you, his eyes squeezing shut as you stroke him through the fabric.

“Want you,” you breathe, still having trouble getting your thoughts together. Luckily, he seems to understand. He hops up, and within seconds he's naked and back over you.

“You sure?” This time you do groan in frustration. “Okay, okay. Sorry princess,” he chuckles, a little breathless. You watch him grasp the shaft, swiping the head of his cock through your folds, gathering your slick to mix with his own before lining himself up and pushing in.

The slow press inside is something you'll never get used to. The stretch, the feeling of full, full, full as he slides in further. Deeper than his tongue could reach, deeper than anyone else ever has. A dizzying mix of pleasure-pain that punches the breath from your lungs, that has every muscle tensing without your permission.

“Relax, princess,” he grits out, clearly holding back for you. You focus on his neck, on the veins protruding there. The beads of sweat that trickle down his scales. “Relax, I've got you.”

You do your best to obey, to let your muscles loosen, but he's just so goddamn big. You'll never get used to it. Never. He's not even all the way in when he reaches your cervix, running out of room and truly filling you so completely that it feels like your brain is leaking out of your skull. Like you could press on your stomach and feel him there.

His arms flex on either side of you as he holds himself up. Waiting for you to adjust like he always does, breaths harsh, face screwed up and lips pressed together. One day you'd like to see how long he can last before he loses control, but right now you need him to move.

You nod when you feel like you can take it. He shudders as he pulls out, the slow drag of his length inside of you pulling little whimpers from the back of your throat. Then back in, in, in, and out again. Slow and careful, gentle with you, always gentle, but even still you can barely breathe.

“Doing so good, Babes,” he whispers, and the adoration in his voice cuts through the fog of full full full in your head. “Doing so good for me.”

You can only moan in reply, but in your defense he's starting to move faster. Words slip from his mouth that you barely comprehend, that bounce around in your mind as he fucks into you - perfect, taking it so well for me, Babes, so good, feel so good, fuck, I love you, I love you so much, god, fuck, you're so tight - and you can feel him starting to lose his rhythm. He's close already, and a delirious grin tugs at your lips. It never fails to make you feel good, knowing that you drive him wild.

He drives you wild, too.

“Come for me, pretty girl,” he growls. His angle shifts as he holds himself up with one hand, his other hand finding your clit again to add more friction. It hits you suddenly, all at once, and you feel like you're shaking apart beneath him as he continues to rut into you. Arching up, clenching around him while your mind whites out in bliss once again. You're vaguely aware of his own release inside of you, his hips stuttering and slowing as he grinds into you, the force pressing you into the mattress.

Fuck. God. Fuck.

Mikey is still for a moment. Then he wraps one arm around you, pulling you flush against his front. Still inside of you, he rolls so that you're on top and he can collapse backward onto the bed, holding you close. Your entire body moves up and down as he pants beneath you, and once again you're reminded of just how small you are compared to him when you see your hands braced against his plastron.

Slowly, both of your breathing starts to even out. You feel him softening inside, and the moment his cock retreats you feel his come start to leak out of you. It's an odd feeling, and you let out a small sound of discomfort that has his arms tightening around you.

“You okay? Was that- was it good?”

The hint of worry is back in his voice, and you really don't understand how he can ask that question when you're still trembling from the aftershocks of your second orgasm in the last fifteen minutes.

“Better than good, Mikes. Holy shit.”

His surprised laugh jostles you, helping to pull you a little bit further back into your body. When he talks again, you feel the vibration of his plastron beneath you.

“I'm only gonna get better, Babes.” His hands grip your waist and pull you up - again, like it's easy, like it's nothing - so he can kiss you. The taste of you still clings to his mouth, and again his kiss feels like a promise. He kisses your nose, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “Gotta keep practicing. I bet by next year I'll be the best you've ever had.”

You don't tell him he already is, because by the time you open your mouth he's talking again, his voice warm and bright like the sun.

“Happy birthday, Kira Kira. I love you.”

The rare nickname has you blushing again, and his smile only grows brighter at the sight of your flushed cheeks.

“Love you, too, Mikey.”

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(Kira Kira is sort of like… sparkle in Japanese, I think)

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@thejudiciousneurotic I am not awake. I am asleep. You do not perceive me.

...but if I WAS awake, I'd certainly not be thinking about 07!Leo and 07!Raph sharing you in bed.

(The amount of buildup to get to this point would be INSANE but hear me out.)

Raph likes taking you. He likes feeling you beneath him, on top of him, around him. He likes the sounds he pulls out of you. He likes the little hitches in your breath and the way you writhe and the way you feel. God you feel amazing. You're so perfect, like you were made for his cock.

Leo likes owning you. Controlling you. Having you submit, having you focused on him and nothing else. He loves the way you look when you're trying so hard to follow his instructions, to keep your eyes on his and hold on just a little longer, despite the full-body tremors going through you, despite the way tears are starting to gather in your eyes. You're so good, so so good for him.

Now. Put those together. Raph beneath you, pounding up into you as hard as he can go, while Leo has his cock down your throat and his hands in your hair. Leo telling you to keep your eyes on his, to keep that mouth open for him, good girl. Take it. Don't you dare come. You don't come until I say you can come. Meanwhile, Raph is doing everything he can to pull more noises out of you. He wants to fuck you so good that you disobey Leo, that you come on his cock without permission. And the sight and sound of you struggling to obey is such a turn on for both of them. For Raph it's the fact that he's making you feel so good, that he's making you struggle with how good he's fucking you. And for Leo it's the fact that even with how hard it is for you to obey you're still trying so, so hard to be good for him.

God. What a pair.

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sitting? on their face? pleas?

Yum! ♡

WARNINGS: NSFW / 18+ / MDNI / general verses/Fem!reader / Boys are mid to late twenties / Facesitting

Leo

He makes sure you're comfortable first.

You are? Feast time!

God, he's loving the view.

You're damn perfect. So fucking tasty.

Leo focuses on lapping over your clit, just how you like it.

Adores how your squirming and moans serve as a tool to tease himself.

He's not entering you unless you come on his face first.

No pressure, tho. Take your sweet time. He could do this all day.

Raph

He told you to sit on his face.

Do not ask him if he's sure.

Do not ask him if he can breathe.

Sit on his face.

That's right, good fucking girl.

His grip forces your thighs wide open, bruising a bit.

He might get a bit too rough, but his thick tongue fucking your wet hole makes it worth it.

Raph would bite your inner tights if you tried to leave. You're not getting up before coming, got it?

Donatello

This Man knows precisely how to drive you crazy.

The attention he gives to your clit is 100% on point

He fucks his tongue in your pussy from time to time to even up

Very methodical, but it pays off

He has you coming in a few minutes

Swallows your slick like its healing potion

Do you think he can make you squirt? Oh, he bets he can!

Stay still. Don't be shy ♡

Mikey

If you sit on his face, you'd be there until he allows you to move.

Mikey would grip your thighs and yank you back down if you tried to leave.

Please, just a bit more of you! You taste so good-

Shit, he loves it when you start grinding over his face. Is it that good angel?

Mmm, come on his face, he'll sip it up, bit by bit, till the very last drop.

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Angel With A Warm Home (Angst/Fluff?)

IDW!Raphael x reader

A/N: Taking place after unmutated Raph gets separated from Splinter and his brothers, and just before he overhears the fight between Casey and his father.

Warnings: Hunger, homelessness.

His stomach rumbled as he dug through the trash, looking for something to eat. Anything at all. He just needed to eat. He did not care what it was. Leftover Chinese food, a half rotten tomato. Heck, he would even eat the soggy last few bits of an old salat. He just needed something!

Digging through the dumpster, he felt a slight dispersion build up inside of him, mumbling to himself as he jumped into the dumpster, in order to look further down. “C’mon. C’mon…” He pushed a filled plastic bag to the side, finding the corner of a discarded pizza box poke out beneath the trash. “Bingo!”

Excited to finally eat, he pulled the pizza box from the trash with a big smile, opening with a small dance of his shoulders. “Dinner is served”.

But the disappointment came, as he found the pizza box filled with nothing but grease and crumbs. “Damn”, he sighed, his shoulders slumping. “This ain’t gonna cut it”. With that he dropped the pizza box back into the dumpster, before he jumped out of the trash, landing with his feet on the pavement of the dark alleyway.

“Okay…”, he muttered to himself, tugging his hood closer around his face as the wind took a hold of his coat. At the mouth of the alleyway, he looked around, making out the two story houses on the other side of the street. “What’s next?”

Under the dim light of the full moon, he rushed over the street to the nearest townhouse, his eyes locked on the trashcan out in front, by the small path leading up to the front door.

Looking through the trash, he finally found what he was looking for. Food! The leftovers of a lasagna, probably from the day before. It was cold, but it did not matter. Food is food, and at that moment, that was all he needed. Hungrily eating what he found, he looked up in sudden panic when the light behind the front door turned on. Quickly, he ran to the hedge that separated the small front gardens, watching through the leaves as you walked out the front door, standing in the front step.

Your eyes scanned the street, all while he shivered behind the hegde. You were beautiful with soft human features. It caused him to look down on his big green three fingered hands, once again wondering why he had to be what he was. Why was he this strange creature, in a world of humans? It was scary. The last fifteen months had been horrible, and he still did not know how he ended up on the street in the first place.

Your eyes scanned the world outside your home, until they landed on the bush he was hiding behind. He hoped that you couldn’t see him, and that the only reason you kept staring at the bush was because you watched how the wind moved the leaves, and not his shivering and hungry form. But then you spoke.

“If you’re hungry, I can make you something to eat”, you called out, still looking at the hedge. He did not move, fearing that he had misheard you, and this was just his mind playing tricks on him. A beautiful human that offered him food. That couldn’t be real. Not after all the humans he had encountered had ran away in fear at the sight of his green skin.

“It’s okay”, you called out with a friendly smile. “I’m not mad at you. If you’re looking through my trash, you’re probably hungry, and I don’t mind making something for you”.

How could you be so nice to a stranger? You had not yet seen his skin, yet you stood outside in the cold, with no coat, sweater or jacket, to cover your tank top and joggers. Were you an angel of some sort?

He sighed. This might be his only chance of getting something to eat, that was rotten from the bottom of a dirty trash can. So with slow movements, he stood from behind the hedge, doing everything in his power to seem non threatening. As he moved away from the hedge, his two toed feet and lower half of his plastron now visible for you, he expected you to scream. He expected you to yell at him, telling him to get as far away from you as possible, before locking yourself in your house. But you didn’t. At the sight of him, you lifted your eyebrows in surprise, but you never looked fearful. You stayed calm, studying him, your eyes meeting his before you shut him a crooked smile.

“Does pasta sound good?”, you asked, gesturing towards your front door.

“That sounds more than good”, he answered, his mouth watering at the thought of finally eating some good food.

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None of you spoke as you ate. Not that you felt uncomfortable. No, you had decided not to speak as he spoke, finally letting him satisfy the hunger that had been paining him for months, only keeping it at bay with the small food scraps he had been able to find on the street.

As he finished yet another plate, you got ready to fill him another one, but he stopped you, holding a hand up.

“I never thought I would say it, but I’m actually full”, he said, smiling for the first time in a long while.

You smiled at him, happy that the food had done him good, before taking both of your plates to the kitchen, loading them into the dishwasher. When you came back to the table, he was still sitting there, giving you a small smile as you came back in.

“So”, you started, returning his smile as you took a seat once more. “Do you mind me asking what your name is?”

His smile faltered, his eyes going blank. He hadn’t thought about that before. In the past fifteen months, he had never once thought about his name. All he had been wondering about was what happened to him, no memory of a time before the fifteen months.

“I- I don’t know”, he answered, his eyes falling onto the table where he started playing with his own fingers. “I’ve never thought about that, actually”.

Your smile disappeared as well, a concerned look washing over your eyes. You noticed how he suddenly seemed uneasy, his hands fidgeting on the flat surface of the table. You reached over, resting your hands on top of his in a comforting gesture. This caused him to freeze, staring at your hand on his. Never had a human felt comfortable enough to touch him, and never had he known how much heat human skin gave. Your hand was nice and soft, and he fought the urge to hold it.

“It’s okay”, you told him, unaware of his thought of holding your hand. “We’ll figure it out at one point”.

“We?”, he asked, looking confused.

“Yes, we”, you confirmed, giving his hand a small squish. “I’m assuming you don’t have a place to stay, so if you’re okay with it, I’ll let you stay in my guest room”.

He was almost floored, his mouth falling agape as he stared at you. Never had a human been so nice to him, and never had he thought that a beautiful human like you would invite him into your home, feed him warm food, and then offer up a room for him.

“Would you really let me do that?”, he asked in a whisper, almost not trusting his voice at the thought of a warm place to stay.

“If I wouldn’t then I wouldn’t bring it up”, you chuckled, letting go of his hand in order to stand up. He looked at his hand a little disappointed, wishing you would hold them again, warming them up like before.

He followed you up the stairs to the guest bedroom, waiting as you opened the door and showed him around.

“Here’s the bed, as you can see”, you said, making room so he could come in as well. “The heater, a desk, a closet. I don’t have any clothes in the closet tho”.

“That’s okay”, he said, pulling out at his coat. “I’ll make do”.

“If you say so”, you smiled, before moving out of the bedroom, pointing down the short hallway, showing him the bathroom.

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That night he slept well for the first time in fifteen months. He dreamt about turtles and a rat, along with a large scary cat, that dragged him away from the others. But before this nightmare could turn any worse, he dreamt of a warm hand holding his own, along with your beautiful smile as you chuckled. He dreamt of you eating good food together, before spending time together, doing nothing but talking and hugging. You were not a bit scared of his shell, three fingered hands or his green skin. No, you hugged him as if it did not bother you one bit, at one point even resting your head against his plastron. And when the morning came around, seeing the golden light of the sun in through his window, he realized how fast his heart was beating at the thought of you, along with how excited he was to see you again. You were truly an angel. An angel with a warm home.

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Could I maybe request a spicy fic in which the reader sees her turtle boyfriend in combat with an enemy and thinks it’s sexy? And she shyly confesses that seeing him kick ass makes her all hot and bothered? And some spiciness ensues after he teases her about it?

It could be any turtle or iteration (although I kinda had maybe Raph or Mikey in mind) 👉👈

Purple Dragon Roleplay In The Sewer (18+)

2003!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: The lucky wheel has decided! It is 03 Mikey time! I had a lot of fun with this, but sadly it didn’t make my sickness go away😭😂🧡 (And yes, it’s a strange title. I know!😂)

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Playful serious roleplay, fingering, orale - female receiving, sex in the sewer, spelling of course.

You should probably have been a little more concerned over the situation in front of you, but you just couldn’t help yourself. From your hiding spot behind the dumpster, you watched as your boyfriend and his brothers took down the band of Purple Dragons, your eyes staying on Michelangelo at all time. His muscles flexing as he swung his nunchucks, the concentrated look on his face, and then the smile and the small funny comment he would make after he knocked someone out.

You felt a tingle in your stomach, the sight reminding you of more intimate times between you and your boyfriend. His muscles would move the same way, his face would frown in the same concentrated expression, and he would smile that boyish smile with those sweet dorky comments that would make your heart jump in excitement. And as you watched him in combat, you couldn’t help your growing excitement nor the emerging wetness between your legs.

With the last Purple Dragon beaten, you, Mikey and the others started your retreat back to the lair. As you walked through the sewers, Mikey followed closely behind you, letting his older brothers walk ahead, allowing him to wrap his arms around you, leaning his mouth down next to your ear, causing you to walk slower as he spoke to you.

“Why are you smelling so sweet right now, babe?”, he asked, a smirk thick in his voice. He knew that scent way too well, and if it was strong enough to overpower the smell of the sewers, then it was certainly strong.

You felt heart run to your cheeks as you slowly came to a hold, the others continuing to walk and talk as if you and Mikey were still behind them. You knew you couldn’t run from this, or the playful smirk on Mikey’s face. He knew what mood you were feeling, and he would love to know what had gotten you this excited. He always wanted to know, so he could use it to get you hot and bothered another time. Not that you would complain. It usually ended up with some very hot and heavy evenings when you were alone.

“Uhm…”, you said, biting your lip as you avoided Mikey’s eyes. Oh, he knew this was going to be good, and he would definitely tease you with it. “When I saw you… fight the Purple Dragons… it reminded me of… when we… you know… do… that”, you continued, moving your hands in a hinting gesture.

Mikey's smile grew brighter, this thumb stroking your skin as he pulled you closer against his plastron. “You’re saying that you liked watching me out there?”, he asked, moving closer and closer to your face, your breath hitching at his actions. Even after such a long time together, he still managed to make your body react with excitement. “That watching me punch some Purple Dragons turned you on?”

You bit your lip once more, staring into his beautiful eyes for a moment before nodding with a shy smile.

Mikey hummed at your words, throwing a quick glance at his brothers, making sure that he had left around the corner, before he turned his attention back towards you. “You said it reminded you of when we have sex”, he said bluntly, his smile still strong and bright as he took a step closer to you, causing you to back up against the wall, tingling excitement spreading throughout your body.

You felt the curved brick wall against your back with Mikey standing in front of you, his plastron almost touching your chest, his hands coming to rest on the wall, just by your head.

“Or”, he said, lowering his face down to your level once again. “Is it because you want to handled just as rough as I handle a Purple Dragon?”

You almost gasped, pressing your thighs together, happily shocked by Mikey’s words. It wasn’t because Mikey didn’t dirty talked to you before, because oh, he did, but because you hadn’t expected him to jump straight to the point like that. But you liked it, the scent of your arousal hitting Mikey’s nostrils once more, letting him know that he was on the right track. And then you said something that confirmed his suspicion.

“Let’s say I was a Purple Dragon you had caught down here”, you said, tilting your head back to meet his eyes. “What would you do?”

With a smile and a swift move, Mikey turned you around, keeping your hands behind your back as he pressed you up against the wall, his plastron against your back and your behind gracing his cloaca ever so slightly.

“This”, Mikey whispered against your ear, brushing his cloaca closer against you. “And ask you what you were doing down here”.

“And if I wouldn’t tell you?”, you asked, acting innocent.

Using his right foot, Mikey pushed your legs apart, pressing his knee between them to keep them apart.

“So”, Mikey said, a smile in his voice as he continued your little roleplay in a light hearted manner. “What are you doing in the sewer?” You chuckled, trying to buckle back against him, hoping to gain some friction, but instead Mikey pushed you hip forward to the brick wall once again, causing you to moan in frustration and enjoyment.

“Oh, so that’s why”, Mikey said, acting surprised, before he let his lips brush against your ear. “You wanted more after I threw you and the others around up there?”

The wetness in your panties grew further as Mikey spoke, causing your breathing to become heavier as you now tried to gain some friction against the brick wall, a smirk growing on your lip as you came up with an answer.

“Do you call that throwing around?”

One of Mikey’s hands let go of your arm, grabbing on to your neck as he tilted your face towards him, revealing an expression that tried to look tougher than he actually was, the curves at the corner of his lips revealing that he was only acting, having fun with this little play the two of you had going on.

“So you do want more?”, he smiled, his thumb stroking the side of your jaw. “Then I’m gonna give you more”.

Mikey’s lips claimed yours in a hungry kiss, his tongue licking your lower lip asking for entrance. You chuckled and opened your mouth, letting him in. Mikey was adorable. Even while acting like he was a real tough one taming a naughty Purple Dragon, he still asked you for permission before sticking his tongue into your mouth.

As your tongues moved together, Mikey let go of the other hand on your back, before reaching down to the button of your jeans, opening it with one hand before pulling down the zipper. This string hand then slides down into your paintes, before reaching your slick folds with his three thick fingers.

“Damn”, Mikey said, making you smile once again, fighting not to giggle out loud at his words. “So wet from a small fight. What a naughty girl. Getting turned on by a ninja turtle. What would the Dragons say if they knew?”

“There’s only one way to find out”, you smiled, grinding your still clothed ass up against Mikey’s cloaca.

Breaking character, Mikey placed a firm kiss on your lips before looking into your eyes with a smile. “You make me a happy man, (Y/N)”, he said, before he let a finger enter your slick entrance. This caused you to let out a moan as his thick finger worked its way in and out of you.

You let your head fall back against Mikey’s shoulder, sighing in delight as his soft lips started kissing your neck. And once again, you had a comment ready.

“I thought you said you would throw me around”, you said, your voice heavy with deep breathing.

Mikey chuckled, kissing you once again, partly going into character once again. “I like cute and impatient”.

With that Mikey retracted his hand from your underwear, causing you to feel empty. But then he suddenly grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder. You yelped, holding onto Mikey’s shoulder and shell, as he held on to your hip, before pulling your jeans down your legs. You laughed at his creativity, but quickly tried to cover it up with weak protests. Mikey instantly caught on, giving your ass a playful slap before pulling on your underwear.

“You wanted to be thrown around, Dragon princess, so I’m going to throw you around!”, he said, throwing your pants and underwear to the side, making sure they stayed at a dry place. He then moved you so that you were sitting on him with his shoulder between your legs, before throwing your other leg over his other shoulder, causing you dripping flower to be right in his face, his hands supporting your ass as he held you up with nothing but his shoulders and hands.

“Holy shit, Mikey”, you gasped, holding on to his head, pushing him closer to your center.

Mikey chuckled, looking up at you, his eyes locking with yours. “I told you, didn’t I?” He then pulled you forward, licking a long firm line through your folds. You gasped and pushed Mikey further against you, his tongue circling your clit before moving to your entrance. You moaned out loud as his wet muscle slided into you, your voice echoing against the brick walls of the sewer. The sounds Mikey pulled from you as his tongue worked on you were lewd, and the wet sounds made you feel dirty in a delighted way. Only the way Mikey could make you feel.

Your legs curled up around Mikey’s shell, your hells pressing into the hard curve, your fingernails digging into the skin of Mikey’s head as he brought you closer and closer to your climax, every sound and hum he made against you shivers through your spine, pushing you closer each time. There you sat on Mikey’s shoulder, high above the ground held up by nothing but Mikey, feeling your orgasm inch closer by the second.

You came with a loud moan, holding onto Mikey’s head for dear life as he licked up all of your juices, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Once you had gotten down just a little bit from you high, Mikey let you slide down his plastron, still with your legs over his shoulders, your now sensitive cunt lined up with his cloaca. Pressing your back up against the wall, you and Mikey’s lips meet in another hungry kiss, your hands pulling him closer by the neck.

“You haven’t had enough yet, have you?”, Mikey smiled as he pulled from the kiss, already knowing the answer.

“Of course I haven’t”, you answered, once again dipping into your loose roleplay. “A Dragon never gives up”.

“I’m going to make you regret that statement”, Mikey said, once again acting though with the corners of his mouth betraying him.

Grinding against you, it didn’t take long before Mikey dropped into you, his thick size stretching you out now like it did every time, not matter how many times he fucked you to heaven and back. You clung to Mikey’s shoulders as he pushed himself all the way into you, resting there for a moment before he pulled out, only to push himself back into you, drawing more moans from you.

“Oh, fuck! Mikey!”, you called out, his spongy head reaching the sweet spot inside of you, forgetting all about the playful roleplay.

Mikey adjusted his hold on you and your legs over his shoulder, pressing you further into a mating press up against the wall, increasing his speed as he thrusted into you, groaning and moaning in pleasure.

“You feel so good, (Y/N)”, he moaned, resting his forehead against yours, taking in all of your sounds as you cried out for him. It didn’t take long before you started to close in around him, letting Mikey know that your second orgasm wasn’t long away.

The sound of your skin slapping against each other echoed against the walls of the round walled sewer, along with your many sounds of pleasure, only getting louder and louder. Mikey took a firm grasp on your hips, before pistoning into you, feeling his own high getting closer and your walls tightened around him.

“Mikey!”, you cried out, feeling yourself on the edge. “I’m about to… Fuck! I’m about to!”

“Do it”, Mikey said in a raspy voice. “I’m right behind you”.

And then, with a few more hard and fast thrusts, you came around Mikey with a loud cry of pleasure, followed by him unloading himself into you, continuously pumping into you, riding out both of your climaxes.

Once both of you had calmed down enough, Mikey pulled out of you, helping you down on the ground, chuckling to himself as he saw your legs wobble. He handed you your pants and underwear, helping you get them on when your legs started to ache.

“It’s probably a good idea for us to head back to the lair”, Mikey said, throwing a look over his shoulder, in the direction his brothers had gone. “Before they come and look for us”.

“Then you’ll probably have to carry me”, you said, trying to move your aching legs, causing Mikey to laugh.

“I’ve been carrying you through two orgasm”, Mikey said bluntly with a big smile, finding his effect on your legs hilarious, along with giving him a big confidence boost.

“It’s all that throwing around”, you teased. “It made the knees of the hidden Purple Dragon in me weak”.

Mikey threw his head back in a laughter, pulling you close to him. “Still into the Purple Dragon roleplay? Well, in that case I guess I have to teach you another lesson, preferably with a bed”.

And with that Mikey picked up in a bride style, both of you laughing and smiling, continuing your playful banter as he carried you to the lair.

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smut headcanons or just filthy smut for the fortnite turtles? 😭 possibly even shredder…?

Random Spicy Headcanons (18+)

Fortnite!Turtles x reader

A/N: I only write for the turtles, which means no Shredder. But with that being said, I hereby welcome the Fortnite boys and their beautiful thighs to my blog! They have been added to my lucky wheel, and will be added to my masterlist after this post. Let’s give them a warm welcome with some smut!💚

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Smut, talk of sexual acts and all that jazz👀

Leonardo:

Mr Mood, setting and aesthetic himself. From Leo, you can expect something traditional, with an underlining of intensity.

If not in his bedroom, then out in nature. To Leo, there’s only a few things better than sex in a secluded area, either by the water, the forest or on open green grass. Preferably at night, while the stars shine above, creating a beautiful space where you and Leo could indulge in each other’s pleasure.

Had Marigold not been under the ownership of The Society, Leo wouldn��t definitely have taken you there. He would have fucked you on teh deck if he had the opportunity.

Eye contact galore! Leo would tell you to look him in the eyes whenever you were getting close, wanting to see the pleasure in them when you would come around him.

His favorite positions are definitely missionary and the lotus, but should he on rare occasions feel feral, he will go for a mating press or doggy.

Leo tends to be the dominant one when you get intimate, but that does not mean that he didn’t take his time with you. Actually, he tended to take a reeeaaaal good time with you, teasing you over and over again, bringing you close to the edge, before suddenly stopping, smiling innocently when you would start to complain at the loss of contact.

After what felt like hours of amazing foreplay, Leo would finally give you what you wanted, pounding into you until you could come around him, usually with his hand covering your mouth and your loud cries of pleasure.

Leo does have a thing for restraining you. He loves having you laying helpless in front of him, hands bound over your head and your legs spread, typing to grind yourself against him in some way, begging for him to continue his magical work on you.

Raphael:

The king of rough sex, this man couldn’t not care less about who heard or knew about what you were getting up to.

He likes to be the dominant one, having you under his control with his hand around your throat or on your ass, making it red with his three fingered handprints.

Raph likes a good challenge, and you love being a challenge for him. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to partake in a game of Hunter And Prey, where Raph would hunt you down, no matter where on the island you were hiding. That would always end with him pinning you to the ground, and fucking you so good that you would start to see stars, even during daylight.

Raph really loves your ass, either clothed or naked. It is his favorite place on your body to rest his hands, and yes, he will grab and squish, even if other people are around. In the short time all of you had known Jonesy, Raph had already made the former feel uncomfortable with his happy hand on your behind.

Along with his love for your beautiful behind, Raph has a small thing for anal and sometimes double penetration. Yes, he will fuck your ass and finger your cunt at the same time.

Raph does not like to restrain you. He wants to feel you pull or push at him, your fingernails digging into his skin while he gives it to you good.

Yes, Raph wants you to be loud. He will encourage you to be loud, sometimes forcing your head back so your airway is open, making it almost impossible for you to stay quiet.

Raph loves it when you beg. However, he loves it even more when you’re so overstimulated after several orgasm, begging him to cum inside of you, resulting in his favorite way to cum; with a drippy creampie.

Donatello:

If you’re feeling needy while he’s working in the lab, it wasn’t uncommon for him to offer you his thigh while he would continue his work. However, as soon as you started grinding onto his well toned thighs, there was no way he could concentrate on anything else. It would usually end with him slamming you onto his desk, before taking you hard and good.

Donnie really loves oral sex. Male receiving, female receiving, 69, he does not care. He loves it all. Each way had its own charm, and both you and Donnie understood what made them all so great.

You and Donnie don’t really have a sub dom relationship. You go at it based on mood. You feel like a rough fucking? Then both of you will go rough, clawing and biting each other, either while Donnie pounds into you relentlessly, or while you ride him good. But do the two of you feel for something soft and sweet? Then you would hold each other close and share several passionate kisses while making sweet love. A very versatile sex life.

Roleplay is often enjoyed in the safety of Donnie’s lab. Often he plays doctor while you either play nurse or patient. But teacher and student have also happened a few times.

Donnie loves your thighs, just as much as you love his. If he died with you sitting on his face, with his head buried between them, he would die a happy man. Air? No need for it. While you used his face as a throne, he only needed one thing; your sweet juices. But for real, if you one day squirted on his face, he would be on cloud nine.

And yes, just like you have gotten off by grinding yourself on Donnie’s thighs, he has gotten off by squishing your thighs together and fucking the space between.

Mutual masturbation is also something you and Donnie find enjoyment in. Either you could do it over the phone, or you could be sitting opposite of each other, watching each other before lending a helping hand.

Michelangelo:

Have you ever tried getting fingered during skydiving? No? Well, with Mikey you will get to try that at least once. Maybe twice, simply because it was great fun and pleasure for the both of you.

Mikey loves to have sex in strange places, often in very strange positions. It made it much more fun and exciting. And well, you did not know excitement until you were having sex with your boyfriend behind a building, hiding from Loopers that roamed the area.

Yes, you and Mikey have been caught a few times, but guess what? None of you cared. It's part of the fun.

Some of Mikey’s favorite positions included ones where he would hold you up by your ass, sometimes pressing you up against a wall so he could ruthlessly thrust into you. Other than that it was positions with you on top of him, just like a good old cowgirl, where you could bounce on him with all the power your legs could muster.

Skinny dipping… even though he’s pretty much always naked. Buuuut, it’s a great excuse to get you naked… and have sex in whatever body of water you had decided to fool around in.

During sex in public places, Mikey tends to be the dominant one of the two of you, being the one that initiates these spontaneous sessions. But in the comfort of the lair, Mikey often takes the more submissive role, allowing you to call the shots.

Mikey is a boob guy, so of course he would titty fuck you whenever it was possible. It did not matter what size your breasts were, as the sight of his penis between them was just half of it. The other half was you pushing your chest and hands around him, giving his head a small lick whenever he thrusted forward, before telling him all sorts of nasty things.

Oh boy, did Mikey love dirty talk. He loved talking dirty to you, and he loved it when you talked dirty to him. Call him a good boy and how good he was doing, or call him daddy and say that you loved the way he fucked you. Both would send his head spiraling.

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Can I request more 2012? I really like your table tease story with Donnie BTW! My request is what do you think would be good turn ons and turn offs for the 2012 turtles.

Turn Ons and Turn Offs (18+)

2012!Turtles x reader

A/N: Of course you can!💚 And I’m happy that you liked it😘💜 These focuses mainly on the spicy stuff, but there’s also some general relationship aspects in there. As you know, not all turn ons has to be strictly sexual💙❤️ 💜🧡 (Btw, thought you all should know I wrote this while listening to Shady Lady by Ani Lorak).

All characters are aged up.

Warning: Talk about sex, and possible break ups. And spelling. My head did a upsi every once in a while.

Leonardo:

Turn Ons:

Your admiration for his leadership skills is evident, and Leonardo is drawn to your determination to better yourself, just like he always tries to better himself. He finds your disciplined nature and eagerness appealing, often finding himself lost in admiration as you dive into whatever you’re passionate about.

Your respect for tradition and loyalty to your friends resonates with his own values. Your ideas of a relationship matches up with his, and both of you found that you had the same goals for your love lives.

When you let him geek out and take an interest in his sci fi series, board games and martial art rants. It made him weak in the knees to have you sit next to him, listening intently to all his words.

Leo likes to view himself as an independent leader with a mind of steel, making the decisions and leading the flock. But, he did like it ALOT when you took control in the bedroom. It gave him a change to relax, and, well, you looked hot as fuck on top of him.

But as much as Leo LOVED it when you took control during intimate times, it made him feel like a true man and a real leader, whenever you looked to him for protection or help. It made you look so small and cute, and he could just eat you on the spot.

Training you. More than once a small training session between you and Leo had turned into a heated makeout.

Calling him Sensei. Leo will lose his shit and become dominant very quickly.

Your eyes. Leo loves to watch your eyes during sex. Both of you made a big deal out of looking into each other’s eyes during your climax.

Teasing. Him or you? It didn't matter. Leo just had a thing for teasing and foreplay, finding it amazing the longer it lasts.

Turn Offs:

If you did not understand his role as a leader and what it meant to him, Leonardo was OFF. Leo is committed to his given role, and he can become frustrated if he senses any disrespect towards their mission or disregard for his orders. That same goes for his partner, if they decided not to see how important it is for Leo.

He values structure and organization, so if you're too spontaneous or disregard the importance of training and preparation, it might put a strain on your relationship. It’s not that Leo doesn’t like a few spontaneous things, but he has a daily routine that he needs to follow.

Leo doesn’t like it when it gets too messy in the bedroom. Sure, he can get into the kinky stuff, and bodily fluids tend to get involved, but it has to be easy to clean. So it’s a big no when it comes to bringing food into the bedroom. Maybe something to drink so you can keep going, but other than a few snacks for movies, no food.

Degradation. Leo likes it when you call each other things; good boy, good girl, Sensei, slut has even been used, but he will never talk down to you. He’s not against talking about how much one of you was loving it, but peeling each other apart with words. Never ask or expect him to call you dumb, stupid or something worse, because he won’t do it.

If you bleed, either from a bite or Leo being a little too rough with you, he shuts the whole thing down. You can say you liked it, but Leo wasn’t having it. Blood meant pain, typically a pain that was way stronger than any pleasure. Leo did not like it, fearing that he was hurting you too much.

Raphael:

Turn Ons:

Your fiery spirit and unwavering determination catch Raphael's attention from the start. He's drawn to your confidence and independence, finding your willingness to stand up for what you believe in incredibly attractive.

Raphael appreciates your straightforwardness and isn't afraid to engage in some friendly banter and teasing with you, loving the challenge you present. Nothing could get Rapg in the mood, like when you returned his comment with an even fiery one, continuing back and forth until one was the ultimate winner. That winner tended to be the dominant one that night (even though Raph tended to take that role from you very quickly), or some very hot brat taming.

Just like playful banter, playful fighting could rail Raph up so easily, trying his best to keep you pinned to the ground. He found it adorable to watch you struggle against him, and at times he would let you think you had the upper hand, before he pushed you to the ground, smiling mischievously at you, your flustered expression keeping him going every time.

Rough sex is his favorite kind. Though he would never try to intentionally hurt you, he did have a thing for hearing you whimper and plead for him, often turning into a whole game of dirty talk.

Begging has Raph spinning. He could lose his mind, just to the sound of your begging. However, if you really want him to enjoy it, don’t beg straight away. Make him fight for it. That’s the most fun part.

This man LOVES spanking. It is the sound, and the way your flesh jiggles afterwards, and the reddening of your skin, almost matching the color of his bandana. Raph loves watching your ass turn red during doggy style, calling it proof that he has been the one doing this to you.

Sex outside the bedroom? This man will do it anywhere with you. All you have to do is ask, and he will do it.

Turn Offs:

While Raphael admires your independence, he can become frustrated if he feels like you're shutting him out or keeping secrets. He values honesty and loyalty above all else, so if he senses any deceit or manipulation, it could lead to some serious clashes between you two. He can easily become insecure, overthinking very quickly, and make up ideas in his head, based on things you once said. Just talk to him, it makes everything easier.

Raph’s not a fan of overly clingy behavior and needs his space to process his emotions. That does not mean that he doesn’t want you around, but sometimes, when he’s mad at his brothers, he just needs to punch a punching bag first, before he tells you what's going on.

Raph loves to choke you doing sex, but if you choke him, he will pull away. Make sure he’s okay with it before you do it, otherwise he will start gaining some real trust issues when it comes to your intimate activities. He may be open for it one day, but he NEEDS to know it before you get down and dirty.

Stay. AWAY. From. His. ASS. No finger, no nothing. He ain’t doing it. Nope. Nuh-uh. Your butt, hell yeah! But his butt? FORGET IT.

His tail too! Ask first, otherwise, he will get aggressive or just walk away.

If you as much as joke about getting down with one of his brothers, his done. Leave. Raph is a pretty insecure guy, so a small joke can easily break him. Don’t do that to the poor guy. He’s trying his best.

You can get your ass spanked and your throat used and choked, but he will never make you bleed. He wants you to enjoy it just as much as him, so as soon as you tell him you don’t like it, he will stop. He will shut the whole thing down, even if you protest, deciding to spend the time cuddling instead.

As much as Raph loves to do nasty things with you, don’t you dare tell anybody. It’s not because he doesn’t want people to know that you two are intimate, but he just doesn't want people all up in his and your very personal business.

Donatello:

Turn Ons:

Donatello is captivated by your intellect and curiosity, often finding himself engrossed in deep conversations with you about science, technology, and the mysteries of the universe.

He's drawn to your creativity and innovative thinking, appreciating your unique perspective on the world. Your passion for learning and exploring new ideas resonates with his own interests, creating a strong intellectual connection between you two.

Donnie is a BIG fan of phone sex. Masturbation together over the phone or sexting when you couldn’t be together. He loved it all. If you’re in the mood, just send him a pic and he is ready. He can fix whatever he was working on another time.

He has a thing for seeing you in his color. A purple shirt, or maybe even surprise him with purple underwear, and he will be ON. Sometimes he will even let you wear his bandana, maybe even wrapping it around you during sex. He just loved the sight.

Donnie LOVES dirty talk. All of it. He can be so sweet and caring on any other occasion, but during sex, he can talk so nasty to you, making you wonder where all that came from. But in truth, he had always been like that. It just took a person he trusted to bring it out of him.

Neither you or Donnie have a set role when it comes to sex. You feel like being submissive? Sure, then he’ll dominate you until your world starts shaking. Or let’s say that you feel like dominating, Donnie will happily be submissive, begging and pleading for you.

Let him watch you. Please! He finds it so hot!

Your purple genius turtle likes to try out news in the bedroom. He has a very open mind when it comes to your sex life, and will pretty much try anything you bring up, and things that has been thinking about for some time.

Turn Offs:

Donnie doesn’t have a lot of sexual turn offs, most of them having something to do with the maintenance of a relationship. But he will NEVER do anything you don’t want him to! Never ever! If you don’t want to, he will throw the idea away, prioritizing your comfort way more.

Donnie values honesty and transparency in a relationship, so if he feels like you're hiding something or being evasive, it can cause some tension between you two.

When it comes to relationships, he's also not a fan of recklessness or impulsiveness, preferring to carefully analyze situations before taking action. He wants to talk to you first, going through all the pros and cons, making sure that both of you are on the same page, and that nothing is left in the unknown. If you disregard safety protocols or act without thinking things through, it could lead to some disagreements.

Donnie is not always available, even though he really wants to be. Since he’s the only one that knows how to fix a toaster, his help is often needed in the lair. Therefore it would really discourage him in the long run, if you didn’t come down to visit him.

Cut him off during his long rambles about the newest thing he was working on, or show a general lack of interest in his work, and Donnie will quickly find himself rethinking the entire relationship. It’s not a lot he’s asking for, and his trying his best to make space for you in his life, so if you can’t give him that, is it even worth it?

Break some of his work on purpose, and he will feel like you have betrayed him.

Michelangelo:

Turn Ons:

Your fun-loving nature and sense of humor immediately click with Mikey's laid-back personality. He's drawn to your adventurous spirit and willingness to join him on spontaneous escapades around the city. Mikey loves your positive attitude and ability to find joy in the simplest of things, often finding himself laughing and smiling more when you're around.

There’s many ways to get Mikey in the mood, one of the easiest ones being just telling him. Whisper in his ear and tell him you’re in the mood, and you’ll find that he too will be in the mood. It doesn’t take much more than that.

Something as simple as cuddling could get him going. Hug him in a certain way that reminded him of how you would press yourself against him, and his mind would go wandering until he couldn’t contain his excitement anymore.

Dress up in something revealing, and Mikey will not be able to keep his hands from himself. Especially something that puts focus on your chest. It will definitely help with this boob man.

There’s no way around it, but Mikey will bring food into the bedroom, and he will find a way to involve it in your acts. Licking syrup off of each other, or maybe eating ice cream from your chest. If Mikey can think of it, he will do it.

Mikey genuinely wants sex to be fun and enjoyable for both of you. It is a light hearted and pleasurable affair, and he will not see any reason to stop before you and him are satisfied… for the time being.

Sneaking around in the lair and in the city above can also really get him going. Mikey can’t help it. The thought of getting caught did some very interesting things to him.

Does Mikey like to be a little submissive sometimes? Yes, yes he does.

Roleplay? YES! This man LOVES it! Anything creative in the bedroom and he is hooked!

Turn Offs:

Mikey is not a fan of negativity or pessimism, preferring to surround himself with positivity and optimism. He understands that not everything is a dance on roses, but if you continuously point out the negative, he can find himself growing quite bored or maybe even tired of the relationship.

If there is one thing Mikey can’t stand, it is when he is forced to put a damper on his imagination and creativity. Tell him no to a good roleplay one too many times, and he will become quite agitated.

Mikey understands that sometimes life gets serious, he does not like it when his sex life has to be serious too. Mikey is not against intense intimacy with eye contact and all that, but let him have fun dammit! Can’t he have fun, then what is the purpose?!

Stick to one position for too long, and Mikey will get bored. And once Mikey is bored, the mood is gone. Keep it interesting, listen to his suggestions and have fun.

Keep Mikey stuck in the bedroom for too long, and he will - you guessed it - get bored. If you won’t sneak around with him, he will feel utterly lost in boredom. It takes a lot to make Mikey rethink a whole relationship, but with everything combined, he may be getting close to that point.

And the worst of them all. Probably the one he would put as the base for a break up; make him feel or call him childish. Now, Mikey wouldn’t care if his brothers called you and Mikey immature and childish, but if you called him that, along with sucking all the fun out of his life, Mikey would call it quits. He wants to have fun with his partner, and if his partner refused to do that, he wouldn’t want to be with them.

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yumejoushi · 3 months

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Me: We don't give rise!Raph enough attention

Me to me: Then write something for him

Me: ...

Me: You've convinced me

Female pronouns used, suggestive toward the end but nothing happens because Raph is a gentleman, I promise

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"Told you she wouldn't last."

For a moment, Raph doesn't know what Leo's talking about. Then he follows his brother's amused gaze to where you're passed out on the couch and smirks right along with him. You'd been so adamant - so stubborn. All those claims that yes, you were gonna make it through all three movies they'd picked. Yes, really. All three. 100%, for sure, you would not fall asleep. And here you were. Halfway through the first one and already out cold.

You make a small sound in your sleep, your brow twitching slightly before smoothing out once more. Raph feels himself soften, feels his smirk shift into a genuine smile. He couldn't blame you, really. You'd taken a double shift today and still come by for movie night. Even now, as you slept, he could see the exhaustion weighing you down.

"Eh, leave her alone, Leo," Raph says, keeping his voice low despite how loud the others were being as they quoted the movie and tossed popcorn into each other's mouths. "She deserves some rest."

Leo is quiet for a moment. Then he speaks with a tone that hints at something that Raph doesn't quite catch. "She deserves to sleep somewhere better than our ratty couch. Don't you think?"

Raph pulls his eyes away from your face, trying to read Leo's expression and failing. He's not smirking anymore, but there's something there that Raph isn't seeing. "...Yeah. I guess so."

Leo hums. The corners of his mouth tick upward. "Maybe you should take her to your room. Quieter there, yeah? More comfy, too."

Raph narrows his eyes. Searches Leo's face. Looks back at you, noting that your neck is at an awkward angle against the arm of the couch. Looks back at Leo.

Hm. That tone usually means Leo is up to something, but he's not wrong. And Raph would hate for you to get woken up by their stupid shenanigans after you'd had such a long week.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll, uh," Raph grunts as he pushes himself up to stand. "I'll let her have my room tonight."

He gently scoops you up, and his stomach does a strange little flutter. Too much soda. Or too much pizza, maybe. Either way, he pushes it down, carrying you slowly so he doesn't jostle you too much. You're warm. Soft. Pliant in his arms.

He's walking slowly so he doesn't wake you. That's all.

When he makes it to his room, he's pleased to find that it is, in fact, much quieter in here. Slowly, gently, he lowers you into the bed and pulls the covers up to tuck you in. You don't wake, though you do make another soft sound in the back of your throat. There's another flutter in his stomach.

Weird.

He pulls back, knowing he should return to the movie, but. He doesn't move. He doesn't really know why, but he wants to... stay. Watch you sleep.

Wait, that's creepy, isn't it? He should go. He should...

He wants to stay, though.

"Raphie?"

Your voice makes him jump despite how quiet and raspy it is from sleep. He feels his cheeks heat, feels his eyes widen as he takes in your bleary stare. He clears his throat, squeaking out, "Yeah?"

You look so tired. Barely even conscious. Even as you reach out a hand, making a grabby gesture at him, he can tell you're still halfway asleep. It's... really fucking cute. And then you speak again.

"Lay with me?"

Okay, now his chest is doing something weird. He's really starting to wonder if he's actually getting sick or something.

You're still reaching for him, your arm starting to shake in the air and your mouth pulling into an adorable pout despite your eyes having fallen closed once again. Then you make a sound of distress that has him huffing out an exasperated, fond sigh.

You're gonna be so embarrassed when you wake up tomorrow, Raph thinks.

He climbs into bed, settling in behind you. Careful, always careful, he places an arm across your waist and holds you closer. It's not close enough, apparently, as you scoot yourself backward so that your back is flush against his plastron, so that your legs tangle with his. You pull his arm from your waist to your chest, wrapping both of your arms around it and holding it close. He stiffens at that, while you let out a contented sigh.

Something is definitely wrong with him. His heart is beating way too fast, and his chest feels like it's... too full? Or something? He should leave so you don't catch whatever it is that has him feeling so-

You make another breathy sound in your sleep. It's completely innocent, it's just a sound, but at the same time... it does something to him. With him pressed so closely against you, with his arm trapped against your chest and the smell of your shampoo in his nose and the way the blanket falls over your curves, he suddenly has the mortifying thought that he wants to-

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

He's going to kill Leo tomorrow.

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yumejoushi · 3 months

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Hey wonder what the ROTTMNT turtles would react when they're being scratched by the reader.

Tmnt masterlist. Ultimate masterlist. AL masterlist

HC 25: Shell scratches

Raph: ❤️

Was very hesitant to let you scratch his shell considering how spikey and sharp it is.

Poor boy didn't want to hurt you accidentally.

Yet you kept asking him and wearing him down, so he eventually let you do it but only if you wear oven mitts.

You argued about it at first, saying you wanted to feel his shell beneath your fingers, but Raph wouldn't give in.

So there you were, sat next to his side, an oven mitt on one hand.

Your fingers, to the best of your ability, glided along his shell like magic.

Raph released a calming sigh and fell asleep with the gentle patterns you were drawing onto him.

When he was unconscious to the world, you took off the glove and hummed at the ragged shell beneath the tips of your fingers.

Leo: 💙

Was a little nervous at first, I mean, c'mon on... touching his shell? A little intimate if you ask me.

He wanted you to do it in the privacy of his room, although you doubt a curtain could hold much privacy at all.

The way he was making it out was like you were planning to rob a bank or something.

You both sat on his bed, you buzzing, Leo slightly pale but smiling nonetheless.

"You ready?"

"O-of course, I wouldn't I be? Don't I look ready to you?"

Suuureee, if ready meant sweating buckets.

"Leo, I'm just scratching your shell. If you don't want me to do it, then we don't have to."

"No, no, I can handle it. I'm a brave boy."

The moment your nails dragged along his shell, Leo practically melted into the bed.

Donnie: 💜

Donnie wasn't one for touchy stuff, so when you asked if you could scratch his shell it was more of a challenge than you thought.

After countlessly asking him politely, you devised a plan to get him when he was distracted and go from there; no matter the consequence.

Donnie had been working in his lab as of late, on what? Who knows, but what you did know was that he was completely enthralled by the little dohickey on his desk.

Sneaking up behind him, lucky he had detached his battleshell earlier that day, you dragged the tips of your fingers down the centre of his spine.

Feeling the bumps in the bone.

Donnie shrieked like a baby when you first made contact, ready to run his mouth but nothing came out but a sigh.

Doesn't admit he likes it but won't stop you from doing it again.

Mikey: 🧡

Mikey will be the only one out of his four brothers who encourage you to give him back scratches.

Splinter used to do it when he was younger and had nightmares, but now...not so much.

So when you offered one day he was over the moon, rushing around you like a headless chicken.

He had laid out a small fort in the projector room, the floor covered in pillows and blankets.

You saw him lay on his belly, face stuffed into the pillow under his chin.

"Comfy?" you asked, amused.

Mikey nodded rapidly, pointing his fingers to his shell.

You caught on pretty quickly and began to scratch his back haphazardly.

Mikey had the biggest smile on his face, you knew when you hit a good spot cause he'd sigh constantly.

Definitely begs you to give him shell scratches.

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yumejoushi · 3 months

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Can I please request Rottmnt turtles x reader where the turtles decide to have a sleep over at the readers house and have a good time, until the reader accidentally confesses to them and they all get flustered?

A/N: Okay, so I'm assuming you probably wanted a fic, but to me it just worked better as a headcanon. Sorry if that's not what you wanted, but I still hope you enjoy!

HC 28: Sleepover confessions

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Raph: ❤️

When the guys first arrived at your apartment, Raph treated it as though it was the first time. He'd ask you about the decorations in your house, who the people were in the photographs and so on. He only did it so he could learn more about you and to see that beaming smile on your face.

He, like his brothers, obviously fought over what movie to watch. He'd then shush everyone when you've chosen the movie because the boys couldn't pick one for themselves.

He'll push whoever is sat near him to the ground just so he can have your warm body against his. Doesn't care about the looks he gets from his brothers.

Around the halfway point of the second movie, you keep jittering and shuffling around all nervous. He takes note and whispers if you're okay, you'd meekly nod your head and receive a worried glance in return.

After another movie, you'd pull Raph aside and finally allow him to see how stressed out and crazy you'd look. He'd calm you down, asking you to speak with words and not sounds.

Once you open your mouth and quickly confess to him, Raph breaks.

Raph e.x.e has stopped working.

Lifts you up without saying anything and doesn't let you go for the rest of the night.

Leo: 💙

Mr cool boy thinks he safe from the whole fluster thing, he's the 'tried it once, wasn't me' kinda guy.

But the moment you're stood in your kitchen with him and just start confessing. He can feel his palms sweat, mouth drool, knees shake, the works.

He's cursing how his cheeks could illuminate the sea like a lighthouse as you babble on about your feelings for him.

Once you're finished you check back to Leo, only to see the guy's completely motionless. At one point you poked a finger against his chest and watched him crumble to the ground.

You lightly winced as his shell hit the ground.

Leaning over him, you saw his eyes flutter open then remain in a half-cast gaze, a dopey smile on his lips.

He opened his mouth to speak but only lovesick sounds came out.

He'd make it up to you the next day.

Donnie: 💜

Donnie never thought you could like him in any other way than friends. So when you took him to your room during the movie, much to his disappointment because he was really looking forward to watching it, he was speechless.

He listened carefully as you began reciting what seemed to be a monologue in your head, confessing all your innermost feelings to him.

To him about him!

He couldn't believe it, he didn't believe it. How could someone as amazing as you fall for a skinny nerd like him, a reptile at that, it just didn't make sense.

But he allowed, for once, his brain to silence and for his heart to control things.

He quickly leapt onto you, sending you both tumbling onto your bed as his arms gripped your back in a tight embrace. His beak pressing against the curves of your neck, a deep churr resonating from his chest.

He never wanted to leave this moment, it was his new favourite memory he had decided.

Mikey: 🧡

Mikey was just happy to spend some one-on-one time with you, it's not that he hated his brothers, but time with you was different.

Time with you was unexpected, and Mikey liked the unexpected.

He had followed you to the bathroom, per Donnie's request for some bandages after Raph had cut himself while recreating a move on T.V.

Mikey questioned your decision to shut the door, knowing that there wasn't a cabinet behind the ageing wood.

But the moment you turned to face him with desperation and fear in your eyes, Mikey sprang forward and embraced you.

He began rubbing his hands up and down your back in soothing motions, whispering kind words to you as you cried.

He wasn't sure why you were crying at first but then he heard it, the weak "I love you".

And suddenly he found himself squeezing you harder, he found himself repeating your words. The same amount of love, if not more, going into them.

You stayed like that for a while, only scrambling for the medkit when Donnie screamed at you from the living room.

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Hello Nurse

2012 Donnie x Female Reader

A/N: Literally did this so I could pull off one reference, that’s all. Enjoy!

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Typing away on your essay, your fingers gliding over the keys with ease. Soft, steady beats were playing through the speakers of your laptop as the hustle and bustle of New York crept into your room from your open window. Breathing out a sigh, you pushed your chair away from the desk you’d been perched at for over two hours, spinning around in the swivel chair you took in the quiet atmosphere of your apartment. You were currently renting an apartment with April, you remember the sense of freedom that swept you away as soon as you signed your soul to the corporation that owned the complex.

The sound of your phone vibrating on the crummy Ikea desk brought you back to the present, shuffling the chair closer to the desk you stretched over and firmly grasped your phone. Rolling your eyes, you answered the call with a breathy laugh “Hey Donnie, what’s up?”

“Er, hey (Y/N), do you, uhh, have any plans tonight?” Donnie stuttered, seemingly shy. Your lips quirked up in delight, slouching back in your chair your gaze landed on the laptop screen that had faded to black due to your absence. Your mind teased the thought of procrastinating your English essay and seeing what Donnie had in mind, but, part of your mind was screaming at you to finish this essay.

Keep reading

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yumejoushi · 3 months

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So I’m thinking 🖐️

About that wonderful fic where TLR Mikey returns home and meets his son and finds his partner again, and it’s a happy reunion.

Sooo are they gettin down and dirty the night he comes back? I mean, it’s been several years for both of them, and they’re elated to see each other…

So she’s gettin dicked down within an inch of her life, right? After Yoshi is in bed of course. Lest he be scarred after just meeting his dad.

16 Years: part 2 (18+)

TLR!Michelangelo x reader

Part 1

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A/N: Of course they’re going to do that. Now, brace yourself, because you and Mikey are about to go to town!🖤 Just a note; many turtles keep growing throughout their life, and it does seem like Mikey has gotten bigger throughout TLR. Do with that information as you want😏

🔴Part 3 is already in writing!🔴

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Warnings: Sub reader and dom Mikey, dirty talk, finger, handjob, turtley anatomy, size kink, manhandling, orale - male and female reviving - 69, face fucking, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, small amount of tears, a little begging, talk of breeding, mating press, creampies.

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The first night back together with Michelangelo, was an emotional one. You, Mikey and Yoshi had held each other tight, none of you willing to let go, before April and Casey Marie came in to tell you that dinner was ready. It was then, during dinner, that 16 year old Yoshi’s mouth started running, his mood changing from one of happy tears, to one of pure happiness with a bright smile. He told Mikey everything he could think of. And Mikey listened to his every word, watching the animated moves of his arms as he spoke, and his inability to keep his voice down when he got excited. Mikey felt emotions rush over him. Yoshi was just like he had been when he was 16. Easily excited, loud and most importantly, happy. It was an incredible and almost unbelievable sight. His son - the child he thought he had lost all those years ago - sat in front of him, happy and healthy. And you, his mother - who’s spirit he had thought had haunted him for so long - sat by his side, your soft hand soothing his arm as both of you listened to your son.

After dinner, Yoshi was eager to show Mikey around the lair, while Casey Marie wanted to hear if all the stories you and her mother had told were real. Her eyes sparkling in a way that reminded Mikey of one of his best friends - Casey. There was just something about watching the two teenagers as they pulled him down the halls, eager to show him the things they cared for. It reminded him of him, his brothers and Casey Jones.

Mikey was about to cry when he realized that his old room was now Yoshi’s room. As Yoshi showed it to him, Mikey marveled at how well it looked for its age. I almost looked exactly the same as it had done, the last time he was there. The shelves were filled with nicknacks, such as old action figures Mikey had bought in his teenage years, with the addition of things Yoshi had collected over the years. His heart swelled when he saw his old comic book collection, and how Yoshi had been adding on to it over the years, with comics he had found on the black market. It was enough to make Mikey’s eyes water, bringing Yoshi in for another long hug.

Later that night, as all the inhabitants of the lair went to bed, neither you or Mikey could keep your hands off each other. Once the two of you had gone to bed, in the room that used to be Splinter’s, Mikey was on you in less than a second, his big hands roaming the body he had been missing for so long. His overalls laying over an old chair in the corner of the room, along with your pants and bra, leaving you in nothing but an oversized shirt and your underwear.

The only thing that could be heard was you and Mikey’s muffled hums of delight as your lips worked together, and your tongues danced with one another. Mikey had missed it. To have you this close once more with your soft lips one his. The lips he had forced himself not to look at our dream about. It was almost enough to make a grown man cry out of pure happiness. The touch of your fingers against his skin, and just the sound of the air you were breathing made his head spin.

Mikey moved his head into the crook of your neck, where nibbled and kissed your soft skin, going straight for where your soft spot was. And to his delight you reacted just like you used to do all those years ago. Letting out a gaspe and arching your back slightly, while turning your head in order to make more room for him to work with. God, how he had missed you.

“Tonight, I’ve every single intention of doing all the things to you that I haven’t been able to do for the past 16 years”, he growled against your neck, making you shiver at his words with your hands holding on to his shoulders. He took in your scent, the low vibration of churring erupting from his chest. It almost made him black out for a moment. It was the first time he had churred in 16 years. God, how he had missed you.

“I’ve been thinking about you everyday, Mikey”, you whispered, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck. Your head flooded with your many thoughts over the years. You remember the time you gave birth to Yoshi, and how you cried with both the happiness of your healthy half human, half mutant turtle son, but also at the sadness of not being able to share the moment with the love of your life, and the father of your child. You remembered all those nights where you hugged Mikey’s old pillow at night, crying and missing him, wondering why the world had to take him from you like that. “I’ve missed you so much”, you whispered once more, hugging him close, your legs trying to wrap themselves around his broad torso and shell.

“I’ve missed you too, (Y/N)”, Mikey said, using one arm to hold you close, while his other hand made its way down your torso, moving from your hip down to the flesh of your butt cheek. “Every fucking day”. His fingers grabbed onto your flesh, making you hum, your arousal growing stronger. That smell. That beautiful smell. Once again, Mikey felt tears press against the back of his eyes. “Fuck, you smell amazing”, he growled, pressing his beak closer against your skin. You let your hand rest against the top of his shell, lightly tracking him with your finger tips. The sounds that came from him let you know that he was enjoying it.

The big three fingered hand on your ass started groping your skin, pulling you against his lower region, grinding you against his cloaca. You gasped, enjoying the friction against your most intimate area. He lifted up your hip from the mattress with ease, as if you weighed less than a finger, pulling your underwear down from the back, before throwing them somewhere in the room.

You eagerly opened your legs for Mikey, going as far as to hold your legs open with your hands under your knees, causing the terrapin to chuckle at you. His chuckle however died out when he leaned back on his knees, seeing your flower glistering with juices for him. The mere sight made him growled as his hands slowly ran down your open legs, getting closer to your core. When he saw you bite your lower lip in anticipation, your eyes following the slow movements of his hands, he felt the pressure against his cloaca, the need to drop slowly building up.

Mikey’s right hand was the first to reach your core, the other resting at the joint between your pelvic and your thigh. He took a moment to admire you, as you laid on your back, presenting your beautiful self to him with eagerness. So many years had gone by, and were still so willing to show yourself and your love for him.

His right thumb made a smooth stroke through your folds, running from the bottom and all the way to the top, before resting on your clit. You let out a needy moan, watching his big thumb as it rested on you. It had been so long since anyone had touched your most intimate area. Such a long time since you had felt Mikey’s giant hands on you. Just the feeling of his thumb on your bundle of nerves could have made you cum on the spot.

“So fucking beautiful”, Mikey mumbled as he started down at you, letting out a groan as he started moving his thumb in circles around you. You moaned, your legs tensing up at his movements, your toes already curling. Mikey chuckled once more. “You still like when I do that, babe?”

“Yes”, you moaned out, your brows frowning in a focused expression as Mikey’s circles became smoother in speed.

Another chuckle came from Mikey, a smug smile on his face. How you loved that sound. And that smile. It was like looking at that man you fell in love with all those years ago.

“You already look like you’re about to cum”, he said, his thumb continuing its pleasurable movements on you, while his other hand started massaging your flesh. “We’ve only just got started”.

You wanted to grin, smile at Mikey and his comment, but all you could do was moan with your face contorted in pleasure. “I’ve just missed your hands so much”, you said, feeling yourself clench around nothing but air.

“I bet you have”, Mikey said, groaning as he saw your muscles clench together. “Just as much as I’ve missed your beautiful pussy”. You gasped at his words, and the sudden feeling of his index finger sliding through your folds. “I bet you’ve missed this too”, was the last thing he said, before he pushed his finger into your dripping entrance.

“Shit!”, you moaned, your mouth falling open as he pushed his finger all the way inside of you, his thick digit stretching you out, after years of in action.

Mikey hummed at your reaction before he started moving his finger along with the thumb on your clit. “I knew you’d missed that”.

“Fuck, Mikey”, you breathed out, finding it harder and harder to keep your legs open for him, the instinct to close them becoming stronger and stronger. Mikey noticed that, and used the hand on your thigh to keep your leg open, letting your other leg rest over his thigh.

He growled at the way your walls hugged his fingers, thinking of the last time he felt you around him. How your walls had clenched around him when you came all those years ago.

As if you could read his mind, an idea popped into your head. Letting your legs over his thighs, you placed one of your hands on the mattress, letting yourself rest against it, while the other made its way to Mikey’s aching cloaca. Just like Mikey had done to you, you let your fingers work on him, in the same way you had done all those years ago. The mutant above you shivered, watching your fingers on him while his own worked on you. You knew exactly what to do, his small sounds spurring you on, until his manhood slowly slipped out of his slit and into the grasp of your hand. You gasped at his size. Michelangelo had always been big, but there was no doubt that he had grown over the years. The years had made Mikey taller, broader, more muscular and rougher, and so had his manhood. Leaking with pre-cum with prominent veins running up his shaft, you could feel your mouth water at the sight.

You started to move your hand up and down his shaft, causing Mikey to let out a low vibrating moan that went straight to your core. His brown bones frowning and his lips agape in pure pleasure, feeling your small soft hand on him.

Mikey’s fingers speed up, causing you to do the same to him, both of you moaning out at the feeling. The green hand that massaged your thigh went to the hem of your oversized shirt, pulling it up just enough for your breast and hard nipples to be let out to the open air of the cold room. Mikey growled, letting his left hand work on right breast, while his mouth found your left nipple.

“Mikey”, you moaned as you felt his tongue lick over your bud. The muscles of your lower region closed in on Mikey’s fingers, your hand around his shaft getting sloppy, letting him know that you were getting close. His fingers sped up to a brutal speed, your hips grinding against his hand, his mouth continuing its assault on your nipple.

“Mikey!”, you cried out, closing your eyes as you let your head fall back. “I’m getting close! Babe, I’m close!”

“Cum for me, (Y/N)”, Mikey growled. “Cum around my fingers. Show me how much you’ve missed my fingers”.

And you did just that. Your walls fluttered around Mikey’s finger as you came. Your legs locking up around his thighs, while Mikey’s lips came to yours, swallowing your loud moans as your body did small spasms under him. Mikey’s fingers continued in and out of you, riding out your high until you started to relax, your walls letting go of his finger.

But Mikey was not done with you. After missing you for 16 years, he intended to follow through on his words. Tonight he was going to do all the things he hadn’t been able to do for the past 16 years.

Mikey pulled his now soaked fingers out of you, before putting them in his mouth, sucking up your sweet juices. He then leaned back down over you, capturing your lips in a lazy kiss. You moaned against him when you tasted yourself on his tongue, finding your core getting needy once more.

“You taste so good, babe”, Mikey mumbled against your lips, his hands stroking your sides. “I want more”. With those words he sat back on his knees once more, before grabbing a hold of your left leg and arm, before throwing you onto your stomach, the bed creaking as you landed back on the mattress. You yelped, both out of shock and excitement. In your younger days, Mikey had been rough with you before, but he had never thrown you about like this before. But you could not deny how attractive you found it. After so many years, your boyfriend was like a madman for your body, awoken by the sound of your moans and the taste of your juices.

Once on your stomach, grabbed onto your waisted and pulled you with him as he laid down on his shell, with his head by the foot of the bed. He picked you up with ease, placing you over his mouth with his firmly around your waist, making sure you stayed in place. From your position on top of Mikey, you had free access to his thick, free standing erection with pre-cum slowly dripping down its length.

Mikey nuzzled his head in between your thighs, his hands moving from your waist to your ass, firmly grabbing onto your cheeks, before his tongues started licking through your now overly sensitive folds. You moaned, your head falling to lay against his thick muscular thigh. Mikey growled, your salty juices in his tongue making him dizzy, his churring getting louder, vibrating through his chest.

With your head still resting against his thigh, you hand took a hold of Mikey’s thick shaft, once again stroking your hand up and down his length. You lifted your head before letting your tongue lick all the day from his base up to the very top of his penis, giving his spongy head extra attention before taking as much of him into your mouth as possible, hollowing out your cheeks. You bobbed your head up and down his impressive size, your hand taking care of the parts you couldn’t fit inside of your mouth.

Mikey moaned against your core, causing you to moan over his shaft. Mikey tongue and lips found your sensitive clit, where he started to suck on hooded bud. The sounds that came from you, vibrated through his length, making Mikey close his eyes in pleasure. It became harder and harder for him to keep his hips still, the urge to thrust up into your wonderful mouth.

The hands on your ass pushed you further against Mikey’s face, as his tongue made its way to your entrance, before plunging into your depths. You cried out against Mikey’s cock, breaking his ability to hold back. As his tongue thrusted into your core, his hips started to do the same into your mouth. Gagging noises along with moans came from your mouth as Mikey started to thrust up into you, making him whimper against your folds. You wrapped your arms around his thighs as he bend his legs, making it easier for him to fuck your face.

You cried out as one of Mikey’s big hands came down on your cheek, a loud smack eching against the brick walls of the room. He moaned once more as you started to grind yourself against his face, feeling your second high of the night build up. Mikey too could feel himself get closer. The feeling he hasn't felt in years creeping closer and closer, bringing back all the memories of you and him having sex in your youth. All the times he had come in your mouth. Your wonderful, beautiful mouth. Fuck, he had missed it.

Your hips started to move erratically, and your leg muscles tensed up once again. You were close, just as close as Mikey was getting. Once again he smacked his hand down on the soft flesh of your cheek, before forcing you closer to his face as you gagged on his rod. The creaking bed shrieking through the sounds that the two of you made, your movements becoming faster and faster, until you finally reached your second high.

Your hips shuttered against Mikey’s face as he lapped all of your sweet juices, his hips continuing against your face, until your finally cry of pleasure made him fall over the edge. He came into your mouth with small shutters of his hips, coating the inside of your mouth, while you too lapped up everything he gave you.

Not even fully down from your peaks, Mikey moved your body off of him, before laying you on your back with your head on a soft pillow. The years may have made Mikey bigger and rougher, but they haven’t made him less loving. Once he had you on your back, he pulled you in for a loving passionate kiss, bracing himself on his forearm by your head, while his other hand stroked your sides with care. Both of you hummed at the taste of each other on the other’s lips and tongues as the kiss deepened, becoming hungry with need once again.

Mikey’s still prominent erection pressed against your thigh making you whimper. The thought of him inside of your now overly sensitive cunt made you shiver under his touch, yet you still opened your legs and arms for him, holding him close as the heat built up between your legs once more.

You gasped as Mikey bit on to your lower lip, sucking on it as the hand on your side continued down to his shaft, before sliding it through your folds. Up and down, picking up your slick, making sure to press his head against your clit every time, making you jolt each time.

“I fucking love you, (Y/N)”, he mumbled against your lips and he lined himself up against your entrance, feeling your warmth radiate onto him. “And I’ll never stop loving you”.

“I’ve loved you ever since I first met you, Michelangelo”, you whimpered, your breathing heavy with anticipation, filling his spongy head linger against your opening. “And I’ll continue to love you until the very end”.

You hooked your legs around him, almost begging him to push into you. Mikey did as you asked, placing a small kiss on your lips before slowly pushing himself into you, stretching you further out than his finger did. The moan you let out was louder than you had anticipated, your hands instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders. Mikey groaned at the way your walls hugged around him. You felt tighter than the last time he was inside of you, which didn’t surprise him much. He had grown quite a bit since he last saw you, but he did not complain. You still felt as amazing as ever, his gaze never moving from where your hips were connected, his shaft slowly disappearing inside of your wet hole.

Once all the way inside of you, Mikey showered your face with kisses as you adjusted to his immense size. But you impatiently patted his shoulder and wiggled underneath him, begging him to start moving.

Mikey chuckled against your ear. “Still so eager”, he said, placing a kiss on your cheek as he slowly pulled out of you, before thrusting back into you. Both of you moaning out as the old bed creaked under you. But none of you cared. The feeling of having the love of your life inside of you once more was enough to make you forget the world around you.

Mikey groaned as he continued his slow movements, resting his forehead against yours, letting the knuckles of his hand stroke your cheek as he watched your eyes and your slightly agape lips. Once again, he could not stop thinking about how beautiful you were.

“Faster, Mikey”, you whimpered, your hand moving from underneath his shoulder to the edge of his shell. “Please, go faster”.

Mikey felt dizzy with happiness once more. It had been so long since he had heard you say something like that. So long since you had begged for him. Mikey growled, leaning back in order to hook your legs over his arms, before he started moving faster against you. You gasped, grabbing on to his arms, your mouth hanging open in an O shape as his thrust brought your insides wave after wave of pleasure.

“Fuck”, he groaned, leaning further down over you once more, bringing your legs higher up on his arms, his movements getting harder and faster. “You feel so good, (Y/N). You’ve always felt so good”.

You couldn’t help but moan, one of your hands grabbing onto the pillow behind your head. You haven’t felt this kind of pleasure in 16 years, and now you found that your words became slurred in your mouth, the only words that you were able to blur out being; “faster” and “harder” along with random “please” here and there.

Mikey groaned as leaned all the way down to you, bringing your legs over his shoulder, trapping you in a mating press, his hips pistoning against you with a rapid speed, hitting your sweet spot with expertise over and over again. The sound of your skin slapping together rang out in the room, with the bed creaking violently under you. Yet you did not care, you wanted more, begging Mikey with the few words you were able to speak.

“I’m gonna pump you full”, Mikey said through clenched teeth as he felt his second high build up. “Just like I did last time”.

His words made you shiver and moan, aching against him as he continually pounded into you, the sound of your skin getting louder, your breast bouncing with each thrust. Still unable to speak, you started whining as you felt yourself getting close for a third time that night. Feeling your walls close in around him once more, Mikey let out an animalistic growl, that only served you clench further around him, making you whimper out in small high pitch sounds.

“Say my name”, Mikey growled, his voice strained by his relentless pounding. “I want to hear you say my name again. I want to hear my name when you cum”.

“Mikey”, you whimpered, feeling tears form in your eyes by the mild overstimulation you had received that night.

“Louder”, he growled, his hand finding your face, cupping your chin in order to make you look him in the eyes. “I want to hear you, (Y/N). Please (Y/N), I need to hear you once more”.

And that was what did it for you. Your eyes rolled back as your third orgasm of the night took over, making you whine out his name, your muscles tensing up as you felt earthshaking pleasure take over you. And as Mikey felt your walls clamp down around him, he felt his own orgasm rush in. Riding out your highs, he continued to thrust into you, coating your insides as he had done to your mouth just a few moments before.

Once you had calmed down, your muscles relaxing once more, Mikey slowly pulled out of you, watching as his second load of the night slowly dripped out of you. It reminded him of the night a little over 16 years ago, where you and he had finally decided it was time to try and get you pregnant. As if you had read his mind, you smiled up at him with a tired lazy smile.

“Do we hope for a second one?”, you asked as he laid down beside you.

“Of course I do”, he said, pulling you close against his plastron, pulling your shirt back down over your body, before pulling the blanket over the two of you. “Don’t you remember what I told you back then? I want at least 10 kids with you”.

You giggled as you snuggled up against him, resting your head on his shoulder as his strong arm wrapped around you. “In that case we have a lot of baby making to catch up with”.

“I know”, Mikey said, leaning down to place a peck on your lips. “A whole 16 years worth”.

You hummed with an amused smile, settling against him, letting your fingers trace shapes over his plastron, following the scars that he had gained over the years. Silence fell over the two of you for a moment, both of you just enjoying each other’s presence.

You were the first to break the silence, looking up at Mikey with a sincerely happy look in your eyes. “Welcome home, Mikey”.

Mikey felt his heart swell, feeling his emotions threatening to make him cry once more, the happiness he had longed for for years beating in his heart. “It’s great to be home”.

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