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endless-comix · 2 days ago
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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #123 (Raymond Gay)
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oozesquitoes · 2 days ago
WAYS TO WATCH RISE OF THE TMNT FOR FREE: - fan-run website with every episode in order & no ads - also has hundreds of other cartoons & anime available; ad blocker recommended
google drive #1 - google drive with all the episodes + some behind the scenes; episode 4&6 order is reversed
WAYS TO READ THE ROTTMNT COMIC - comic website with lots of other comics; unsure if adblock is needed, i'd recommend using it anyway
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turtle-babe83 · 16 hours ago
Uhm... Hi 🙈👉🏻👈🏻 This is kind of my first request and I'm kinda... shy about it so excuse my wording, hah. But I kind of... Had this idea hit me just now and I would honestly just love seeing you write it because I absolutely LOVE your writing. But if you're not up for it, that's cool! BUT, how would the boy's first ever blowjob happen? Did they openly ask for it? (something I personally would find hot as fuck, but I digress) or did their girlfriend go for it? 🤔 kthxbye 😳😳 / Ninno
Oh I’m so honored to get your first ask! 🥰🥰🥰 Let’s work under the assumption that despite being different sizes amongst themselves, the guys are all larger than your average human male. I’d like to do this in headcanon form, so here we go!
Warning: Language and NSFW 18+only
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Honor Boy wants a bj so badly but struggles with the idea of asking for one.
He feels there is some kind of etiquette here that he’s not familiar with, and doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries.
Should he just casually mention that he’s never had one and see how you respond? Is that still too forward?
Every time things start heating up between the two of you, he gets his nerves all worked up over it.
You are starting to wonder if Leo is ever going to move past heavy petting.
Deciding that he’s just too much of a gentleman to make the move, you take matters into your hands…..and mouth.
It’s movie night at your apartment, chilling on the couch, and you two stopped watching about twenty minutes in.
Tongues are tangling, hands rubbing and grabbing, when you pull your top off.
Leo freezes, eyes trained on your pert breasts displayed in lace. You move his hands to your chest and he squeezes gently.
“It’s okay, Leo. You can touch me.”
He slips a finger under your bra, rubbing against a pebbled nipple. His eyes ask permission and you nod. He pushes the cup down and gets a good look at your rounded flesh before leaning in to kiss and suck.
After several minutes of letting Leo enjoy himself, you push him back. You smile at his instant frown and get down on the floor between his legs.
Leo gulps as your hands go to the fly of his pants. Holy shit.
“Is this alright?” you ask, almost a whisper. He nods, not trusting himself to speak.
You unbutton and unzip, tugging the material down. Leo raises up just enough to help you pull his underwear down as well.
Finally, you are eye level with the largest cock you have ever seen on a male. You knew he would probably be big, but your imagination had not done him justice.
You drag a finger up the sensitive underside and he shudders.
Your fingers dance along his firm flesh, teasing touches to make him gasp.
Then you lock eyes with him while grasping the base solidly, a slow descent till your lips hover over his tip.
You place a soft kiss on the spongy head, then open your mouth and slide down till he bumps the back of your throat.
Leo quite nearly shoots off the couch. He’s gripping the cushions and trying to decide if it’s better to close his eyes, throwing back his head, or watch closely so he doesn’t miss even a second.
The faster you bob your head, the harder it is for him to maintain any control. It feels so much better than he ever imagined.
He’ll be embarrassed later by the sounds he’s making but right now, nothing else matters but the warmth of your mouth and the way you are taking him so deep.
“Y/n, stop! I’m gonna cum!” he groans.
You brace yourself for the load and suck a little harder on each pass.
When he cums, it’s sudden and more than you expect. Proudly, you swallow every drop.
He pulls you into his arms and whispers so many sweet things to you. You just introduced him to a whole new world.
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Genius here wants to experience everything. EVERYTHING.
Receiving a blowjob ranks high on his list.
So asking for it doesn’t really phase him.
He arranges for some privacy, choosing his bedroom over the lab.
He knows he should probably set an appropriate mood, it starts off with neck kisses that upgrades to full on making out.
When hands start wandering, and he hears your breath hitch, he knows it’s the perfect time.
“Y/n, I have a proposition for you.”
He nearly kills the mood right then and there.
Thankfully, the two of you have been friends long enough that his quirks are no surprise to you now that you are dating.
“What’s on your mind, Donnie baby?”
“Fellatio and cunnilingus.”
You almost swallow your own tongue. Donnie makes note of your wide eyes and the strangling sounds emitting from your throat.
“Oral sex,” he explains, as if translation was the issue.
It takes everything you have not to roll your eyes. “I’m aware of what it is. You just surprised me with your delivery here.”
“Oh.” He considers. “Well, do you want to? I never have before, and you know how much I love learning new things.”
You aren’t sure how that ended up sounding sexy as hell, but you find yourself pulling off your pants and panties.
Donnie spends the next little while exploring your most private area. He’s touched you before, but now he can see the beauty of it up close and personal.
He’s enamored with the taste of your juices and drunk on the sounds that you make.
By the time he has made you cum, his cock is hard and aching.
He hastily unfastens his cargo pants and frees the beast, tall and leaking precum from the tip.
He’s loooooong and you know there’s no way you can take all of it this time.
You open your mouth and slide over several inches. Swirling your tongue and sucking with each pull. With one hand, you grasp his thigh to brace against, and with the other, you pump the other half of his cock.
Donnie has never felt anything like it. Jerking off can’t even compare. Your mouth is now his idea of heaven and you are his goddess.
He is so enraptured that it never occurs to him to warn you that he’s about to blow.
The first stream of cum is a surprise and you nearly choke on it. You manage to swallow quite a bit, but geez, there’s a lot of it.
It’s worth it for the look of absolute adoration on Donatello’s face.
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Since the first time he saw a blowjob in a porno, he’s been desperate to try it.
He never dreamed he would ever have an actual girlfriend, so the fact that it is now a possibility, makes his head spin.
He has spent more time than he probably should just thinking about how to broach the subject.
He knows he’s big. Like BIG. What if you physically can’t do it? What if he asks and you look at him like, like…….a monster?
Now his nerves are getting the best of him and he’s snappy with everyone. His brothers are used to it, but it’s rarely ever directed at you.
So you start getting a bit pissed that he’s so short with you. What the hell is his problem?
To try to improve his mood, and your relationship, you invite him over for a home cooked dinner. You make his favorite.
At first, he seems better. Conversation is flowing easily, and he’s definitely enjoying the food.
But when dinner is over, he tries to rush off. That’s it. You have had it. Time to confront him.
“Raph, what the hell is going on? It’s like you can’t wait to get away from me. Have I done something wrong? Are you not interested in me anymore? We’ve barely even kissed!” you fume.
Panic. His eyes are filled with utter panic. He can’t look at you, and he looks poised to bolt.
At this point, you believe you’re right, and tears fill your eyes. Raph sees them brimming, about to spill down your cheeks, and feels like shit.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m an idiot. There’s something I wanna try but I’m afraida how you’ll react.”
You sniffle, but walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist.
“What is it?”
His expression turns sheepish.
“Ya know, we’ve been gettin’ more handsy lately, and uh, I was hopin’ ta maybe get more…..mouthy?” He winces at his own wording.
It takes a minute for the full implications of his statement to process. Then, it hits you, what he means. A wicked smile stretches across your face.
He lets you push him back towards the wall, only stopping when his shell bumps. Then your hands go to his shorts, untying them and tugging till they puddle at his feet.
You get down on your knees, holding his stare, and curl your fingers into the band of his underwear.
He feels his dick twitch as you lick your lips. Anticipation has mostly replaced fear at this point and he finds himself holding his breath as you pull his underwear down his thick legs and free his sizable cock.
“Ohhhh fuck,” you moan at the sight of him. Your hands fondle and squeeze him experimentally, before you run your tongue along the underside.
The strangled gasp above you is encouraging, so you lick him up and down several times, rolling your tongue around his bulbous head.
Churrs and grunts sound off and you decide it’s time to really blow his mind.
Opening your mouth as wide as you can, you manage to fit a few inches into your mouth. Raphael’s abdominal muscles clench in response. One hand presses against his plastron while the other begins to corkscrew around the rest of his length. Raph has never seen a more beautiful, erotic sight in his life.
Raph makes an embarrassingly high pitched sound as you suck hard. He’s not going to last any time at all and he knows it. He squeezes his eyes shut tight, willing his release to hold off a little longer, but it’s no good. Your mouth just feels too fucking amazing around him.
Just as he feels himself start to cum, he grabs your hair, pulling you off of him. You keep jerking him off with both hands as cum shoots all over your neck and chest. He bellows in pleasure. It’s the best orgasm he’s ever had.
Raph’s chest is heaving as he catches his breath. You lick his cum from your fingers with a coy smile.
“Damn babe,” he groans, “that was incredible.”
“Next time you want it, just ask me for it,” you purr.
He wonders, not for the first time, how did he get so fucking lucky?
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Let’s face it, Mikey likes to put things in his mouth.
It just follows naturally to him that you would do the same.
He’s always eating something, and you have just become resigned to the fact that anything he eats is going to be shared.
“Open wide, Angelcakes!”
You have to put your food down occasionally though. “Butterscotch, onion, and anchovies do not belong together period, Michelangelo. Let alone on a pizza.”
Food has led to some of the more sensual moments between the two of you though. Sucking sauce from Mikey’s finger, Mikey licking chocolate syrup off your neck after an impromptu food war.
So, it only makes sense that food is what leads you both to take the next intimate step in your relationship.
The evening starts innocently enough. Playing video games in Mikey’s room, laying on his bed, surrounded by snacks and sodas.
He’s winning, and bragging about it. You need to find a way to even the odds. You grab a large lollipop from the candy bowl and make a show of sucking and slurping at it while keeping your eyes on the screen.
You can see Mikey’s face in your peripheral and he’s definitely noticing.
You take it out of your mouth and swirl your tongue around it.
He licks his lips.
Aaaand back to sucking. Inwardly, you gloat. He’s starting to slip and your score is higher now.
You finish the game as the winner, and turn with a huge grin to rub it in his face, when you realize that Mikey has completely stopped playing. He’s totally mesmerized by the motion in your cheeks and lips as you suck the sugary treat.
You also notice the colossal boner tenting his shorts. Your cheeks heat up at the sight. Suddenly, there’s something better you want to suck on.
Mikey puts his hand over yours, pulling the lollipop from your mouth and tossing it back in the candy bowl.
You start to protest, but then he’s kissing you and has replaced the sucker with his tongue.
The make out session gets messier and more frantic as you devour one another’s mouths.
You are shocked back to your senses when you feel Mikey’s eager hands pulling at your clothes.
“New snack babe-you. And I’m starving!”
Your face turns red but you stop resisting and allow him to strip you down to your underwear. He needs your help removing your bra.
Mikey wastes no time latching onto your bare nipples. He nips and licks, sucks and moans around the hard nubs.
You moan as well and praise his talented tongue.
“You like that? Well, let me show you what else I can do.”
Your panties are gone. He moved so fast that you aren’t sure how he did it or where they went.
All you know is that his tongue is now delving into your folds and he’s feasting like the starving man he claimed to be.
He’s sloppy and his face is covered in your juices but you cum hard against his lips.
He wipes his chin with a satisfied grin.
“Your turn!” he quips, pulling his shorts and underwear off in one swift move.
Lord have mercy, that is the largest cock you have ever tried to take. Your mouth waters.
You go right for it. Slide that pout down his length till you start to gag. Then back up, and down again. You keep bobbing and sucking, and Mikey can’t stop the praise from rolling off his tongue.
“Yeah, baby, that’s so good. Girl, your mouth is magic.”
He threads his fingers into your hair and starts to thrust a little into your mouth. You moan and grab his ass, squeezing to encourage him to keep going.
He gets the hint and actively fucks your face. He’s surprisingly gentle about it, cradling your head and not ramming your throat hard.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warns, and you squeeze his ass cheeks again in acceptance.
You are amazed at yourself for being able to swallow all of it. Mutants have a lot of jizz, you discover.
Mikey can’t shut up. He can’t stop talking about how good you are with your mouth, and all you can think about it getting that tasty cock inside your pussy, and soon.
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Leo: Raph isn’t answering his T-Phone.
Donnie: I’ll call him.
Leo: Mikey and I have both tried six times each. What makes you thi-
Raph, answering his T-Phone: Hey, Donnie.
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tmntxreader-fics · 2 days ago
TMNT Leo x Reader: Warming Up To You {PART 2}
Summary: After attempting to start a civil relationship between both you and Leo, everything is pleasantly less volatile. However, you discover that having Leo's attention is a lot more nerve-racking than being ignored.
Request by @loonahdhdiwi 
Song Rec: In The Middle Of The Night - Elley Duhe
A/N: This is literally just a whole bunch of weird romantic tension, pls excuse the shitty writing and horrible prose. I literally listened to the song and wanted to fuxkin finish the series 
WARNINGS: Cussing (as per usual), Tension (as per usual), Typos because I’m a dumb bitch (as per fuckin usual). Leo's lowkey OOC
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“So, you’re a nerd.”
“No,” Donatello mimics your sarcasm seamlessly. “I’m a genius.”
“Synonym of nerd,” you offer with a grin.
The poor turtle had stumbled into the lounge room with the intent of clearing his head. Failed experiments can be frustrating, especially when they've blown up 53 times consecutively.
“Jesus,” Don pinches the bridge of his nose, “you're one brain cell away from being classed as a sea sponge."
Your jaw drops and he takes advantage of your speechlessness. Stepping towards you with irritating bravado, he faux gasps.
“Oh!” the tall terrapin pouts mockingly, “I’m sorry, was that too many big people words?”
 You stumble to your feet, hands outstretched menacingly towards the grinning genius. “Oh, I’ll show you a ‘big people’ word you fucking bi-”
 “And that’s where you both shut up and split,” a familiar voice intones as you’re yanked rearwards. Your heart drops at the contact of your back against Leo’s body.
When you had agreed to be civil with each other you hadn’t been expecting him to literally manhandle you. Something has clearly been lost in translation. Although, in fairness, your last incident hadn’t exactly ended in discussing the terms and conditions of your ‘acquaintanceship.’  If anything, you’ve barely changed anything since that day in the dojo. You greet him and answer questions but for the most part you’ve just opted to steer clear when possible. Although, you’ve never been able to outrun the tension.
“She started it!” Donnie exclaims, offended.
Leo’s grip on your shoulders tighten, and you’re suddenly hyperaware of your position.
“I’m finishing it,” Leo says, soft and firm. His voice vibrates in his chest, sending a shiver down your spine at the intimacy.
“He’s right, though.” You finally force the words that were stuck in your throat. “I was stirring him up.”
The voice above you is silent and Donnie throws his hands up, validated.
“See?” The purple clad turtle rolls his eyes. “We were joking around, anyway.”
“Your ‘joking around’ was loud enough to interrupt Raphael’s meditation.” Leo’s tone is flat, and the implication makes you cringe.
The hot-headed meatball’s arch nemesis is meditation and only recently has he been able to slowly conquer it. The catch? He can only meditate in complete silence.
Donnie winces and his hand rises to scratch the back of his neck guiltily. “Suddenly, I’ll take my chances with the chronically explosive backpack.”
“Glad I can always trust you to make the wise decisions,” Leo drawls and you’re certain that he’s rolling his eyes.
Your heart squeezes tightly in your chest as you watch Donnie swiftly slink through the exit, leaving you alone with the leader. There’s a short silence as you both listen to his brother’s retreating footsteps then the click of his door.  
 “Didn’t we agree to be civil?” His words startle the stillness of the air. You notice the mocking edge in his voice has softened into something you can’t quite name.
Swallowing nervously, you try to ignore the sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through your system. Leo’s always had a talent for setting your fight or flight instincts on fire. Now that you’ve been left alone with him, you can’t stop replaying what had happened last time.
“This isn’t civil?” You question, forcing a false confidence into your words although you know there’s no point. He can see straight through it, he always has.
“Not if you don’t look at me,” he rebuts.
You raise an eyebrow and steel your nerves. “Hard to look at you when you’ve got me in a death grip,” you say pointedly.
His hands don’t move.
You loose a shaky breath.
“I’d hardly call this a death grip,” he murmurs, sending something aflutter within your chest. He’s right, of course. You know exactly what Leo’s death grip feels like and this was nothing like that.
Heat rushes to your cheeks as you try to shake the implicative thoughts from your head. Not long ago you had been strangers at each other’s throats.
Well, you had been at his throat. Leo was only avoiding you, but what he had meant when he’d said that you were a ‘distraction’ remains a mystery.
The only thing you’re truly sure of is the tension between the both of you, so indescribably intense and thick enough to drown you.
“What would you call it then?” Your words are barely a whisper.
Leo falls silent for a long moment and suddenly you have the irrational fear that he can hear your heart pounding in the quiet of the room.
“You’ve been ignoring me,” he finally says. You blink at the abrupt change, though you know you shouldn’t be surprised. He’s never bothered with subtlety before, when he doesn’t want to answer something he simply doesn’t.
“I haven’t,” you say quickly, too quickly.
“You have,” he corrects gently.
You fall silent, unsure of how to explain yourself. How could anyone explain it? How does he expect you to respond?
Another silence sweeps over the room and the tension throbs in the air like a tangible being. It’s drowning you, suffocating you with an intensity you’ve never experienced.
“Turn around.”
The words aren’t a demand, they’re an invitation.
You can’t think of anything more disorienting than looking into that piercing gaze of his. You can already feel him watching you as it is, your skin on fire beneath his appraisal.
“I’m sorry for avoiding you,” you say instead, the words a throwaway tool meant to distract.
“Turn around,” he ignores your apology, “please.”  
The longer you avoid being face to face with him, the weirder you make it. You know that, logically, you look strange avoiding such a simple question. If he didn’t suspect anything before, he definitely does now.
You steel your nerves and hold your breath as you turn to face him.
You knew he was close; hell, you had felt his chest against your back that entire time. However, being face to face with him at this distance is an entirely different thing.
Leo’s face is inches from yours, his every breath dancing against your lips tantalisingly.
“There you go,” his mouth quirks upwards and the smirk is almost sultry. “This is civil.”
His hooded gaze explores your features slowly, almost lazily, if it weren’t for the clear attentiveness in his observations. 
“Is it?” You whisper distractedly, almost stunned by the intimacy of your situation. The electric blue of his eyes put his mask to shame, dancing with amusement and a hunger you’d never seen before.
“You’re nervous,” he murmurs, “breathe.”
“No shit,” you quip, embarrassment heating your cheeks as you realise you had been holding your breath. “Last time we did this you were trying to kill me.”
 He raises a brow ridge, leaning back slightly. You relish in the breathing space, drunk on his presence. “What is ‘this’ exactly?”
You’d love to know the answer, yourself.
“You tell me,” you say, watching him guardedly from beneath your lashes. “You’re the one whose got his hands on me.”
It’s his turn to blush now and the sense of awe for the being before you is almost overwhelming. Everything about this situation just seems ridiculously impossible, completely surreal. Yet, your feet are glued to the ground as you remain enraptured by his presence.
“Are you uncomfortable?” The question is softly spoken but the tone is jarringly serious. You feel his grip soften and shift from your arms and an inexplicable panic grips your heart.
“No!” you say quickly, and his hands freeze, his fingertips resting hesitantly against your skin. He’s cold-blooded but somehow his touch is addictively warm, you don’t want to lose it. “Not uncomfortable.”
For the first time in this entire encounter, he seems unsure of himself.
“You make me nervous,” he says slowly. You can’t help the small laugh of disbelief that leaves you.
“And you terrify me,” you counter truthfully. “You’re intimidating and unreadable.”
His posture relaxes again, and his hands return to gently rest against your arms.
“Intimidating can’t be helped when you’re a 6’2 turtle,” Leo retorts with a raised brow ridge.
“Believe me,” you say, “the ‘turtle’ part is the least intimidating thing about of you.”
The corner of his lip quirks upward and his thumb absentmindedly rubs against your skin. Just like it had that day.
Leo shrugs slightly, “that’s refreshing. As for unreadable, I feel as though I’ve been clear.”
Your mouth dries instantly. Your heart begins to race in your chest and you’re hyperaware of the adrenaline in your system. To your dismay, your hands begin to tremble as you watch him with wide eyes.
His gaze dart to your shaking limbs and back, sending a flush of embarrassment through your body.
“Clear?” You scoff uncertainly, “until a couple of weeks ago, you hated me, Leo.”
To your surprise, he snickers.
You’ve never heard him make that noise before and you immediately capture the memory and store it.
“Hate you?” He chuckles. “I’ve never hated you.”
You stare at him for a long moment.
Leo leans forward, ignoring your disbelief. “I wanted to hate you because it was the opposite.”
“The opposite?”
He nods slowly, “It’s hard to address your own feelings when you’re taught to put everyone else’s above yours.” 
There’s a moment of silence, nothing but the sound of your quick breathing and the steady rise and fall of his chest between you both. His hand rises to rest against your cheek and for a brief moment you’re reminded of the size of him. A warrior riddled with battle scars, holding you as though you are the most precious thing he’s ever encountered.
“Just say the word,” he murmurs with a hooded gaze and lips an inch away from yours. The words themselves are close enough that you can taste them. “Say the word and I’ll leave you be. We can be civil. We can forget this ever happened. The decision is completely yours; I won’t make anything difficult.”
You can’t think of anything further from what you want. This person before you is completely unrecognisable from the turtle you had longed for. The complete opposite of the mask he wore as the leader of his band of ninjas.
It’s raw and vulnerable and starved for some sort of emotional intimacy.
This is what he had been afraid of, why he had pushed you away for those months. He has a mountain of responsibilities and the things he secretly desires have always seemed completely unattainable to him. Until that day in the dojo.
“Just say the word,” Leo says again, his lips brushing against yours for a brief, electrifying moment as he spoke. It’s as though he’s almost begging for you to snap him back into place.
“And if I don’t?” You whisper, your hands rising shakily to rest against his plastron. “What if I don’t want to forget this? If I don’t want you to leave?”
“Then I stay,” he says, gentle but firm, “I stay for as long as you’ll have me.”
You watch him carefully and he strokes your cheek softly. His electric gaze almost glows in the darkness of the space you’ve both created. His thumb wanders slowly to your mouth, outlining the pout of your skin carefully.
His eyes ask the question, and when your lips finally meet, you guess he must have found the answer in yours. 
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turtle-babe83 · a day ago
hey girl can you do a oneshot for raph about how you call him and he says that he had a shitty day so you decide to surprise him in red lingerie? thank you :)
Cheering up the big guy in his favorite color? Yessssss, let’s get it! 🙌🏼
Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only
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What a day. Not bad, just crazy busy. You were already calling your boyfriend as you hailed a cab for the ride home. Raph answered as you gave the driver your apartment address.
Uh oh, one word, grunted. That wasn’t a good sign.
“Hey baby, how has your day been?”
He growled, “It’s been a load of shit. Dad left for some meditation retreat thing an’ Leo thinks he’s the boss. Punk keeps telling me what ta do.”
You remembered Splinter talking about his trip. It wasn’t like he was going far and it was only a few days. But you knew Leo was probably trying to make everything perfect for their sensei’s return.
“I’m sorry to he-“
“And then Donnie blows somethin’ up in his lab so the place is a fuckin’ mess an’ smells awful too.”
“I see. Well-“
“Don’t even get me started on Mikey. I’m bout ta break his damn drum set.”
You sighed. He was angry and on a roll. You needed to get him out of the sewers for a night to de-stress, and a plan to do just that was forming.
“Raph,” you interrupted his ranting, “I want to you to come over later. Bring an overnight bag, I’m off tomorrow.”
He snorted, “Like Lieutenant Leo is gonna agree-“
You interrupted again, “Let me handle Leo.”
It was silent for a long moment. Then, “alright.”
You smiled to yourself. Once the call ended, you asked the cabbie to make a pit stop on the way home. After a little shopping, and a very pointed phone call to the leader in blue, you got ready for your overnight guest.
When Raph arrived, he came through your window to find the lights mostly off. He dropped his backpack by the couch, then noticed a glow coming from your bedroom doorway. He rolled his shoulders, popped his neck, and tried to muster up a smile for you. He stopped dead in his tracks just inside your room. The sight before him was better than anything he could have dreamed up. His stunning girlfriend sprawled on the bed, knees bent and legs spread open, as you laid back on your elbows. Red lace clung to your curves, cupping your breasts and pushing them up, crisscrossing down your torso to end in crotch less panties. The fairy lights hung up around the room reflected on your glistening folds. You looked like a gift wrapped up just for him.
“Did Christmas come early this year?” Raphael murmured, already pulling at his gear and clothes.
Your lips curled into a sultry smile, “Just wanted to cheer up my favorite guy.”
“Oh, it’s working. It’s definitely working.”
The bed creaked as he leaned across it. Grasping your calves, he suddenly yanked you down to the end of the bed, and got down on his knees. He wasted no time throwing your legs over his shoulders and shell. He kissed his way up your inner thigh, before nuzzling your clit with his snout. He breathed in deeply of your unique scent, letting his lips brush against your soaked entrance. You shivered at the delicate touch delivered by your big, brawny beast. Spreading your labia with his large thumbs, he pressed the tip of his tongue to your clit and swirled. Your hips jumped involuntarily. He huffed a hot breath across your mound, then his lengthy tongue began to lick slow and languidly. You were so used to the primal way he normally devoured you, this….sweet gentleness was melting your heart along with your body. Peering at his contented expression as he savored every drop of your essence, you couldn’t help your soft moans. You had invited him over to ease his stress and frustration, yet here he was, worshipping you.
“Raphie, love, I’m supposed to be taking care of you. Not the other way around,” you giggled.
“Ya gave yerself to me, all pretty in lace. Wearin’ my color,” his green eyes regarded you seriously, “laid out like a feast.”
He smacked his lips.
“I couldn’t ask for a betta gift.”
With that, he slid deep into your depths, tongue curling to rub against your g-spot. Talking was no longer an option as peals of pleasure sounded from your throat. Raph took his time, bringing you to the edge of the precipice, never quite letting you tip over. You found yourself begging for release, and with a wicked grin, he finally acquiesced. As you lay back, thighs still trembling, you realized this was what he needed from you. To be in charge of your pleasure, to have your acceptance and complete surrender.
Raph stood at the foot of the bed, holding your ankles up by his broad shoulders, and pushing his bobbing cock to your dripping pussy. In one push, he sunk all the way. He took a moment to savor the way your core stretched around his wide girth before starting a staccato rhythm. You had never looked more beautiful to him than you did right then, face contorted with pleasure, soft little high pitched mewls falling from your open mouth. He turned and kissed your calf as churrs rumbled from his chest, one after another. As his release approached, he pushed your legs together, pushing them towards your chest. At this angle, he could hit your g-spot again, repeatedly, while you felt even tighter around his length. The room was filled with the sounds of your lovemaking, moans and groans, skin slapping on wet skin, and those churrs-oh, how they vibrated!
Catching Raph’s stare, you managed to whimper, “I love you, Raphie, I love you so much.”
A churr so deep, it could have been a roll of thunder, rumbled from his barreled chest. You could feel the tremors from it deep within your core. As his strokes became more erratic, you pressed your head back into the mattress, cumming with his name a wail upon your lips. Raph growled at how your walls clenched rhythmically around him. It was too much stimulation for him to hold back.
He grit his teeth and spoke, punctuating his words with each hard thrust, “Don’t know..what I did..ta deserve ya….but…fffuuuuck…”
Hot jets of his seed filled you, as he strained to empty himself completely. He panted above you, letting your legs down to wrap around his hips as he leaned over you. He held himself up on his elbows, cradling your head in his hands as he stared deeply into your eyes.
“When everything seems ta be going wrong in my life, yer the one thing that’s always right,” he murmured, “I love ya more than ya know, baby.”
Minutes were spent wrapped in one another’s arms with long, languid kisses. Until Raph’s cock began to harden again. His grin this time was wholly wicked as he promised such dirty things in your ear. He had all night with you, and had every intention on making it count.
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Leo: I’m not going to make a fake appointment with a psychiatrist. What would I even say is wrong with me?
Mikey: Low self esteem.
Donnie: Social anxiety.
Raph: Trauma from being leader.
Leo: None of that is true!
April: Denial. See? The list goes on and on.
Leo: But what if I get caught?
Mikey: A fear of failure!
Donnie: Lack of confidence!
Raph: Kind of a wuss!
Leo: Fine! I’ll do it, but not because of them, because I want to help you, April.
April: Thanks, Leo!
Mikey: Push over.
Donnie: Spineless.
Raph: Still hasn’t bought milk even though I told him two days ago!
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qiralync · 2 days ago
Here's a fun fact!
Did you know that Splinter yearly mourned his daughter's death on her birthday?
It was shown in one of the comics TMNT New Animated adventures volume 4 issue 15: the walkabout (not talking about the amazing adventures comics as those are uncanon to the TV show's universe) The turtles get curious to where Splinter Goes every year as he ventures out yearly and decide to follow him. They lose track of him and it shows Splinter wishing his daughter a happy birthday. We get a little flash back of Splinter carrying Miwa and showing her a comet or whatever. The next scene shows Karai in her snake form and then her human form looking up at a shooting star/comet
Also if we go by the comics date of release it means Karai's birthday is October 17th and if that doesn't count we can narrow down her birthdays as we know one of them (potentially two of em) featured a comet and her birthday takes place either in between season 2 episode 22: Vengeance is mine and season 2 episode 26: the Invasion part 2 or Season 3 episode 14: Casey Jones vs the underworld and Season 3 episode 18: the deadly venom as Karai is seen fully snake (which after her mutation is fixed she only goes fully snake when needed) and the turtles are living at the lair.
At the very least it means Karai's age at the minimum is 17 by the end of the series.
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turtleflurple · 28 days ago
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shadow-ninjas · 2 days ago
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These two are our angels @angelcatlowyn 💜🧡
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