I know fluff, and I am gonna miss ya. I don’t got much time left. Meant ta do more with my time here, but things is the way they is.
[MUN has been busy so everything kind of fell behind]
I know fluff, and I am gonna miss ya. I don’t got much time left. Meant ta do more with my time here, but things is the way they is.
[MUN has been busy so everything kind of fell behind]
*Threesome warning. (First and probably last threesome.)*
In Donnie’s room, of all places, you’re undressed on the bed, sandwiched between Raph and Donnie. You’re on your hands and knees, your face towards Donnie and your rear to Raph.
Donnie tilts your chin up and peppers kisses all over your face. He finally finds your mouth and kisses you deeply, his churr sending vibrations through your mouth which tickles down your throat, making you moan a bit. His hands slide over the back of your shoulders, to your shoulder blades, then to the sides of your rib cage. He leans down and in to kiss and nibble your neck as his thumbs are moving in deep, circular motions on your ribs, giving you intense shudders through your whole body.
Then you feel Raph’s hands on your rear, gently petting your soft skin. His cool hands are smooth and relaxed and it feels so soothing like he’s lulling you to sleep. You could fall asleep to this, until you hear him chuckle a little, then a loud slap and a surprising sting of pain spreads through your right butt cheek. You yelp, your body jerking as you try turning your head, but Donnie takes hold of your face in one hand and turns you back towards him as he nibbles your jaw bone. to try to calm you down. You can only imagine Raph’s smug face behind you. He smooths out you trembling butt and gives it a slow, firm squeeze, making you breathe a soft, shaky gasp. He leans down and kisses the top of your rear.
Now Donnie wants to get some noise out of you, so he clamps his teeth on your shoulder, making you gasp out loud, and then he reaches down for your breasts. Taking one in his hand, he starts squeezing and fondling it, his thumb brushing over your nibble. You start shaking and your breath deep and heavy. Your arms are trembling like they want to collapse from under you, so you grip the sheets to try to tighten your muscles to keep you up. He’s pleased with your response and starts nibbling at the crook of your neck.
But Raph wanted to be the reason why your were moaning. He bites the your rear, his teeth holding hard on it was you start squealing. His hand dips into your crotch and he starts teasing the flesh between your legs. You can hear his muffled chuckle when your entire backside starts squirming and shaking. He tries holding you steady with one hand as he plays with you with the other. I was becoming quickly overwhelming.
You reach back, groaning his name to tell him to slow down, but Donnie growls, taking your arm and turning you back to face him. He wasn’t going to have it. He wants you to say his name. He has you up straight, so you’re now just on your knees. Raph is still rubbing at you, making you blush and hitch your breath, but Donnie moves in closer and takes one of your breasts in his mouth. He nibbling and sucking and biting it, his hands explore all over you, his thumbs making firm circles on your most sensitive areas. You feel him grin against your breast as you start panting his name, making you blush more.
Oh, you’re soaking wet. But Raph wants you to moan his name. He squeezes your butt as he starts rubbing at your more firm. You cry out his name. Then Donnie switches breasts and give your other one more intense treatment with his mouth, his hands now trailed down to massage your hips. You cry out his name.
Back and forth, Donnie and Raph compete to make your scream either one of their names. They don’t care if you’re gasping for a break, shaking like a leaf from all this pleasure hitting you from every part of your body. It gets to the point where you get so dizzy you just scream. They stop and let you fall in a sweaty, trembling heap on the bed. Donnie hums and Raph scoffs a bit. They both give you loving pets and kisses as they let you rest.
You fall asleep as they both lay on either side of you, completely unaware they are exchanging competitive glances at each other, agreeing to round two with you to see who’s name you will predominantly cry out. Only until you wake up, of course.
For my friend, @pyromantic-technin. Get well soon, dear.
I’ll tag my writings from now on, so please send me anything that triggers that I should tag. I’m so sorry. So very, very sorry.
He’s pinned your wrists down, sucking and kissing your sensitive neck, putting his whole weight on you as he savagely grinds into you. He’s groaning and growling, and making all these other frightening noises you didn’t know he could make. It was like he was an actual animal. His husky, hot, wet breath is so close to your ear that it’s making you tremble and sweat more than you already are.
You’re shaking badly, completely out of energy to resist. Your legs involuntarily hook around his waist and you toss your head back, arching your spine, moaning and screaming as you rapidly climb more towards your climax. If only you could hear yourself, you wouldn’t believe it was you begging for more, for him to finish you. This intense pleasure is clouding your mind and your senses so much that it’s the only thing you can focus on. You just want to orgasm so badly.
Finally, you cum and you let out a pleading scream as your hips twitch and thrash under his weight. He still holds you down, nibbling your collarbone as you ride out the rest of your pleasures. When you finally stilled, whimpers still escaping you as you pant for air, he lifts his head and looks down at you with a smirk. Sweat glistens from his face in the moonlight that pours in through the window and he, too, is panting. He kisses and licks your sweaty forehead as he purrs, “That’s my girl.”
He finally releases your wrists and they are throbbing with pain with black and purple rings of bruises left behind, and you still tremble, laying weak and stunned in bed. He wipes the hair strands from your face, kisses you deeply against your mouth, and lays himself next to you, a strong arm around your waist. He nuzzles into your neck and whispers, “You’re mine. Always.”
As he dozes off to sleep, you weakly turn your head and lazily look out the window. “Please,” you breath a whisper. “Raphael, please. Find me.” You close your eyes, spilling tears from them as Shredder tightens his arms around you.
Raphael looks down at his foot, which has bee sat upon, with some confusion. His leg is hugged and he hears the tiny sniffling. “Whas wrong fluff? this ain’t like ya..”
Tossing and turning in bed, struggling to go to sleep. Your eyes are gradually getting itchy and dry, like you want to sleep, but your body just feels so restless it won’t allow you sleep. The discomfort of it, anticipating when you will be comfortable enough to finally feel relaxed, but no matter how much you toss and turn, nothing seems to help.
There is a soft knock on the door and Donnie walks in. Being a night owl, working late hours in his lab, he tends to go to bed whenever he feels like it. There is no pattern to when he declares it bed time for him, but one thing that does remain constant is that he checks on you to make sure you are safe and sound asleep before he goes to bed. This time, however, he is surprised to see you up. He walks into your room, asking why you are not asleep by now. It’s very late; or it is the early, early hours of the morning.
You sit up, feeling a bit ashamed to make him worry so much. You being his girlfriend (or close enough to being his girlfriend,) he is always worrying over your health. He wants to make sure you are as healthy as you can possibly be, which usually means that you get a decent amount of sleep. So seeing you up this late has him very worried.
You explain to him that you have just been feeling restless of late. He can smell your scent from here, so he can detect that you are not sick, which is a big relief. He asks a few more quick questions to which you answer, and he finally calms down, realizing the problem. He sits beside you on the bed. It’s just one of those nights.
“Why don’t I stay with you until you can go to sleep?” he asks, petting your hair. You smile and nod. He gets into bed with you, hugs you close, strokes your back, and he rests his chin on the top of your head. Even if you are restless, you can’t deny you feel so safe and secure in his arms. He starts humming a bit with a gentle purr that just subtly vibrates through your body as you’re pressed up against him. It’s so soothing it calms at least a bit of your tenseness in your body. Maybe you will manage to get just a little sleep tonight. If not that, then at least you will have Donnie comforting you so you are not waiting the long hours of the night alone.
For @yimabean. Get well soon.
Being angry and Raph comes in your room to see how you are doing. You tell him to go away, but he doesn’t budge. He just sternly looks at you. If not blinded by your anger, you would have seen that he is also concerned.
You demand again for him to leave you alone, but still he doesn’t move or answer you. Finally, you stand up and try to move him out yourself. You push at his arm, his chest, grunting and panting heavily as you just grow more frustrated. You shove your body weight into him, but who were you kidding? You couldn’t move him. He’s too big for that. But he can move you.
He lifts you off the ground and takes you in his arms, holding you tight as you struggle and shout ‘Let me go!’ You’re choking on your sobs now and hot, furious tears stream down your face. You continue struggling as he moves to your bed and sits down with you in his lap.
He finally says, “Shhhh. Easy; easy.” His voice is calm and warm. He places a hand on your head, forcing you to lay your head on his shoulder as he still holds you, rocking you both back and forth. Your face is hot, your tears starting to itch your face. You heave a few breaths and slowly, slowly stop struggling. You soon find yourself hugging him, sobbing into his shoulder. He rubs your back. “Good girl,” he breathes against your ear, that warm voice as soothe as silk. “That’s it. Let it out.” He gently twists his head into the crook of your neck, his tight hold now a comforting hug. “Tell me what happened….”
Waking up screaming. You abruptly sit up in bed, sweat soaking your forehead. Your clammy hands are clenching the blankets and you’re panting wildly as you wildly look around the dark room. Your throat tightens as you’re about to cry.
Suddenly, Donatello bursts into your room, quickly turning on the lights. A worried tone pulls at his voice as he asks if you’re ok. Concern is clearly written all over his face. You lock eyes with him. Seeing him actually gives you the security to cry, but you’re fighting to keep the tears from falling out of embarrassment. You never liked showing your tears to him. But he sees how badly you are trembling and how frightenly alert your eyes are. He can only assume you had a nightmare.
He takes a moment to sigh, calming himself down, then he slowly walks towards your bed. He sits beside you, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle hug. You lean into his chest, desperately trying to absorb his comfort. It breaks his heart feeling you shake in his arms like this, your sobs gradually escaping your lips in soft whimpers. He chins the top of your head, rocking you back and forth as he tries to hush you.
“It’s just a nightmare,” he whispers. “You’re safe. I’m here.” He rubs your back, planting a kiss on your sweaty forehead. “You’re safe here with me. Just let it out.” He gives you permission to cry and you soon accept it, letting the tears fall, burying your face in his chest as he holds you all the while.
When you cried all that you could, your breath hitching the last sobs in your system, Donnie puts his hand under your chin, lifting up your head so he can kiss your cheek. He tells you everything is going to be ok. It’s late and you need to go back to sleep, but he says he won’t leave you. He’ll stay with you all night to make sure you are safe. He get up and turns the lights off again, then he climbs in bed with you. You snuggle up with him and he wraps his arms around you again. He leans his head into your neck, planting soft kisses on your collarbone, licking your neck in a steady rhythm that slowly lulls you back to sleep.
Here it is posted on it’s own. My first drawing of 2017.
For @justalilwriter-rps/ @justalilwriterblog. And for @hollybunch95. It’s going to be ok, my friends. I’m here for you always and always. Enjoy this little writing. I hope it brings a smile to your lovely faces.
And this is for everyone else who is going through hard times. I know 2016 has left us all kinda shell shocked (in the bad way,) but it’s a new year. Let this new year be a time of healing for all of us. Please enjoy.
He notices something is a bit off about you today. Your usual scent that radiates such sweet, contagious happiness, especially when you’re around him, is almost completely toned down. Instead, your scent is sour and it fills his nostrils with this musty, overcast kind of smell. He can almost taste the salty humidity of your tears, which you had either shed moments before meeting him, or tears that have yet to come. You try to hide your pain behind that pretty smile of yours, but you can’t fool him.
“Don’t even try it!” he growls, snatching your wrist, making you yelp as he yanks you towards him. He frowns, already annoyed that you are trying to play him off. Of course he loves your smile, but he hates it even more knowing something is being kept from him. "I’m not going to let you blow me off like this! Now you tell me what’s wrong.“ The look in his blazing, green eyes is frightening, like he will end up hurting you if you dare lie to him, which is why you quickly drop the smiley act, bite your lip, and stay quiet. You know he’d never hurt you, but you are perfectly aware that even the unintentional tends to happen around him… a lot.
Truth is, you are not aware that the scent of your despair is actually affecting him. (He’s probably unaware of it, as well, since he normally doesn’t think about these things. He more so acts upon what he feels.) His natural instincts causes him to sense the pheromone levels and emotions of humans. And since you’re his girlfriend (or close enough to his girlfriend,) he has a special tie to you, so it affects him even more.
He gives you another tug, making you squeak, and his tone is harsh as he snaps, "TELL ME!" His booming voice shakes you to your core, capturing your heart in an icy grip of fear; your breath catching in your throat as you abruptly gasp. You don’t even realize the tears are slipping from you eyes already. You’re just desperately trying to get away from him, struggling and yelling, demanding that he let you go. His grip is hurting you, and it only tightens more because he’s getting angrier from you being so frantic.
You snap, "LET GO, NOW!” There is a snarl and before you realized he had thrown you over his shoulder, a scream rips through your throat as he throws you against his bed. You grunt on impact, bouncing once on the mattress. Before you could even open your eyes, you feel both your wrists being held down by two firm grips. Then, you open your eyes in time to see him dive down, capturing you mouth with his in such a deep, heated kiss before you could even say ‘get off.’
Your eyes widen and your queasy stomach flips. What the frack was he doing?! You’d probably normally enjoy this kisses. (Probably.) But you were, instead, terrified. He had just been snapping at you, growling at you, and mildly assaulted you. All indications that he was mad, so you were too afraid he was going to hurt you. You start bucking and struggling, your screams muffled in his mouth as you go into a panic. You’re begging to be let up, sweat already forming on your brow. But he’s not so much as budging while you’re using all your strength to fight against him. He lowers himself on you more, pinning you down good, so there is no way you’re getting up unless he allows it.
He finally lets up on the kiss and you gasp for air, your face hot and your head dizzy already, but as you’re trying to compose yourself, he moves your arms above your head and holds both your wrists in one hand. Again, too fast for you to even realize it, he uses his other hand to yank your shirt all the way up, exposing your bra-covered breast. Now your face is really heated.
“Raph, what are you doing?!” you whine, your voice cracking from utter terror and confusing. Your wide, frighten eyes look upon his face, which is still twisted with anger. He’s biting his lip, a growl rumbling in his throat as he glares at you. It’s like he didn't hear your plea at all, or he just chose to ignore it. Ripping your bra off, he throws the fabric away and doesn’t waste any time. He leans down and opens his mouth wide, taking your whole left breast into his mouth. He savagely sucks on it, pulls at it, and swirls his rough, large tongue all around your lump of flesh. You can’t help but squeal as a fit of tingling chills dart up your spine, causing you to arch your back as much as he will allow. You’re squirming underneath him, gasping and protesting his behavior. Your heart thumps faster than it had been before when he starts squeezing your breast with his jaw. He’s churring, which makes his tongue vibrate as it still strokes heavily around your flesh. What could he possibly hope to achieve by doing this? What point was he trying to make? If anything, it only made you fear him more. He was a raging animal.
You plant your feet on his hips, trying so hard to kick him off as you continue to beg him to stop. Your voice had become a mixture of squealing and snapping, but now, as your pants were being yanked off, you let out such a deep gasp, you were sure your belly would burst like a balloon if any more air were to come in. You had to draw the line there. Your body was already beginning to slip under this pleasurable pressure, but if he were to go any further, you would lose yourself to him completely. And that is exactly what he wanted: you to surrender to him, by any means necessary.
“Please, no! Please!” you beg over and over again, your breathing becoming very quick paced and shallow. You twist and wriggle your hips, trying to keep him from touching you down there. He snorts and opens his mouth, releasing your breast. Then he trails kisses and nips up your chest, your neck, and finally back to your mouth, kissing you deeply again. Once again, you become dizzy and your cheeks burn as you’re blushing deeply. (You have been blush before, but now it’s a deeper blush.) He pulls away, looking you dead in the eyes. It was like he was saying 'Give me a reason why I should stop.’ But it was the scowl on his face that made your heart flutter and your stomach churn with hopelessness.
“Raph, please… don’t do this?” you say softly, your voice quivering as you brace yourself.
He leans down and places his mouth to your ear. His husky breathing is heavy and wet with passion (or irritation; you can't quite make it out.) He takes a breath, ready to speak, and your heart sinks into the pit of your stomach as he harshly whispers, “Shut up.”
With one, sudden, powerful thrust of his hips, he shoves his tail right in you, making you fling back you head and cry out madly as an unbearable wave of sensitivity overwhelms your senses. His foreplay with your breasts had made you wet enough if you hadn’t realized it, but you didn’t even have a moment to think when he could have possibly taken his pants off.
He rocks his hips into yours, sending intense wave after wave of pleasures ripping from between your legs to the rest of your body. You are gasping and moaning so loudly, your legs cramping up and twitching as they hook involuntarily around his hips. The sweat on your back feels like you are glued to the sheets as they move with you, up and down on the bed with every thrust he makes. You’re trembling so much, your glassy eyes squint, spilling a few tears over as you feel yourself slipping more and more into submission. His forehead resting on your shoulder as he, too, is moaning, grunting, and churring like an animal in heat.
Finally the intense sensation seeps into your head and you finally give in. Clawing at his shoulders as you wail in pleasurable stress. Your begging for him to stop has turned into begging for him to finish you off. You just can’t focus on anything else as you can feel yourself reaching your climax quickly. Your panting becomes more wet, your eyes widening until it finally hits you and you let out one more finally scream, arching yourself as you orgasm. “STOP! PLEASE STOP!” you cry, your hips shaking and thrashing so much that he grips them with both hands to keep you still. He lifts his wearily head and looks at you again. Beads of sweat slip from his forehead down his cheek. Your face, as well was damp with sweat. You’re panting and shaking, laying exhausted as you slowly start to decline. What just happened?
Once he feels you have calmed down, he pulls himself out of you, gently, then he lies beside you, kissing your cheek with a purr. You’re weak and shaky, but calm, and being calm means he’s calm. You turn your head to look at him. You’re no longer afraid of him. The look on his face was like he was saying, 'I’m sorry. I just… I…’ He sure had an odd way of pacifying you. (You and himself.) It could have been a lot worse. He really could have hurt you, but you didn’t have enough energy to complain. You’re exhausted, but you do manage to let out a weary, “I forgive you."
He gathers you carefully in his arms and whispers, "Rest yourself. We can talk later. I just hope I’ve kept your mind off things for a little while. I don’t like seeing you hurt. Just… please don’t try to go through this alone. I’m here for you. Always."