Pun War

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Marry: Leo, Cuddle: Mikey, Fuck: Donnie, and Kiss: Raph 💖💖

You guys know that game Kiss Marry Fuck?

Well now I introduce Kiss, Marry, Fuck, and Cuddle!

Reply with your preferences! :D

For me, it’s:

Cuddle: Leo; Kiss: Donnie; Fuck: Raph; Marry: Mikey~

This is beautiful😂😂

Ok so I literally can't breathe I'm laughing so hard just thinking about this. So let's say the turtles and crush are watching a movie when she farts (a silent but deadly) but doesn't say anything, just waits for a reaction. When the Bros smell it who's gonna start pointing fingers at who? (Bonus points if she just blatantly states, "it was me," and their reactions to that) 😂😂😂😂 Thank you so much! You're amazing!

I LAUGHED OUT LOUD IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS JESUS H CHRISTIAN

Leo:

He thinks it’s so childish to fart in the middle of everyone, so he assumes it’s Mikey being Mikey and begins to exercise his gift of holding breath for long intervals. The bros are all chiding each other, saying how unclassy it was to do that in front of a lady. When crush nonchalantly admits it was her, Leo’s eyes almost pop out of his head in shock. While the rest of his brothers are cracking up, Leo kinda gapes, wondering how anyone could have such courage as to… let one loose in public.

Raph: 

He knows it’s her the moment he smells it. He looks over and sees her lips pursed, trying to hold back a smile, and her legs are pressed together unusually tightly. He accuses her right off the bat, waving a hand in front of his nose and announcing to the entire lair, “GEEZ, LAY OFF THE BEANS, Y/N.” She gasps in mock horror, before saying casually, “Well, compared to your farts, mine smell like roses.” His brothers proceed to catch their wounded brother from the fatal burn that was dealt to him.

Donnie:

Like Raph, Donnie knew the moment she cut the cheese that she was the culprit (her supposedly ‘silent but deadly’ had lacked silence but was still very much fatal). She’s very sheepish when his brothers begin turning to her in suspicion. Mikey leans forward, sniffing between Donnie and his crush, who are sitting next to each other. “Alright, which one of you dropped the booty bomb.” Her entire face goes red, until Donnie comes to the rescue. “Uh… that was me guys. Sorry.” She gives him the most grateful look while his brothers relentlessly tease him.

Mikey:

“Oh, so we’re at THAT level of our relationship, huh?” Mikey smirks when his crush laughs uncontrollably after farting. He takes that as a signal that they’re comfortable enough to begin letting their gross sides show. They’re gross little children, so from that point forward they start a competition of who can catch the other completely off-guard with a silent passing of wind. “Y /N, can you hand me the… OHHHHH! That was a quality one. I didn’t see that coming. That’ll make a lovely topping to my anchovy pizza, thank you.”

Why am I finding pictures of you in my phone?

I took that 20 minutes ago, how tf do you have it??

Fucking listen, you can’t just type out some god tier shit like this and then tell me not to imagine it, like good lord *fans self*

Fuck it, hit me with some thirst. Whatever thirst you got 👀😈😈

⚠️NSFW⚠️

Don’t imagine your favorite character finding you in a remotely compromising position. Don’t think about them licking their lips before pressing up against you from behind. Their hands on your hips, nails digging into your skin, no doubt leaving marks to show in later days. Grinding themselves against your body, making your hips hurt against the surface you were leaning on.

Don’t imagine them laying themselves across your back, their hot breath against your neck trailing to your ear as they run their nose across your skin, whilst a hand slides from your hip to your chest lightly teasing the skin as they go to your nipples. Playing with them, pulling at them while they traced your neck with their hot tongue, their other hand slipping down the front of your pants as they pressed you against the desk harder, breathing heavily in your ear as they continued to move against you.

Don’t imagine them thrusting harshly against you banging your hips against the harsh surface just to hear you, bruising the soft skin there as they busied themselves with leaving marks up and down your exposed neck. Groaning in your ear everytime you whine, everytime you pant. Their hair between your fingers, growling with every tug you give them, their arms trapping you in, white knuckling the desk.

Don’t imagine feeling them as the fuck you like a primal animal in heat. Feeling them sink their teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder as they thrust deeply into you, milking them dry of everything they have to offer you. Feeling the fabric of their clothes against your ass, hearing them pant against you as your clothes cling to your body before pulling out of you leaving you to drip against your self.

Don’t imagine them taking you again pulling you up, pushing you roughly to the nearest wall. Hooking one of your legs over their hip as they once again grind against you, making a bigger mess of you, leaving trails against the wall behind you as they slide thrust. Their lips finally meeting your for the first time during the encounter, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood and bruise as they suck your lower lip in theirs. Your tongues battling for dominance as a they slide into you suddenly filling you once more making you gasp out as they growl into your mouth, as they finally thrust brutally into you, clenching around them crying out with every heavy drag and every sharp thrust of their hips. Their skilled hands pulling at your hair forcing you to expose your neck to them, trailing their tongue against you one hand tousling your hair as the other held your wrists above your head. Thrusting faster, barely leaving you as they finished desperate for their release, your body offering them that pleasure, using you and fucking you getting their high off your body and moans, whispering nasty things in your ears that would make a succubus blush as they finished deep inside you. Leaving your body simply tucking themselves away, leaving you a panting mess while the smirked down at your disheveled form. Grabbing your chin giving you a chaste kiss before pulling away leaving you wanting more.

This was so well written, and I am so hot for this man. God I love him. Thank you for this treat! 😭🙏🏻

Delicious Desire

Alright Turtle Doves,

It's my birthday in a few days and even though I'm 7,000 miles away from home, I'm feeling the love.

For our resident genius.

Lord help me.

This is the first time I have ever posted something without a proofread by my darling @leosgirl82

Forgive me, my love 😂😘

And a huge THANK YOU to @digitl-art-monstr for helping me with this 🥰

This One-shot is 💯 self indulgent.

You'll know it when you see it 😂

Without further Ado,

I give you,

My insatiable thirst...

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

Delicious Desire

It's the week of your birthday and your genius boyfriend has taken to spoiling you rotten with an extravagant surprise every night, leading up to the big day.

So far, he has brought you on the most romantic dates known to humankind.

However, after seeing you all dolled up at the masquerade last night, and dancing suggestively with his eldest brother, thanks to having one too many *adult beverages*, Mr. Romance loses himself to his more primal instincts…

There's only a few days left before your big day, and you're super excited to see what your boyfriend has in store for you tonight.

However, when you get to the lab and open the double doors, all the lights are off.

Well that's odd.

The moment you step through the entrance, fairy lights that have been set up on the floor - like runway lights - illuminate a path to the lab table.

Standing there is Donnie. Leaning up against the table, arms crossed, with that *flirty Don look* he does so well.

Wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist.

Barely.

He pushes himself off the table and reaches out to you. Walking forward and taking his hand, you realize the runway lights continue on through the back half of the lab, leading to his bedroom door.

He remains silent as he leads you to his room.

Upon entry into his purple-lit cove, there's a long table on one side of the bed with candies, fruits, whipped cream, chocolate - anything you'd ever want as a topping on an ice cream sundae.

"We having a midnight snack?" You ask with a smirk.

He leans down and whispers in your ear, "No, we aren't - but I am. And you're the snack."

Holy mother fucking shit.

You look at him in shock. Full blush blossoming over your face and chest.

He gives you a sultry look.

"God, I love that I can make you blush like that," he says, his hands on your waist as he pushes you towards the bed.

Your brain has temporarily shut down, having never seen this normally cool, calm, and restrained man go from flirty to feral over you. You feel the bed hit the back of your legs, and automatically go to sit down.

He stops you.

"Be a good girl," he purrs, tugging at your top.

You comply, pulling your top off as he relieves you of your bottoms.

His hand disappears behind you as he stands, unclipping your bra, and adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor.

Looking down at you like you're his prey, he nods up towards his pillows, never breaking eye contact.

Before you can even climb up, he's already hovering above you. His mouth has already closed in on yours, desperate and devouring as you gasp, while lying down. His hands hungrily grabbing and squeezing at your body as he moans into your mouth.

He breaks the kiss and moves his mouth to your ear.

"This isn't what I had planned for tonight. However, after seeing you in that dress last night…" he trails off as his lips make real estate on your neck.

You can't help but reach up to him, hands roaming all over his shoulders and biceps.

"Jesus, Don. Last night in the shower…"

"Not nearly enough," he says, "I'm feeling a bit territorial, and possessive. I know there's no need for me to worry, but…"

His lips are back on you. Your chest this time. He still has his towel wrapped around him but it's doing nothing to hide his excitement.

He moves his lips back up to your ear, "He had his hands all over you last night, and now I'm being petty…"

*Kiss below your ear*

"and selfish…"

*kiss with a little suction in the same spot*

"and extremely greedy."

*bite* - *as he rolls one of your nipples between his finger and thumb*

"Holy shit Don," you moan.

"Mmm," he hums through a kiss, "I'm gonna make you so happy, they're gonna hear you through the soundproof walls," he purrs.

Oh my GOD

He's lost his mind 🔥

And you are living for it.

He takes your hands and brings them above your head, then grabs at something on the headboard.

You feel your wrists being restrained as he gives a quick tug.

He looks down at you, and his features suddenly soften, "we don't have to do anything you don't want to. And if there's something I start doing that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me. This is me being greedy over wanting to pleasure you. I want to make sure my desire is reciprocated," he says softly.

You nod, giving him the consent he's looking for, and he sits back on his haunches and smirks.

"Those are my legstraps, by the way," he winks, and reaches over for a bowl of liquid chocolate.

You close your eyes and shake your head with a smirk, blushing all over again.

He drizzles the deliciously warm chocolate over the peaks of your breasts, making a line that joins together, from each breast, to where the bottom of your sternum is. He continues, trailing the chocolate down the middle of your stomach to the top of your pubic bone.

He looks up at your face and gives you that *flirty Don look*. Except it's not flirty, it's hungry, and sultry, successfully causing a rush of excitement between your legs.

"That's gonna taste much better than the chocolate," he growls.

His mouth goes right down in between your thighs for a quick, exploratory taste.

You moan as he laps at your entrance a few times before bringing his sinful tongue to your pubic bone and proceeds to clean the trail of hot fudge thoroughly - licking and sucking every drop as he gets to your pert nipples.

He cleans the chocolate off with one firm lick, before pulling the entire bud into his mouth to tease, swirl, and flick.

All those gasps and whimpers he's responsible for, are causing him to rut against the mattress, where he's resting between your legs.

He moves to the other side, giving the same attention before bringing his lips back up to yours.

"You know…"

*kiss*

"I have a table full of delicious treats…"

*kiss*

"but all I want…"

*kiss*

"is to taste you," he says softly, right before he slides his tongue through your astonished, parted lips.

He reaches down between the two of you and frees himself at the opening of the towel, pressing his tip, teasingly into your entrance.

With the help of his hand, he drags his excitement up and down your entire slit, making sure he circles your clit with it, each pass.

"Don please…" you're begging.

And he loves it.

He smirks, moving himself away from your warmth and uses his finger as a replacement, slowly sinking it inside to find the right spot.

And he finds it immediately.

He pumps his finger in and out, slow and torturous, massaging your front, inner wall.

You attempt to move your hips against him to assist him in pleasuring you.

But he's not having it.

As he continues his torturous pleasure, he puts his mouth by your ear, "Don't worry, Sunshine," he coos, "Daddy is gonna take really good care of his good girl."

"Oh, fuck," you breathe out, pressing yourself downward, almost uncontrollably.

He chuckles, mouth still by your ear, "You really like the Daddy thing, huh?"

You let out a shaky breath in response, unable to form a coherent thought, nevermind a full sentence.

"That's good… Cuz I do too," he whispers, moving his lips to your neck.

While he's leaving open mouth kisses, and nibbling at the sensitive skin of your neck, he adds his thumb to the fun he's having between your legs, successfully making you yell his name.

He teases and massages all the right places, at just the right pace until your breathing picks up considerably, and you feel yourself starting to peak.

And he pulls his hand away.

Your eyes go wide and you look at him accusingly.

He gives you a dirty smirk.

*Cue bedroom eyes*

"Daddy please…" you moan quietly.

His face sobers instantaneously. He puts his hand under one of your thighs, bringing it up towards your chest while removing the offending towel, right before sinking himself into your soaking wet core.

"Oh God, yess," you hiss as he grunts a barely restrained thrust.

"Untie me," you breathe out, "I want to touch you."

He reaches up with one hand and undoes the strap, never missing a beat as he maintains his steady pace.

You can see him clenching his teeth as he tries to keep himself under control.

Pulling his face down to yours, you push your tongue through his lips, eliciting a loud moan.

You feel as he starts to slow his pace and his hips start to stutter.

He's almost there.

Pulling at his arm, you signal him that you want him to let go of your leg, and successfully move it back down by his hip. You lock your calves around the backs of his thighs and slip your hand between the two of you, making small, quick circles with your fingers, to help you catch up to him.

"Oh my fucking God," he growls, and slams his mouth to yours as his whole abdomen tightens, sending you over the edge with him, after that last hard thrust of his hips.

You tear your mouth away from his as shockwaves of electricity flow through your body. You throw your head back, as your body arches up into his, singing praises to his name while he kisses your neck.

Once your soul comes back to your body, you bring your hand to your forehead to push the hair back from your face, as you try to catch your breath.

You realize he's staring at you.

"Yes?" You ask with a flirty smile.

"I love you," he whispers, kissing you a few times.

"I love you too," you tell him, draping your arms around his neck.

He scoots down a little, removing himself from inside of you, and rests his head on your breasts.

"You know, I've had so many fantasies about you, and it's still hard for me to believe that I actually have you now," he confesses.

You smile as you run your fingers along the back of his neck and out over the top of his shoulder.

"I'm all yours," you tell him.

He slips both arms under you and squeezes.

"I know," he says.

You lay there like that for a little bit, and the need to know is killing you, so you ask with a smirk, "What's your favorite fantasy… And has it been fulfilled?"

He's quiet for a minute.

"Yes," he says quietly, "you fulfill it every day."

Now you're thinking. What the fuck do we do every day.

"What is it?" You finally ask him.

He moves up again, looking down at you for a moment before responding.

"You tell me that you love me," he says, coming in for a kiss.

Done.

Your heart is singing.

"You have no idea how much I love you," you whisper through kisses, as he wipes a tear you didn't realize had escaped your eye.

"I think I do," he whispers back. He puts his lips on yours and slides his tongue back into your mouth for a full taste. He pulls away and adds some suction to the kiss as he does, making you squeeze him in-between your thighs.

"Mmm," he smirks, "I like that, too. The suction. I could've eaten you alive the first time you did that to me," he confesses.

"Why didn't you?" You ask teasingly.

"Because you weren't exactly mine, yet," he says with a look.

"If I'm adding suction to a kiss," you say, pulling his face closer so his lips hover above yours, "then I'm looking to be eaten," you whisper.

He growls as he attacks your lips with a thirsty desire.

You can feel his fully hardened member pressing against your inner thigh, again.

"You're not sleeping tonight, Sunshine," he says through needy kisses.

"I'm ok with that," you tell him.

And he continues to love you for the rest of the night, until you're sure you'll pass out from the sheer amount of mind blowing orgasms he's gifted you…

Oh, and he might be right…

You may owe the household an apology for keeping them awake all night.

Soundproofing or not.

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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I love it

So let's say the turtles are taking a shower when S/O runs in (something spilled on them or they were victim to one of Mikey's pranks) and jumps in with them for a quick wash. How's that gonna turn out for each turt? 😘 Thanks, I love your blog!!💖

Leo isn’t too sure on what his stance is–he obviously covers himself when his sweetheart barges into his shower. Though, considering (with a blush) what they’ve done through the course of their relationship, this doesn’t seem too off to Leo. He still gives them privacy, looking away while they wash up and such.

Raph isn’t pleased–the shower stall is already cramped enough with his huge ass shell grating the walls, and now his babe needs to wash up. The sight’s lovely and all, but shower time is his time, and he’ll pout and grumble till you finish up, before resuming his turn.

Donnie throws his hands over his chest and squeaks when his little love comes in with God-knows-what on their body, and isn’t too quick on questions as he listens to their spiel about Mikey and his paint balloons. He quietly helps them clean it off, and doesn’t mind sharing the shower–though he makes a note to design a larger shower for the both of them to share.

Mikey doesn’t flinch, he’s all for sharing a soak with his babe–and helping them wash out whatever that is in their hair. He’s very cool with it, save with a few wandering touches here and some gropes there. He lets out the heartiest churr when you start scrubbing his shell as a thank you. This moment might end up making Mikey want to shower with his bae more often to be honest.

Catch me out here with happy tears 😭💗

ahem ahem, todoroki shouto has a notebook full of letters to you. he never sends them to you, but they’re love letters. one for every single day of your relationship and he gifts it to you the night of your wedding because on god he is a romantic without even knowing it 🥺

STOPPP I’m going to cry this sounds exactly like something he would do and you KNOW those letters are going to be so sappy and so full of love that it would seem false coming from anyone else but every word is completely honest and he’s not exaggerating how he feels in the slightest. The ones from early in the relationship are going to be so sweet especially the one where he says “I think I’m really falling in love with you” mmmmm yeah you’re going to be spending you’re wedding night crying hysterically over how thoughtful he is which will confuse him because all he’s doing is telling you how he feels