How About The Boys Reaction To If S/o Accidentally Mumbled "fuck Me" Instead Of "fuck You"? Thanks😄

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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Dude if you had to Chose to marry any of the Turtles who would you marry? Only one!!

We know I love both Donnie and Leo, but when it comes down to it I think it depends on the day.

Today is a Donnie day. I'd love to wake up in the middle of the night to the smell of coffee and walk into the kitchen to see a fresh cup but your husband nowhere in sight. You find him in his lab downstairs, head resting against his arms and a screwdriver still in his hand as he let out soft breaths.

Nights like these would be common with him, and you'd rub his shell to wake him up and lead him slowly back upstairs to your bedroom to get some sleep.

☆☆☆

Leo on the other hand would go out for early morning runs. He usually woke up a few hours before you, but sometimes he'd wake you up and insist you join him, even volunteering to carry you.

So there you were, still in your pajamas hugging his shell with your eyes closed as he kept across the rooftops. When he came to a stop he patted your hand and told you to look. He always found the perfect places to watch the sun rise, yellow fading to pink and then purple that stained the clouds as the city began to wake up.

You nuzzled into him as you watched, grateful to have such a peaceful moment until it was time to return home.

THERE'S A SECOND ONE!!😱😱😍😍😍💙💙💖💖

Ooo more fluffy Leo stuff please!! It's sooo good 💗

- hand holding, a lot of it

- cuddling too

- he would always try to touch you or have you close (like rubbing your back, playing with your fingers etc)

- forehead kisses

- he would watch your favorite show or movie with you even though he might not understand it (maybe it’s the topic, the humor or genre)

- same goes for music

- he might even listen to it when you’re back at your own home, just to memorize the lyrics

- would try to get you into his favorite things as well

- he would NEVER forget your anniversary and even celebrate it each month

- flowers or cute poems

- written by himself of course

- he’d have a whole wall of pictures of you

- most of them he took himself

- some of them were of both of you

- he’d change his lock screen almost daily cause he loved every single picture of you

- he might whistle when he thought he was alone, just because he was so happy with you

- he’d watch you sleep but not in a creepy way

- he just loved the way you looked when you slept

- he’d compliment you every day, especially when you felt down

- cute af nicknames

- maybe something in Japanese like Hana (flower)

- already imagines your children

- and has names for them

- he’d often place you in his lab so he could cuddle you from behind

- he loved it when you put your head against his plastron

- he felt invincible when you did that

- always smiling when you’re around or soon are

- even when his brothers are pissing him off, fuck that he will see YOU later

- would ask Splinter what he thinks of you

- is happy when Splinter says you’re a wonderful human being

- always puts your happiness above his own

- but loves to vent to you as well

- never gets physical, just ranting about everything that’s pissing him off (come on, even he needs a break from time to time)

- he knows you’re the only person who can calm him down

- he would sleep much better when you’re next to him

- he would even sleep in sometimes

- he could relax so much with you, like a huge weigh is lifted from his shoulders

- he’d occasionally lift you up and carry you to wherever you want

- just to be cute, you know

- would always brag to his brothers at how amazing you are

- would call you his forever girl

hiii ive just read ur most recent post and holy shit you write good smut😭🙏 if youre taking requests could you do thigh riding donnie? PLSSDSJDKSK

Hey hun, I'm glad you enjoy my posts! I can 100% write my favorite beanpole for you.

Minors DNI

Donnie had been working lately, but then what was new? You knew going into the relationship, and even before that, that there would be times when you wouldn't see him for weeks. You had been waiting to see your lovable dork of a man for two weeks, pushing three, and while you normally wouldn't have minded, you had an issue.

You'd been laying in bed that night fantasizing about all these different scenarios in your head. Before you knew it your shorts were discarded and your favorite toy was shoved inside of you as you worked desperately to get off. But you couldn't.

Tears of frustration were coursing down your face hours later as your arm started to lose feeling from moving the toy inside of you, yet you still weren't able to cum. Was it because you and Donnie had been getting intimate recently? The memory of it causes fresh tears and a new wave of wetness between your thighs.

It seemed as if you were unable to get off by yourself, which only meant one thing...

You walked into the lair a few hours later in a sour mood. You scared Mikey half to death as he came around the corner with a plate of nachos, nearly throwing them in the air. "Holy shit dude! You scared the crap out of me!" He exclaimed as he clutched his chest with one hand and the nacho plate in the other. "What are you doing here at this time? It's like 1 am."

You rolled your eyes as you nudged your way past him. "Just had a bad day. I came to see if Donnie had emerged from his lair yet," you admitted.

As if on cue, a hollow crashing sound came from the lab. You bolted towards the door and yanked it open to reveal Donnie who was sitting in his rolly chair with his head in one of his hands. He looked drained, like he hadn't slept in days, and he probably hadn't. On the floor were two plastic cups in a puddle of what smelled like old coffee.

You approached your boyfriend and put a soft hand to his face. "Are you ok?" You asked as you looked him over.

"Yeah," Donnie breathed out in response. "I think I'm finished, but the final product needs to sit for 48 hours so I figured I'd get a nap in." He stared hopelessly at the cups on the floor again, looking for all the world like he was completely drained of any and all energy.

Luckily you were used to this, and you hurried over to the clean up station to get a wet rag. You could tell that the turtle wanted to protest but he couldn't bring himself to scold you for it either. He watched as you cleaned up the spill and washed your hands before coming to stand in front of him.

"You look exhausted," you nite softly.

"I feel exhausted."

A beat of silence passes as you look into each other's eyes. Finally, Donnie pulls you closer until you're sitting on his lap and gives your forehead a kiss. "Thanks for cleaning up for me sweetheart, you didn't have to do that."

You silence him with a peck on the lips. "Of course I do, you can barely stand," you retort. You take a moment to give him a slow, passionate kiss and you can feel all the tension rush out of his body as he melts into it. Once you break apart you stand, grabbing his hand to lead him to the bed he kept at the back of his lab. Your purple turtle boyfriend collapses onto the mattress with a groan and you giggle.

You shift your legs as you watch him lay against the bed, body all lean muscle and sculpted abs. As Donnie sits himself up against the headboard he groans again, this time low in his chest. "Fuck babe, I can smell you from over here," he eyes you, still at the foot of the bed and gestures for you to come closer. "Do you really like me that much?"

It's said teasingly, but as you crawl up the bed you can't help but nod. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. You're just... So attractive," you admit with a blush.

Donnie's cheeks heat at the compliment, not used to receiving such praises. He chuckles and lets one hand come to caress your face, churning when you lean into the touch lovingly. "If I had any energy left I'd ravish you."

You smile. "There will be time for that later," you insist, but Donnie shakes his head.

"Oh no, I can see that your pent up. Just look at you," he coos. "So needy aren't you? Why don't you show me how much you need it?"

The words hang heavy in the air for less than a moment before you're crawling onto his lap to straddle one of his large legs. You whimper as the large thigh beneath you flexes and Donnie lets out a hiss. "Holy fuck, I can feel you soaking through my pants," he groans out as his hands find your hips.

All you can do is moan in response to the friction. When your boyfriend tugs at your pants you're quick to strip them off, along with your underwear, before returning to your seat.

Donnie groans as you grind against his leg with fervor, heat building in you like it had earlier, although this time you were determined to see it through. So lost in finding that pleasure you were that you didn't see the turtle beneath you staring at the lewd wet patch you were making on his pants. If he wasn't so drained he would have teased you, maybe even edged you before taking you here on this mattress. But right now he was entirely focused on your pleasure.

A bounce of his leg has you gasping and clutching at his shoulders for some semblance of stability. "F-fuck," you pant out, "it f-feels so good~"

The steady up and down of his leg paired with the way his hands were moving your hips down had you seeing stars. Had you been more aware you might have been embarrassed about how easily your man was drawing sounds out of you with just his leg. But here you were, gasping and crying out as that string pulled tighter and tighter.

A hand found your face and moved it so that you were looking right into the eyes of your lover, and it caused you to topple over the edge. Donnie's eyes held a fire even through the exhaustion. The way he looked at you was thirsty and desperate, like he couldn't bear to look away from you. "God I'm so lucky," he whispered before pulling you down into a kiss as your high washed over you.

You moaned into Donnie's mouth as you fell apart on top of him before collapsing into his arms. A low noise caused you to look up at your lover, only to find him staring heatedly at the large wet patch you had left on his leg. Your cheeks heated as you dug your face into his chest in shame. "I'm so sorry Donnie, I-" you're cut off by his lips.

"Don't you dare apologize. That's the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen."

Too tired to change into new sweats he simply pulls you down to lay with him on the bed as he begins to doze off. "Don't get too comfortable now baby. Once I wake up I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight," he growls into your ear before nuzzling into your neck.

God you couldn't wait.

Any time @shycitychick

I feel like Splinter is that kind of parent. Like he'll meet the reader and be like, "I'm so happy my son's have another human friend who cares about them," but the second they outta hearing range he looks at them dead in the eye and whispers, "if you hurt them I will end you." And he just like opens part of his robe so you see he has throwing knives he keeps on him.😂😂 (Thought you migt enjoy my sleep deprived thoughts😄)

I needed a laugh 😂 Thank you hun! ❤😊🙏

Omg, I never noticed until now 😂😂

Raph actually says, "Leo I'm gonna hit 'im"

“I can’t see me loving nobody but you for all my liiiiife!”

So cute!!😍😍

What would be the moment where the boys realize they actually LOVE their crush? Like would it be something little or just a random thing that makes them realize just how deep their feelings are?

Leo:

A single candle flickering in the dark room. And yet they are the only source of warmth he cares about. They’re lying beside him, bathed in the dim candlelight, lashes fluttering in their sleep, and even without looking at him he’s still trapped with the thoughts of their eyes opening and imprisoning him, making him a willing captor. He wants to give himself fully to them, to devote his entire being to those eyes, to that face, to this person who, by some miracle, sees his flaws as things of beauty. And he finds himself hoping for it, longing for the moment their gazes meet again and he feels helpless and powerful all at the same time. He realizes he never wants to be without that feeling. He’s trapped, and he loves it.

Donnie:

Their hands make their way up his sides, leaving tiny pulses of energy in their wake, and that touch alone makes his concentration completely evaporate. He turns and sees their smile, gentle and welcoming, and suddenly his coding program seems like a bunch of mumbo jumbo while they bring their lips to his temple, his cheek, his jawline. His world completely around this secure center that is them, and he knows that without their luring him to bed he’d have said up through the night. And God is he grateful for them, his last shred of common sense, of relaxation. He wouldn’t trade anything in the world for the one thing that wipes his mind clean - them. With a grin, he rises and turns to them, returning their teasing touches and kissing their lips, feeling the worry slip away, and the bond strengthen that much more as he carries them to bed.

Raph:

He wants to be alone. He told everyone that just before he slammed his bedroom door and took to attempting to punch holes through the concrete wall. He’s about to yell at the intruder as they open the door, but then there they are. And all they do is open their arms, and he’s holding them, clutching at them desperately, laying them on his bed and burying his anger in flurried kisses. Their lips are the most powerful painkiller as they kiss his raw knuckles, their body his sanctuary, their skin emanating love and only love as he presses himself against them. He surrenders fully, handing over his hardship and marveling at how they take it and mold it into a passion that courses through them both. He loves their acceptance, their ability to wash away their pain, and knows that without them this world would be a lot more painful.

Mikey:

Their smile is twinkling, a row of white teeth peeking through a perfect pair of soft pink lips while they press another strawberry to his lips. Sweetness floods his mouth, and he coos out a sound of satisfaction, earning another sheepish giggle from them. He reaches forward and kisses them, his new flavor intermingling with the taste of theirs, that even without fruit bursts with only the sweetest flavors. They laugh as they pull away, pressing their face into his neck and letting their humor-tinged breath breeze across his skin. He’d do anything to hear that laugh, be anything for them to smile around him. With a grin he paints a line of strawberry juice across their cheek, and they erupt into laughter again. 

Feel free to visit my ask box any time hun 🙏🏻

Where THE FUCK are all the tmnt writers with their GODDAMN requests open?! Especially for smut?! PLS I JUST MFKSMDJDJJFHMAJFDBH!

I really like this! Just maybe don't kill the reader 😂

Maybe reader has a dream like that and then fluff part? Idk, those are just some thoughts 😊

Turquoise droplets in an ocean of blue😄

Hmm… Reader is a sweetie pie who ALWAYS wears Turquoise. Leo has a huge crush on her. This can either be angst (Reader dies, blood all over Leo) or a fluff (Reader seeks comfort bc every happy person sheds tears too, and he figured out she was upset by feeling her tears?). Here Comes the Sun by The Beetles for the song, for sure. I really like this, I’ll probably write this too.

Happy New Years!

(I'm not really into the whole "new year new me so here's something else😊)

May Leonardo bring you emotional strength, selflessness, loyalty, and honesty wherever you go.

Might Raphael fill you with strength, capability, passion, and determination.

I hope Donatello supports your intellect, mindfulness, care, and peace.

May Michelangelo bring you compassion, happiness, humor, and good will.

And May Splinter bestow upon you wisdom, fortune, and reflectivity.

Happy New Years 🎉🎉