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a big ol birthday present for @janaxiv who is an amazing friend and brainrot enjoyer, we've known each other for ages and i'll keep cheering you on as you discover more worms for these lovely birds <)

So I saw this and just drooled.

DAD BOD BUGGY!!~

So Sexy!!!

Art by Diionysan on Twitter. Check them out!

🚨‼️BARTO ALERTA‼️🚨

ERM HI…. HAHA… I really like ur elliott fics and im wondering,,,,,, *looks at you with HUGE eyes* what if that one scene on Ginger Island where you have the dialogue option to “help him put sunscreen on” turns SPICY… Perhaps with an afab or genderless farmer…. 👁️👁️

Again, i love your stuff and i get super happy to see ur posts on my TL 🐝💕💕 long live the great bee 🤴

(For now i will remain anonymous… 🪳)

a/n: sorry that this took forever! i was in anti-horny mode. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy this fic!

word count: 1.6k

warnings: accidental boner, blowjob, deepthroating, semi-public sex (farmer and elliott fuck in the bathroom on ginger island), cum swallowing, farmer and elliott fail to realize that they're crushing on one another

summary: elliott needs help with applying sunscreen on his back and as his friend, you're more than happy to help! but what happens when you get too close and too intimate with the whole process?

★ the sunscreen incident - elliott x farmer ★

The summer breeze ruffled your hair and the sun beamed down warm rays on your skin, as you walked along the boardwalk to the resort. A rare day off in the summer season warranted a trip to Ginger Island and it seemed that many other residents had the same idea. An assortment of individuals scattered about the sandy beaches of the island, some soaking up rays while others chatted amongst themselves near the crystal clear waters. Your flip flops made contact with the sand and you let out a sigh of contentment, What a nice day.

Yet, out of the blue, your throat tightened and you groaned from the sensation, suddenly parched. Yoba, I need a drink. Thankfully, Gus had set up shop at the rental bar, serving drinks and snacks to the beach attendees. You made a beeline for the bar and greeted Gus with a smile, “Gus, my man, how are you?”

“Oh, (Y/N)!” the bartender flashed you a smile, “Things are well, very busy today. Can I get you a drink? Maybe a snack?” you eyed the menu and pondered your options, “I’ll take a mango smoothie,” you placed your order with Gus. He gave you a thumbs up and walked over to the blender, dumping the ingredients and blending them. Gus poured out the smoothie and garnished it with a little umbrella, “One mango smoothie.”

“Thanks,” you dropped a few G in the bartender’s hands. You took the smoothie and scanned the shore for any good spots to sunbathe. That was when you saw him, Elliott lounging on a striped beach towel with his glorious chest on display for all to see. Your face heated up at the sight and averted your gaze, not wanting to get caught staring at him like a creep. However, Elliott must have caught you anyway when he exclaimed, “(Y/N), my friend! Come here, please!”

You fulfilled his request and approached Elliott, plopping down in the sand next to him, “Hey, Ellie,” the nickname rolled off your tongue cheekily, “Enjoying the weather?” the redhead nodded, his ponytail bouncing with the movement, “Yes, yes, indeed. Despite living on the beach back home, Ginger Island’s waters seem more lively and fresh.”

“You think so?” you eyed the ocean before the two of you and sipped on your smoothie, “I guess it does look clearer than the beach back home,” you watched the people in the water, such as Kent guiding a floatie-wearing Vincent farther into the sea and Leah’s braided hair and snorkel straw poking out above the water. It brought a smile to your face, to see the residents of Pelican Town enjoy the wonders of Ginger Island.

“Oh, (Y/N),” you perked up at the sound of Elliott’s voice. He held out a bottom of sunscreen, SPF 70 to be exact, “Could you do me a favor and apply sunscreen to my back? I burn quite easily and I’m not flexible enough to apply it myself.”

“Of course,” you took the sunscreen and gestured to Elliott to lay down on the towel. He laid on his stomach and pushed his ponytail out of the way, allowing his back to be completely exposed. Your mouth watered at the sight of his toned back, adorn with freckles galore and prominent muscles. You had no clue why he was so in-shape, given his lifestyle of eight hour writing sessions and daily trips to the saloon for his meals. 

“Everything alright?” the writer questioned. You shook off your stupor and replied, “Yes! Just zoned out,” you uncapped the sunscreen and squeezed the white goop into your hands. You leaned closer to Elliott’s back and began applying the sunscreen, massaging it deep into his skin. Elliott let out a soft groan from your motions, He must have a sensitive back. 

“Need me to pause?” you asked. Elliott lifted his head up enough so you could clearly hear his response, “No need, I’m simply tender when it comes to my back. Please resume,” you squirted more sunscreen on your hands and swung one leg over Elliott’s legs, sitting down on his ass so you could get better leverage. 

Elliott let out a squeak of surprise, but quickly settled down and allowed you to resume your work. You continued to massage the sunscreen into his skin, humming a tune to yourself while you did so. Finally, after a few minutes, you finished up and announced to Elliott, “All done!” you hopped off his backside. Elliott turned himself over and smiled at you, “Thank you, (Y/N). I much appreciate it.”

“Of course, no–” you cut yourself short, your eyes locked in on Elliott’s crab-patterned swim shorts. Without realizing, the writer was displaying a proud erection, you held back a squeak of your own and hastily shielded his boner with your body. Elliott tilted his head like a confused puppy, “What’s wrong?”

“Ellie…” you swallowed your spit hard, “You got a, uh… you got a boner.”

Elliott’s eyes widened in shock and immediately covered the tent in his swim shorts with his towel, “Oh, dear! I’m so very sorry, (Y/N). I don’t know why I have one, I must go and take care of that,” with his towel as a shield, Elliott rose from the sand and walked over to the bathroom. 

To both parties’ surprise, you stood up after him and grabbed him by the wrist, “Wait, I…” you stared down at the sand, “It’s kinda my fault you, uh… have that little issue. Do you, uh–” your face was flushed with embarrassment, “I can take care of it.”

Elliott’s jaw dropped at your proposition, his freckled face a lovely shade of tomato red, “Oh! Oh my, I–” he covered up his surprise with a faux cough, “I wouldn’t… be opposed to that. Meet me in the family restroom,” he then entered the bathrooms. You waited a few moments, not wanting to arouse suspicion, before heading inside. Mustering up some courage, you approached the family restroom and opened the door. Inside, Elliott sat on the pull-out chair, towel still covering his boner. You gave him a small wave, “Hey.”

“Hello,” he returned the pleasantries. You walked up to him and removed the towel, staring down at Elliott’s boner. Elliott let out an awkward cough and you broke eye contact with the boner, “Sorry,” you apologized, twiddling your thumbs, “Do you want me… to suck you off?”

“That should do the job,” he answered, “If you’re okay with that, of course.”

“I’m okay with it,” you reassured the freckle-faced man, “Can– Can you pull your shorts down?” the writer nodded in confirmation and slowly slid off his swim shorts, his cock now free from its confinement. You gawked at its appearance, the mushroom tip red and angry with some pre-cum leaking out. It was on the bigger side, maybe six or seven inches, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. After all, you were referred to as “The Blowjob Master” back in college for your blowjob skills. 

You folded up your towel and made a makeshift pillow, placing it on the water-soaked floor and resting your knees on it. Timidly, you placed your hands on Elliott’s thighs- Yoba, those thighs could crush watermelons- you waved off your horny thoughts and looked up at Elliott, “Are you ready?”

“I am,” he patted you on your head, “Thank you for your help again.”

“Of course, anything for you,” you flashed him a small smile. Taking a deep breath, you grasped the shaft and gave the tip a tentative lick. Elliott stifled back a moan, his face now a deeper red. You carefully guided his cock in your mouth and once inside, you began to suck Elliott off. The writer bit down on his hand to silence his moans while you bobbed your head up and down on his dick. 

Yoba, this exchange felt otherworldly to Elliott, his crush down on their knees and sloppily blowing him. Spit leaked from your mouth and onto the remainder of Elliott’s shaft, coating it in the bubbling substance. With his free hand, Elliott found his way into your hair and tightly pulled at it, earning a moan from you that vibrated down his whole cock. 

Elliott’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull when you managed to find his weak spot, a vein directly under the tip of his dick. You licked and nipped at it, relishing in Elliott’s descent into madness from your cocksucking skills. In one swift motion, you took his full length in your mouth, your nose touching his beautifully manscaped bush. 

Elliott held out a muffled moan and promptly climaxed, shooting ropes of hot cum down your throat and into your tummy. You groaned against his shaft while he orgasmed and as soon as he finished, you pulled yourself off his cock and wiped off any excess cum from your lips. Elliott cleaned off any spit and cum from his now flaccid cock; he then put his swim shorts back on and gave you a relieved smile, “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” you winked, “I’ll see you outside?” Elliott nodded, “Yes, I just need a moment,” you gave him a thumbs up and exited the bathroom, leaving Elliott to his own devices. The redhead approached the mirror and steadied himself, hands gripping the sink hard.

“I need to buy them flowers as a thank you gift.”

APPY SLICES

Bayverse turtles x fem reader

Turtle fluff, kinda petty jealousy, nothing sexual

Second Person, no Y/N.

Inspired by a pinterest post I saw about having an office turtle and the punch line was "does the big man want his appy slices?" and it just snowballed from there

Your first vacation in a year, and you were stuck with a house guest for part of it.

Well, sort of a house guest.

You stared at the blue, plastic kiddie pool taking up half of the living room, shoved between your TV and the L shaped desk you used as a work space. A sandy colored shell was moving slowly around as Romeo explored his temporary digs, the large tortoise taking everything in with long, slow blinks.

“Boy, does your mother owe me one,” You informed him lowly, shaking out tired arms that still ached from carrying the large cat carrier up the stairwell. “Though, I guess she should be worried you won’t wanna go home on Monday. After all,” you leaned down, watched as Romeo turned those large, multicolored eyes in your direction, “I seem to have a growing collection of turtles.”

He let out a loud huff, the air whistling through his nostrils, and you snorted. “Sorry, tortoise, though I’m pretty sure the rest are turtles.”

He turned back to ignoring you, making slow movement towards the heat lamp you had attached to the back of a stool and swung over a part of his pad.

You hummed, watching him, then glanced over at your phone when it dinged from the couch.

Orange Crush: Hey babycakes, we still good to come get you after patrol? Donnie got ahold of that movie you wanted to see.

Uh oh. You bit at your nail absently, thinking, then typed back:

You guys are welcome to stop by, but I might have put a snag in movie night. I’ve got a house guest I have no idea what to do with.

You hit send, waited a beat, then hit accept before it even rang, expecting Leo’s name.

“Everything good?”

You decided not to comment on the speed dial. “Yea, everything’s fine. I’ve just… got a house guest.”

A beat of silence, “are you in danger?”

You frowned, stared across the room at Romeo, then had a light bulb moment as you replayed what was said. “Oh, god, Leo, no I’m fine. This isn’t a ‘help, there’s someone in my apartment’ type of thing.”

“Well that’s good,” he breathed, and you could hear his dry humor creeping in, “Though you almost gave Raph a heart attack just now.”

“Spiders almost give Raph a heart attack,” you deadpanned back. “But seriously, I’m just babysitting a pet for a friend. Um… actually.” You squinted at the tortoise sunning himself. “Don’t- don’t be weird when you guys get here.”

A longer beat of silence. “O-kay.” The word was drawn out. “We’ll be over in ten.” He hung up before you could squawk about cutting their patrol short, and you was left holding the phone comically to your ear.

Romeo chose that moment to let out a questioning chirp, his beak opening and clicking shut, and you turned her attention back to him. “Hm? You hungry, big boy? Let me go get your food.”

You got Romeo his salad, watching with slight amusement as he once again slowly moved toward the plate of offerings next to his sunken water bowl, high pitched chirps coming from him as he started to eat.

A light tap at your window pulled your attention, and you crawled over the couch to unlock the window, letting Leo do the heavy lifting to actually get it open.

“Heeeyyy,” You said, smiling brightly, trying to block the view behind you while leaning against the frame.

Leo rolled his eyes, “hey yourself. You gonna let us in?”

You pursed your lips, looking over the four of them crammed onto the fire escape, Donnie half hanging off the railing as he avoided Raph’s shell. You held up a finger threateningly. “Don’t be weird.”

You heard Raph scoff as you moved to press against the couch cushions, letting them step in over the furniture. “‘Don’t be weird’ she says to the mutant turtles.”

“Uh.” Leo pulled up short, one foot still on the couch, letting Mikey bounce off his shell as he noticed the kiddie pool.

Romeo looked up from the salad, took in the towering turtles staring back, and let out a low grumble that somehow managed to thrum through the room.

“Wow. That’s impressive.” You popped up on the couch, leaned over the arm, watched as the four turtles spread out a little, all still watching the kiddie pool.

“Sheesh, that’s nothing, babycakes,” Mikey said over his shoulder as he backed to the side to perch on the couch next to you, baby blues fastened on the tortoise like he’d disappear if he blinked. “That little rumble ain’t got nothing on Raph in the morning.”

“Huh. Really?” You glanced at the red turtle, but he shrugged, moving towards the kitchen counter and the cans of soda you’d set out while waiting for them.

“It ain't nothin special, sweetheart. How long you watchin mr. grumpy pants?”

Leo still hadn’t moved from his spot half on the couch, and with a huff Donnie pushed past him, the only one to take a step closer to the kiddie pool and crouch down to get a closer look.

“I have Romeo until Monday morning.” You tried not to sound too intrigued with what was happening, or not happening, but you probably failed judging by the quick look Raph threw your way, slight smirk curling his mouth as he watched you peer between Romeo and Donnie.

The tortoise had one eye on Donnie and the other on Leo, his head swiveled to the side to keep them both in sight as the ominous grumble sounded once more.

“Oh, goodness.” Donnie chuckled, perched as close to the plastic lip as he could get without touching the tortoise’s turf.

Raph whistled, long and low, as the noise lowered deeper until it was a threatening burr. Romeo snapped his beak at the sudden noise from Raph.

“Ok. What’s happening?” You asked, looking from Mikey to Raph for answers.

Mikey winced, fingers drumming out a fast staccato on his bent knees, so you turned your question to Raph, who simply shrugged.

“Donnie,” you whined, and heard him hum in answer. “What’s with the weirdness?”

“Oh, well, I suppose we’re making him a little uncomfortable.” He supplied, twisting around to address you from over Leo’s hip. Romeo let out an angry hiss, and Donnie swayed back out of sight. “Oops.”

“Now you done it,” Raph joked. “Touched the big man’s pool.”

“So I should have coached him instead of you guys?” You smirked, the notion that the bigger turtles were all being trash talked by Romeo amusing.

“Eh, probably wouldn’t have changed much,” Donnie chirped back at you, pulling another threatening beak snap from Romeo.

Raph chuckled. “Careful, Don. He might think you’re after his girl.”

“Oh so now I’m part of the problem?” You put as much sarcasm into the query as you could, moving to sit up on the couch, swaying into Leo’s space.

“Sure.” Leo answered, finally moving his foot off the couch as you brushed against him. “Bunch of big ugly rivals come into his place, touch his home, chirp at his girl. I’d be pissed too.”

“Would you?” You tried not to sound too amused, hand coming up to press against your mouth at the uptick in Leo’s cheek even as his gaze was kept on the tortoise. “So is he gonna get even more cranky if I leave with his ‘rivals’?”

“I’m sure he’ll live,” Raph pushed away from the counter, snapped his fingers under Donnie’s glasses. “Genius, quit harassing the poor dude. He’s stuck in a pool, we get to go watch a movie with his girl. Don’t rub it in.”

“Pretty sure I’ve known you guys longer than him,” You kicked out at Raph playfully as he passed close, connecting with his thigh and making him sway to avoid the pressure. “Think that makes him the interloper.”

“Ah, ok, I see how it is, you’re our girl. You want us to avenge your honor, teach this creep a lesson?” He jerked his head toward Romeo, grabbing your foot with ease as you went to kick at him again. You let out a quick giggle, jerked your foot away from his grip, leaning towards Mikey for protection as Raph made a grab for your retreating foot again.

“Hey, it’s all good babycakes, I’ll hide you from your loverboy’s rival.” Mikey lifted his arm, flashing the charm as he let you wedge yourself between his shell and the couch, feet tucked in the cushions where the larger brother couldn’t reach.

“We better get going before we rile your house guest up even more,” Leo commented, ignoring the playful banter as he stepped sideways out of Raph’s way. “You have everything you need?”

You hummed, twitching further behind Mikey as you felt the youngest brother’s fingers reach back and ghost your far side. “My bag’s in my room. Obviously, I’m gonna have to come check on Romeo tomorrow, but I think he’ll be ok for the night.”

“Especially if he doesn’t have to deal with us,” Donnie added, straightening and stepping around the pool to head down the short hallway leading to your room.

“Oh, shoot, hold on. Can’t forget.” You popped out from behind Mikey, wildly grabbing onto Leo’s arm to steady yourself as you overcorrected on the couch cushion. His forearm tensed under your hand, giving you something steady to push off of as you headed for the counter.

As you turned around with an apple and a knife, Mikey gasped. “He gets appy slices?”

“Yup, every Friday.” You responded, not looking up as you carefully started cubing the fruit.

“He’s get a treat after being an ass?” Raph sounded incredulous, and you blinked, looking up finally to find all three staring at the apple in your hand.

You took in the various looks of envy and mild offense, and reached behind you for the bag with the rest of the apples. “Do… do you guys want some?”

Donnie rounded the corner at that moment, stopped so hard his shoe squeaked on the floor. “He gets appy slices?”

“O-kay.” You pulled the word out long and slow, conscious as they tracked you and the dish of apple cubes across the room to the kiddie pool. It had to be your imagination, but Romeo almost looked smug as he hurried over for the treat you set down.

Behind you, Raph made a noise of disgust deep in his throat, and you fought to keep the smile from your face as Mikey echoed the sentiment.

“I promise,” You rose and turned to face them, “I will bring the whole bag and make you guys as many appy slices as you want tonight.”

Raph took the few steps to the kitchen, grabbed the bag of apples, and crossed back over to the couch and window. His brow raised as though daring you to laugh as Mikey opened the glass and hopped out onto the fire escape.

You fought it successfully until Leo purposely bumped into you, a gentle reminder to get moving, and you followed Donnie out into the chilly air, careful as you pulled yourself over the edge of the window.

Donnie offered you a hand, grip cool and firm as he tugged you up the flight of stairs and passed you off to Raph, whose arms you curled into as he picked you up effortlessly.

“Where’s Fearless?” He asked, stepping up to glance back over the edge, and you gripped tighter as the buildings swelled down to meet the street.

Leo stuck his head out of your window as though summoned, taking a moment to close the latch before he scaled up to where the others were waiting. At Raph’s questioning look, he huffed, the lights catching briefly on his teeth.

“Just reminding Romeo down there that he’s only a house guest.”

You blinked, your face going loose with shock, “Leonardo, did you growl at that poor tortoise?”

The only answer you got was a smug smirk, and Mikey’s bright belt of laughter.

Much later, in the lair, you sat slumped in the middle of the couch, fingers sticky as you peeled yet another apple. You didn’t even bother to lean forward as you offered a slice over the edge. You weren’t sure how they knew it was there, the only light coming from the soft jewel tones of the older movie on the big screen, but the slice was always accepted, much larger fingers grazing your palm the only indication.

You smiled, and cut off another slice.

Much later, in the lair, you sat slumped in the middle of the couch, fingers sticky as you peeled yet another apple. You didn’t even bother to lean forward as you offered a slice over the edge. You weren’t sure how they knew it was there, the only light coming from the soft jewel tones of the older movie on the big screen, but the slice was always accepted, the much larger fingers grazing your palm the only indication.

You smiled, and cut off another slice.

one piece characters! suggestions were taken from here and twitter 🤠

Have you done a Brahms cat yet 😭 I’ve had random Brahms brain rot for a good while now 🧍‍♀️

I have now:

Where’d the mask come from? How’d he get it? Who makes a fragile mask for a frenetic feline? Brahms is the clingiest of clingy cats. He demands your attention and will go to great lengths to receive it. He’s the kind of cat to appear out of nowhere and suplex an unsuspecting victim for daring to steal his spotlight. He’s also a bit of a drama Queen. He behaves like a kitten in spite of being a pretty big cat.

Other than that, he’s relatively well behaved. He finds his way into all the nooks and crannies of the house and often appears in places where it’s unclear how he got there (similar to Michael Meowers).

All 4-1 May challenge! A tots-tally crazy night.

I saw opportunity for whacky comedy and memes, and I took it.

Summary: A Movie Night turns out in a babysitting challange for the reader. Can they survive 4 adorable turtles before their dad arrives?

Tags: @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @madammuffins @sharpwindow @dilucsflame33 @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @pheradream-15

You truly don't know what happened. Probably never will. Probably that's for the best.

One night you were at the lair with Leo, Mikey and Raph watching a movie. It was the latest Fast and Furious, so Raph had to drag anyone he could to watch it. Donnie was at the lab. Splinter... apparently was in Chinatown. Brothers had found little communities across New York that truly accepted them and Splinter had benefitted from it by finding friends to play mahjong with, and judging by some of the more hilarious stories you heard from the brothers, god knows what else. Maybe if he was there that night....

Anyway. You went to the bathroom for maybe 5-10 minutes and when you returned it truly was a pandemonium. The lair looked like a grenade went off. The brothers were missing and your stress shot through the roof as you immediately hid behind the wall looking for hidden enemies.

Then you heard a cry. A child's cry. When you left the room there were no children as far as you knew! Investigating, you slowly re-entered the main area and headed to where....

A small turtle child has been crying sitting in the ocean that was an enormous pair of trousers. Trousers you remembered used to belong to Leo. Now that you looked closer there was his mask. Holy shit. What did Donnie do this time?

The child looked up and sniffled.

"Daddy?"

"Do I lo-" You sputtered, then took a deep breath in. No time to freak out. "Heeey little buddy." You knelt down. "What's your name?"

"Leo"

Fuck. You looked around and noticed similar pairs of trousers and accessories usually worn by the other ninja turtles. Sans the turtles.

"Do you know where are your brothers?" You asked gently. Leo shook his head and stretched his arms out to you. Oh gosh. You picked him up and cuddled the tot. You had no idea how old he was supposed to be. He was small. Truly a shocking discovery considering how large they grew to be as adults. What was Splinter feeding them???

You sat the boy on the sofa and wrapped him in a blanket. You turned to TV and switched channels looking for something more child-appropriate. There was some re-run of a really old cartoon and it had turtle boy as a protagonist named Franklin.

"Here you go." You smiled. "Whatch this while I look for your brothers, ok?"

He nodded. What a good boy. Maybe the others won't be as difficult... Your hopes were crushed as soon as you heard a loud crush coming from the kitchen.

There you found another turtle tot, free of clothes, climbing the cabinets and making a mess while eating peanut butter straight out of the jar. It was everywhere.

"Mikey!!" You called out, running to him. There was no denying who that was.

Unfortunately, as you shouted, the boy lost his balance and it was inevitable he was going to fall! You swan dove for him. The hard shell hitting you over your chest knocking the air out of you.

The turtle tot giggled. His face was fully covered in beanutbutter. You sighed.

"You welcome."

After carrying and bundling up the orange menace with Leo on the sofa you went to look for the other two. You went to check their father's room but found nothing. The gym, the arcade, you were approaching the dojo, when something nyoomed between your legs. You spun around trying to see what it was and the chonkiness of this one gave you an idea. Did he have something in his hand?

"Raph! What do you have there!"

"A ThAI!!" The tot yelled back with a mad cackle, holding a said over his head like a prize.

"NO!" That thing was sharp!!! It shouldn't be but it was!

You sprinted after him but damn he was fast! How was he this fast on those short stubby legs!! You had to outsmart him! Taking a bit of a short cut over the water canal you intercepted the little runner.

"Gotcha!!" You tossed quickly the weapon away. Raph wildly wiggled and loudly protestd on being carried. You held him in front of yourself unsure whether he'd bite you or not. He got grumpy and sulky when you immobilized him with a blanket. Then you noticed your turtle count was back to two.

"Leo, where is Mikey, sweetie?"

Leo pointed to the right and you could see the peanutbutter footprints. He was going to the garage. Oh no. You ran.

"Mikey?" Nothing. "Oooh Miiikeeeeyyy~. Where are you?" Garage and lab were Donnie zones. Power tools, tools that were definitely some sort of sci-fi inventions, sharp objects... Your stomach sunk at what could happen to an energy volcano that was little Mikey tot.

Something fell over and you turned around. Ther- no, that wasn't Mikey.

"Donnie?" You looked at the tall turtle boy with crooked eyeglasses on his head. Then you noticed that in one hand he had a blowtorch and the other hand hiding behind his back.

Your mind went back to the Sai you werestled out of toddler!Raph's hand. What weapon of mass destruction could this child be weilding?!

"What's in your hand?" You asked carefully.

He looked on the floor, taking a step back, looking guilty as fuck. "nOtHiNg".

He threw the blowtorch to the side. The other hand was still behind his back.

"Donnie... Show me what you have."

He shook his head adamantly taking a step back. Oh, he better not be running!

"Come over here!" You lunged forward. Wrestling a child wasn't on your Bingo card tonight but here we are!! Thank God, he didn't have the strenght of his adult self, you'd never win that match! He was still a slippery little fella. It took a lot of determination to pin him down! Soon enough you had him, holding his shell to your chest one arm around him and hand held up.

"What's in your hand?" You demanded to know.

The anwer was so quiet you almost missed it "a booger…"

Oh noooo. You released him. "Oh, I'm so sorry..." You turned him around. He definitely looked like he was about to cry. "Oh, sweetieee." You fucked up. "Hey, how about, you go to the TV and I'll come back later with an ice cream? And uh... poptarts?"

He reluctantly nodded. "Okay, you're a good boy." You hugged him and released him. You had the orange menace to find. Truly, your respect for Splinter grew.

The next morning you woke up, crushed over the full sized adult turtles sleeping on top of you under the blanket/pillow fort you have build last night. Splinter was staring at your face.

"You don't want to know," you said.

"Then I shan't ask..." he replied, amused.

Can I request a yandere katakuri with prompts 🍳🥥

Over and over again

Contents: Yandere!Katakuri with prompts: 🍳🥥

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WARNINGS: ARRANGED MARRIAGE, SOFT YANDERE, BREEDING KINK, AFAB!READER.

It's overwhelming.

He's tall, and he's strong, and he's all over you.

Your wedding was a modest ceremony, against his mother's request because the Yonko always had a taste for the ostentatious. But Katakuri was shy, even if he tried to seem impassive. In the time you had to meet him, to get to know him you realized that. He was quiet, and he had a tender heart.

There was no explanation as to why he felt the way he felt for you, the promised bride he had only known for as little as a week. But he had this feeling, this aching in his heart for you. You, the small creature that looked up at him with tired and innocent eyes, with such kindness, without any prejudice. It's like heaven's chose you to be with him, despite being a monster, despite being revolting.

And he looked handsome in his wedding attire, military style gown for him, a simple white dress for you. Vows recited, rings exchanged, and a kiss to seal it all. You giggled when one of his sharp teeth punctured at your skin, and he felt himself melt at the sound. And now you were both inside his room, ready to share a bed for the first time. Sharing it, as in that instant.

His cock, as big as the rest of his body, nestled inside your gummy walls, fitting like pieces of a puzzle. The intrusion was painful, difficult due to the size difference, but in the end you managed. And he had you there, legs spread, folded like a pretzel and pounding inside you with slow, deliberate strokes, eliciting the lewdest moans as gasps from you.

"You're so perfect," He whispers, groaning as his hips continue to rock against yours, making you mewl when he repeatedly hit your cervix with ease. "And you're so beautiful, so small under me..." His lashes flutter, and his large hand comes to cup your face, engulfing it entirely with just his palm if he wanted to. "Please let me put a baby inside you." He begs, and you gasp.

"A baby? Isn't it- Too- Ah! Too soon?" You ask, your voice staccato as he continued to ravage you.

"Please, just one baby. One that looks like you," He begs again, voice cracking as your cunt tightens around his cock like a vice, gripping it deliciously, trying to milk him. "You're so pretty, you're everything I've ever wanted. Just give it to me, ___. I beg you. I'll be good to you, I'll be the best husband I can be. Just give me a baby that's as beautiful as you are."

You can't speak, only think about how good it feels to have his dick stretching your insides so perfectly. But you nod, and he smiles, mouth wide and toothy.

"I love you. I love you, ___. My wife, my wife," He grunts. "All mine, want you to always be mine. I want us to be together all the time. I wish I met you sooner so I could've done this earlier, make you all mine earlier." Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his large hands rubs sloppy circles over your neglected clit, making you cum in an instant. "How do you make me feel so much, I know you’re not feeling the same but you’re so sweet and perfect. One day, one day I'll make sure you love me back, and I'll make you mine over, and over again."

I just think he's a very sweet and caring lover oughhhh oughhhh get me pregnant giant mochi man

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what if

the mutant mayhem boys get dropped into the bayverse universe, where reader is and they have to stay with the reader for a little bit until they can figure out how to get home

well at some point the bayverse turtles end up meeting reader and ofc they don't really react bc these aren't the first mutant turtles they've seen

and the bayv turts are like "damn they they kinda" so they just keep 'accidentally' running into the reader in random situations and become and little obsessed infatuated

so at some point one or all of them follow reader home and they see the reader with a bunch of lil baby teetles and this sends like a little "protect" switch of in their head and then they go yandere

then basically reader is a little paranoid and start scavenging everything they can to send the guys home bc they aren't safe and they want to go home to their dad and stuff

anyways