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girl help I'm having fic ideas incompatible with the amount of free time I currently have

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rb and tell me what’s your most re watched movie.. and be honest

#easy: Shape of Water Hellboy (all versions but 04’ most) The Dark Knight/The Batman V for Vendetta is for sure up there Bayverse Turts too #Intervirw with a vampire and Halloween are up there too #The Breakfast and Ferris Buellers Day Off as well like A LOT

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im truly going to do it this time

#THE WAY IM READY #tmnt the last ronin

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Just dropping by with the life update.

Ya boy is engaged. 🥹

#issa me

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bay!mikey x afab!reader

tags: bayverse mikey x reader, AFAB!reader, masturbating, dubcon(?) since it seems reader is unaware, squint and you'll see it isn't dubcon, buttdialing (...or is it), pining, explicit-ish, fantasising over a friend

words: 1272??? But then I edited so idk

summary: in hindsight, mikey really should've just hung up the phone.

Forcefully inspired by some discord chat about mikey and you playing games. so I guess this is a prologue to something like that.

"You want me to show you how to play Terraria?" you ask, voice carrying through the tiny speaker in his phone.

"Um... yes?" Mikey says, now feeling a little unsure.

There's a pause on the line where he expects your answer, so he taps his finger restlessly at the edge of his pants as he waits.

"... Okay!" you finally say. The word is a sweet release that unravels the knot he'd been so anxiously spinning in his gut.

Oh, thank god, he thinks, letting his shoulders slump. He really shouldn't feel so nervous asking you for something so simple like this. You're his friend, after all. His best friend. It's not like you haven't played video games with him before.

Except... it isn't the same as before, he thinks.

Before, he could effortlessly ask you to hang out with him at any given time, and more often than not, you would eagerly accept the invitation and join him for whatever game or activity he had lined up for the two of you to enjoy. Likewise, before, Mikey was always so willing and open to participating in any given activity that you wanted to do; gaming, yoga, cooking. If it meant spending time with you, Mikey was down, always.

And before...

...Before, Mikey could fantasise about getting his hands on you in secret. Almost like a treat for maintaining his good behaviour around you.

It isn't bad, right? he wonders. That he grants himself this small little piece of indulgence? After all, it's not that often he does it, since he still feels a bit guilty for it. But, admittedly, it is often enough to satisfy the growing urge he feels gnawing away at his insides.

Too many times now he's fantasised about holding you in ways that 'just' friends really shouldn't hold each other. Too many times, he's fantasised about kissing you in places other than your forehead and cheek; wondered how your tongue might taste against his...

Too many times...

He's dreamt about getting his hand in your panties. To feel the heat of your sex, wet and hot against his fingers as he fucks them into you and savours the sweet cries you let out before he fucks you slow and good with his cock.

What might that be like, he wonders, playing into the fantasy with each stroke of his cock. What might you feel like wrapped around him as he fucks up into you from below? As he uses you like the cute little cocksleeve that he knows you can be. God, how he'd love to see your tits bounce as you sit on his lap and let him put these strong thighs of his to good use; to fuck up into you before maybe even bending you over the couch and holding you close as he fucks you from behind.

Too many times... he's had this dirty little secret. The evidence of how he likes you a lot more than 'just a friend'.

This dirty little secret he's kept solely to himself. The one he's used for special occasions, like when the sight of your shirt rolling up over your belly was just a bit too much for his wanting eyes. Or when the smell of you lingered in his head for just a bit too long after you left him to his own company.

This is what brings him comfort as he lies awake at night, wondering, hoping, praying, that maybe someday you might reciprocate these intense desires he has for you.

That was until somehow, in some miracle of a way, you acted carelessly; you gave him more hope.

It was a phone call. Most definitely accidental, given what he'd heard on the line, but nonetheless, it was the catalyst that managed to break down the lock he had kept on all of these filthy desires of his; locked up and safe from the eyes of reality. Safe from you.

His initial reaction was to give a casual Hey, Starburst, what's up? Except, the second he hit the answer button to silence that sweet ringtone he has just for your number, his words falter in light of your own.

Well... in light of your sounds, that is.

At first, he thinks maybe you’re in trouble. Panic shoots through his whole body at the thought. But as he listens, he thinks maybe you’re just breathless. Out on a run maybe, or doing a really hard yoga move. But then... oh... then, he realises.

The way you call out his name, like you're holding yourself on the edge between this world and the next, letting jagged breaths fall from your mouth like sharp cuts of air, desperate at first, before letting them morph into breathy little sighs of pleasure. Each sound is like a plea for something more, something to satisfy whatever it is you need. And consequently, each one is like a sobering hit to the face that has Mikey seeing through an unfocused lens.

"Mikey... please—" you gasp into the privacy of your room.

Almost immediately, Mikey absconds from the arcade where he had been messing around with Raph, saying he has something urgent to take care of as he goes to lock himself in his room.

Stumbling towards the bed and trying to keep silent as he holds the phone to his ear, Mikey frantically removes pieces of clothing from his body. Being careful so as to not make a sound, he listened intently to the soft noises you'd made on the other end of the line as he fingered himself to drop.

It didn't take much to come, especially since he was now actually hearing you make those sexy sounds he liked to imagine, with his name in the mix no less.

Coming hard to the sound of your orgasm, Mikey had been careful so as to stunt his own voice, needing to bite down on his arm when he wanted to say your name and confess to you just how much he liked you. It took every ounce of his willpower to stay quiet. To not startle you with this reveal, especially since you'd be relishing in the bliss of your own high too.

…He hung up the phone quickly after, hoping that you wouldn't notice the fact that you'd been on a call with him all that time.

Except, of course, he hadn't accounted for the call to be logged.

Surely, at some point, you would eventually see that you'd been on the phone with Mikey during a very private moment that he's most certain he wasn't supposed to hear. Surely you'll see the call time, the time stamp, and wonder whether he heard you masturbating as you called out his name and begged for him to fuck you. Surely… you'll think badly of him for not having said something, or hung up the phone the second he realised what was happening…

So naturally, Mikey did the only thing he could reason to do. He gave you space. Waited it out for you to make the first move, being too scared to act first on his own.

And now, finally, you've called him, breaking the cold silence between you both with a warm voice as if nothing at all has happened.

You don’t know, he thinks. You don't know that he was listening intently to the sound of you getting off, and consequently jerking himself off to it too.

"So... tonight? In the lair?" he asks, following the request for you to teach him how to play a game that you're so much better at than he is.

"Yeah! I'll see you then," you say, sounding so casual, so like yourself. It plants an idea.

He wonders, just a little, if maybe you really don't know what it is you did—what it is he heard. And he wonders, if maybe— just maybe—he can get you to make those sounds again with his hands.

#I’m hysterical #Christ is real and he’s given me a crumb of good #Mikey

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The 3 important B’s

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Donatello (NSFW Alphabet)

Bayverse Donatello x F!Reader

Donatello is a giving, fast-paced, enthusiastic character that has tendencies to people-please; with a deep seated desire to belong. I see him being a submissive lover most of the time; needing the freedom from his busy brain and busy life. Donnie would give in to anything his lover would need from him. But you would also notice he struggles to indulge in taking what he wants, in fear of inconveniencing, pressuring, or disgusting you. Which makes those occasional moments when he takes over and give in to his dominant urges all the more delicious. 

Brief mentions of masochism, somnophilia, bondage, pegging and exhibitionalism. Word count: 2200. 

Enjoy!

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) - After sex Donnie is a dumbass. Doesn’t matter what kind of sex. He’s fucked out and a bit of a goofball, so you will get cuddles and jokes and he will make you laugh. But until you ask, he’s not thinking about the mess at all. Or about water. Or food. Or anything really. It’s when you actually ask, “Babe, I can’t move, will you please grab-” He will first be horrified, then he will SCRAMBLE out of bed. He’ll wack his head against a light or something or trip over his underwear flat on his face- he’s so fucking cute. 

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) - If you compliment anything about his physical appearance or physic, he says stuff like “Naww.” “Staap.” “No you don’t.” But he loves the size difference. He loves how small you look against him and in his bed. Sometimes he stares at how big his hands and fingers are while fingering your little pussy and he goes brain dead. 

C- Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) - Donnie whimpers, shakes, and moves a lot during orgasm. He can’t help it. It’s one of those moments he is 100000% completely, utterly checked out. It’s so fucking hot. He also needs to be holding something. Always. He prefers to grab you into a tight, shakey hug. But if he can’t do that, he also grabs his own head and face. Donnie has also bent metal before, broken handcuffs and torn rope. He’s replaced your headboard twice now. Bit of a head pusher, so unless you are into that, tie him up or tell him to hang on to something.

D - Dirty Secret - He would love to be pegged. Already loves it when you finger and eat out his cloaca, so having you in control of his pleasure and body? It drives him insane. 

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) - Donnie’s nature is to research and to meet head-on. Between all the long term-relationship, healthy sex-life, deep-dive research (and his porn consumption); he is actually pretty prepared to have good sex. But what makes sex and his first-time terrifying is the turtle thing, his fear of you thinking he’s ugly and disgusting, and not being good for you.. His trauma and sensitive nature is completely exposed those first few times. So you taking the lead and being in charge was his saving grace. 

F - Favorite Position - Donnie does not have a favorite. He loves to change things up. But he does have a tendency to fall into a routine, and succums pleasure and intimacy. He’s not stopping a fuck to change up the position unless you tell him to do so. 

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous) - Depends on how much stress he is under and how much sleep he has had. If he is well rested and life is being a little more on the good side, he is incredibly playful and cute. But if he hasn’t slept in two days, sex is overwhelming and intense and he needs that burst of good chemicals. If he is being cute and dorky while life is falling apart, its always before you start getting in his pants and directly after you’ve both finished. 

H - Hair - He doesn’t care

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect) - Sex is one of the few ways you can easily pull him out of his head, so it does get intense for him. Donnie’s brain checks out once shit gets rolling, and he stays checked out when you take the lead; which is something he desperately needs. But those moments when he needs to take for once instead of give, you gotta be prepared for the most intense fucking of your life. 

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) - Donnie is the one who is a little more sloppy and risky when it comes to jerking off. Because when he needs it, he needs it, okay? He loses brain cells when he’s horney, so jerking off in his lab when one of his brothers is still awake in the kitchen over there starts feeling like a good idea. Post-nut clarity hits Donnie so hard when he’s by himself. It’s hilarious. 

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks) - Donnie is a kinky mother fucker, okay, and he is so shy about it. He will not put in requests. You will have to get it out of him, because he feels a bit of shame in that he wants to be on the receiving end of things, usually. He’s into sensory deprivation, bondage, exhibitionalism, toys, somnophilia, masochism, breeding, free-use, phone sex, all of it. 

L - Location (Favorite places to do the do) - Okay, so you gotta be careful because if you get Donnie horny enough, anywhere starts looking like ‘this will do’. It can get him in trouble, and you’re gonna have to call the shots on that one. But he does get pretty paranoid in the lair and lack of privacy, so a bedroom will be best for a while. Let him get more confident in his body and his relationship with you before y’all start getting crazy.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) - In a scenario in which he is glued to the screens and you need lovin’s; praise. Pet names. Tracing his neck or arms. It will get his attention super fast. Everytime. He is also always horny waking up, but he is not a morning person, so you will have to do most of the work. But his noises and desperation are always worth it. 

N - NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs) - He doesn't like being hit, or in pain; and actually being restrained is horrifying to him. If he can’t actually snap the handcuffs or rope, and he’s being held down- things go from sexy to he doesn't want to be touched for three days. It’s a fine line, one that he didn’t know existed until it happened. Unaddressed trauma, you know?

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) - Donnie fucking loves head, okay? One of his longest fantasies was having a partner suck him off while he games. It’s a classic. And he loves giving you head, and takes massive pride in being the best there possibly is at giving it to him. 

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual) - All of it. All of it. There are moments when he needs to take over, and he does get intense. But even in his most needy moments- it still doesn’t mean he’s rough. He definitely can be- but it all depends on the mood and the scenario and what you need. He’s all over. 

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often.) - He has some trouble initiating. The fear of inconveniencing you or being overly needy is prevalent in his heart. Especially at the beginning. So even if he is insanely, deliriously horny for you, he’s gonna struggle asking for relief. However, if you initiate- he’s all in. He will do whatever, whenever, however. Just keep touching him. Tell him what you need, what he should do. He will be there, please, baby. 

R - Risk (Are they game to experience, do they take risks.) - If you need him and your in charge, he gets a little pussy drunk. He will want to do whatever you want, whenever you want. He does have some fantasies of having you in semi-public areas (like his truck on a road trip). But not only does he secretly want to try everything in the book, but he is here to please you. He wants you and he wants to be yours. Ask him and he will be of service. 

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last) - Donnie possesses athleticism on a level that is otherworldly. You are dating a superhero. So his stamina shows it. He can have sex all day, and be running around saving the world after. The question is, when does he find time to sleep. So sometimes, fucking him should be a seque to getting him to passing out, at last.  

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves) - Donnie loves toys. Loves using them on you, loves it when you use them on him. He kinda likes the thought of building sophisticated ones for you to enjoy. He likes to watch you use toys on yourself, he likes you watching him use them- he adores it all. The introduction of toys in the bedroom was very quick, and he’d have a collection somewhere very, super hidden. 

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease) - He doesn’t like to tease you at all. He’s not the type. What you ask of him is exactly what he will give, so he struggles to deny you pleasure. However, he kinda loves when you tease him. Flirting with him, denying him, teasing him, edging him all get him feeling super hot. You become his whole world when you do, and that’s exactly how he likes it. 

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) - Donnie whimpers. He is the most gorgeous whimperer in the entire planet. He shakes and whines and moans, and he begs. His voice can get super low and then can get high and whispery- you have told him several times he could make audio porn and he doesn’t believe you. He gets a little insecure about it, because most of the time he doesn’t have a whole lot of brain power to control that. 

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) - He was fucking you hard in the back of the lab. On the old cot he kept there for emergency uses. He was getting so riled up that his brothers, just outside, were in danger of overhearing his whispers and whines. Your solution? You grabbed his face hard, yanking him close with your palm cupped over his mouth with your other hand cupping the nape of his neck. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, falling further into your shoulder and bracing under the new wave of arousal while his thrusts quickened with desperation. “That’s it, baby.” You whispered, struggling to keep quiet yourself. “That’s it, good boy, sweetheart…fuck-”

X -X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) - Team cloaca. He has a cloaca just under the plates of his plastron. His dick is HUGE, and gorgeously dark purple, and there is a reason it needs to be packed away. It takes a lot of time and a lot of patience, even with the assist of his and your natural lubrication, it takes a while to get his huge size inside of you. 

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive) - In the beginning, you are all Donnie could think about. He wanted you so badly, and he wanted you to want him. He had trouble focusing on tasks he had never had a problem focusing on before. He wasn’t getting things done, he was messing up more during training, and he had troubles not talking about you to others. But after things have been official for a while, that fades to a much more healthy amount. But he does have an issue getting lost in his interests, projects and duties. His sex drive is high, but he has attention issues lol. 

Z - ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards) - Donnie is a sleep deprived monster. While he can continue on after sex as if nothing happened (he does that a lot), sex is one of the only things that will actually put him to sleep quickly. So if that is your objective, after he orgasms…when he’s still shaky and out of breath- all you gotta do is rub his shoulders, kiss his face and pull him into a tight hug, prevent him from getting too goofy, and it’s over. If you are under him, he can fall asleep on top of you. If you two are curled up in the lab chair, he will pass out with his head on your shoulder. If you guys are on the couch, he will drop out, his mouth open and glasses skewed with you on his chest. He is always a hard sleeper, so getting him to wake up especially after a good fuck- is damn near impossible. But it’s also something that honestly, while you stare down at his cute face snoozing away, waking him up is the last thing that you want to do. 

#it’s like you crawled into my brain holy shit #YES YES YES TO ALL OF THESE #donatello #Donnie

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Headcanon Prompts

Ok so since I have no ideas for headcanons at the moment, I wanna ask you guys to send in some requests. Just send in a number and a character’s name and I’ll do your request as soon as I can! Or if you wanna use these questions for your own blog go ahead!

How do they feel about people shorter/taller than them?

What are they like on social media? (What’s their username, profile pic, etc.)

Their sexuality?

Preferred weather?

What’s their sleeping schedule?

Favorite music?

How’s their cooking?

It’s movie night, what movie do they pick?

How would they hold up in a pillow war?

What’s their sleeping position?

Who do they go to for comfort?

Something small that they enjoy?

How do they feel about physical contact by others?

What is enough to bring them to tears?

Biggest pet peeve?

How well do they take care of themselves?

What’s something they like that may be surprising to others?

Do they consider others family?

Any bad habits that they have?

What’s their idea of a perfect vacation?

Do they get lost easily? Will they ask for directions if they are?

The strangest thing they have ever seen?

How well do they accept advice?

How much do they swear?

How do they take advice given to them?

Do they like being in pictures?

Is there anything they’re bad at?

What’s their morning schedule?

Any past injuries?

Something that disgusts them?

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Forgot I had some bayverse turtlzzzz in my sleeve

I wuv them

#SO CUTE #tmnt bayverse

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LEO IN TMNT (2007) requested by anonymous

#your honor he can gaslight me it’s fine #tmnt 2007 #Leo

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your honor, my client pleads “whoopsie daisy”

#lmao #Donnie

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TMNT GIF / Pic Ask Game!

Send asks, and the receiver must reply with a GIF or picture of the answer! Please reblog to spread the love around!

What is your all-time favorite TMNT version (screen or print)?

What version do you feel needs more attention (screen or print)?

Which is your favorite turtle from any version?

What version of Leonardo is your favorite?

What version of Raphael is your favorite?

What version of Donatello is your favorite?

What version of Michelangelo is your favorite?

What version of Splinter is your favorite?

What version of April is your favorite?

What version of Casey is your favorite?

What version of Shredder is your favorite?

Who is your favorite minor or recurring character?

Who, besides Shredder, is your favorite bad guy?

Who are your favorite duo (non-shipping)?

Show us a piece of TMNT-related merchandise that you own

What was the first TMNT show/movie you ever watched?

What was the most recent TMNT show/movie you watched?

What TMNT show/movie would you like to watch right now?

Show us your most recently saved TMNT pic or GIF

What show/movie would you like the TMNT to crossover with?

What outside character would you like to see meet the TMNT?

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#this 🤌 #Donnie

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"Alright, now buck your hips up to throw me off."

#👀👀👀👀👀👀 #Mikey

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You haven't written anything NSFW for TMNT so its okay if its not something you're comfortable writing but do you think you could write something for Bay Donnie? I don't really have any preferences of requests other than squirting

Soaked | Donatello

okay, fair warning, i haven't written anything explicitly nsfw for like two years so be nice; i was hesitant in posting this because i have no faith in my writing, especially nsfw, but i hope you like it! bayverse!!

warnings: NSFW, squirting? swearing, mentions of cunt etc., not much else i don't think. everyone is 18+!! awful titles, never proofread

summary: donatello likes it when you soak his sheets

word count: 1691

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The world is bathed in darkness when you finally manage to open your eyes. The lair is quiet, and your head feels heavy as you squint. A hand is trailing your torso softly despite innumerable callouses, fingers sweeping delicately along the length of your spine in some silent rhythm. Your skin is warm, the cool touch of his palms soothing the heated flesh, and you giggle quietly as you imagine puffs of mist rising from where your bodies and their contrasting temperatures meet.

“You awake?”

With a humming reply and languid grace, you raise your head and try to make out his face in the dim light. You can’t see much, just a pair of soft eyes that make you feel more embraced than the blankets piled on top of you, as his other hand cups your cheek and you melt into him. He makes you feel like that a lot; like molten gold, pliant under his assured touches, burning and boneless and so, so precious.

“You fell asleep in the middle of movie night,” he says softly, lips brushing against your forehead in a gesture so tender it makes your heart clench. He traces his mouth down the swell of your cheek, caressing the lines of your face until he reaches your jaw. His kisses are indulgent and full, and you feel gluttonous as your hands seek his plastron eagerly. Even half-asleep, you want him wholly and desperately and you feel him huff a fond laugh, smiling knowingly against your throat.

“So needy,” he teases affectionately, the hand that had been mapping your back now beginning to move further downwards until the flesh of your thigh is in his grip. He squeezes it once, twice, and parts your legs. His beak presses harder into the delicate skin of your neck, and he inhales deeply before biting sharply. The contrast of his gentle hands and the sudden sting of his teeth causes your hips to stutter, and you can’t hold back a whine.

“I can smell you.” His voice is low and you shudder at the rasp in his tone. He pulls back to look into your eyes, and you swallow thickly; his irises have disappeared into blackness, as if they’re drowning in ink with pupils blown wide, and you feel yourself grow wetter at the wild look. You still can’t make out his face, but you know he looks wrecked, and a smug satisfaction settles deep within you.

The thought that your scent alone can ruin him, make primal need overwhelm him, make him look wanton, causes your toes to curl. His large hand, so huge on your body, grasps your thigh tightly again and you gasp as he squeezes hard enough to bruise this time. “You’re soaking already,” he groans, and you buck your hips, silently begging him to pull your sleep shorts down and feel it for himself.

Despite his teasing, he must feel as desperate as you because he’s quick to do exactly that and rub his finger against your folds. He curses loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet, and you spread your legs wider. “So fucking wet,” he chokes out, rubbing your swollen clit as he pushes his first finger inside of you. You’re so warm and tight and you feel yourself flutter around him.

“Donnie,” you gasp as he curls his finger just right. It’s the first word you’ve uttered, and he groans darkly at the desperation that coats the sound. He fucks you faster, his finger stretching you, drawing the most obscene sounds, wet slaps reverberating so loudly you’re sure everyone can hear them. You’re panting and flushed, hips grinding as he pumps in and out, and you moan loudly as he slips another digit inside.

He’s back to pressing open-mouthed kisses against your throat, lapping up the sweat that trickles down. “That’s it,” he murmurs reverently, sucking purple marks into your sensitive flesh and scissoring his fingers faster and harder, forceful pumps bordering on brutal. Your name is a growl on his tongue as he hits that perfect spot over and over, and you can’t stop yourself from mewling as he presses harshly against your sensitive nub, pleasure and pain blending in a way that makes you dizzy.

His pace is unrelenting and unforgiving, and you can feel the thrumming of your pulse, a delirious concoction of sensual agony shooting through your veins as you babble senselessly. “Donnie, please, please—”

He fixes his teeth over an especially delicate part of your throat and bites so hard you see stars, chest heaving and unable catch your breath as your walls clamp around his fingers. There’s going to be an outrageous mark, dark violet bruises and blatant indents of teeth in a place you have no hope of covering up, and the thought only makes you cry louder.

You think you might pass out for a minute or two as Donnie continues to finger-fuck you through your orgasm. You’re shaking and sensitive and sore, but he doesn’t let up even as you shiver and whine. “You can take it,” he tells you simply, and you nod quickly because you can, you’ll take whatever he gives you.

It doesn’t take long for you to reach the edge again, little gasps and whimpers slipping through your lips with every pump. He’s toying with you, a teasing grin pressed against the column of your throat that turns into a low laugh as you curse him for slowing whenever your thighs begin to tremble. Just as you think he’s about to slow again, he pinches your clit harshly and you can’t stop the wail that wrenches itself from your burning lungs.

His fingers fuck you through this orgasm too, spreading your legs wider as they spasm and weakly attempt to shut without his permission. Only when you fall still does he pull out, and you whimper more at the aching emptiness. He makes sure you’re watching as he brings his fingers to his mouth and tastes them; his tongue is playful, thick and flicking, and you feel the muscles of your stomach contract.

“Tease,” you croak, and his eyes somehow darken even further at just how wrecked you sound, your voice rasping and slurred.

“You’re right,” he agrees, brushing your folds again, digits stroking your puffy slit. You gasp as he pushes two fingers back in, squirming at the satisfying and sensitive discomfort shooting along your spine. “You’ve been so good.” He’s making those perfect curling motions inside of you and your back arches, tears gathering on your lashes as that agonising pleasure sparks, lighting up your blood and forcing your eyes to roll back.

“Donnie—”

There’s a pressure building, somehow more intense than before, and your thighs quiver as his fingers continue to fuck you without faltering, even as your legs threaten to snap closed at the unbearable sensitivity when he finds your clit once more.

You’re not sure if the sounds coming out of your mouth are words and you’re pretty sure you’re drooling, tongue lolling, but whatever noises escape your parted lips have Donnie pressing that spot inside you harder and harder, churring darkly. It's a sound that clatters through you as he returns his teeth to your throat like they belong there, like your neck is meant to be a canvas for his marks. “You can do it,” he groans. "You’re always so good for me.”

His fingers curl even more, and you choke on a moan as you realise what he’s asking for, what he’s building towards with every pump. Your own hand desperately grasps his forearm, not sure if you’re begging him to stop or urging him to keep going as you pant and whine, body writhing as he tears a sob from you that rattles your bones. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” He’s tense, the muscles of his arm flexed and hard under your touch, and you can feel his sweat on your damp skin as he presses impossibly closer, almost lovingly nuzzling your neck now even as his fingers fuck you stupid.

You feel like you’re about to explode, the pressure agonising and tipping over into pain, blood boiling under your skin, and you can do nothing but cry wildly, screaming loud enough for everyone to hear, when you feel that tension inside you shatter like glass.

Donnie holds you as you convulse, shudders racking every inch of you, soft praises rushing from his lips as he presses gentle kisses along your jaw. He groans feeling your wetness gushing against him, soaking his plastron and his bedding, knowing your scent will cling to him and his bed for hours even after he showers and changes his sheets.

It's his favourite part, he thinks privately. It soothes something primal and animal within him, something he didn't even recognise until he had you writhing and coming undone under him for the first time. Making you lose control, satisfying you so good you can't help but squirt… He swallows the thought and scissors his fingers in you, watching the way you whimper with your eyes closed as he glides in and out of your pretty cunt with ease, your body always so responsive for him no matter what state you're in.

You’re certain you passed out this time, and when you come-to, Donnie still has his fingers inside of you, still pressing those feather-light kisses to your skin. You feel heavy and weightless all at once, eyelids fluttering, unsure whether to whine in relief or displeasure when his fingers retreat slowly and he brings them to his mouth again.

It takes you another minute to realise just how wet you are, your thighs glistening even in the low light, and the bed beneath you is completely drenched. You can’t muster any shame, only satisfaction coiling deep in your gut when you see just how soaked Donnie is too.

“Next time,” he breathes, voice guttural and promising, still sucking his fingers clean, “I want you on my face so I can drink every drop.”

You clench your thighs together, sore and aching and still so needy, and lick your lips. “That can be arranged.”

#when I tell you that I fell to my knees #Donnie