¡¡¡cxxxxxx{}:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::> Hi👋i'm Silvia/lvl 20/ birthday 26 jan/ italian🇮🇹 /maybe I do 🔞 so not minor here/welcome to my new blog,TMNT Bayverse 🐢 I’m obsessed with Leo 💙💙CAWABUNGA!!!
I CANNOT stop looking at the one where he's blushing holy FUCK I ADORE IT SO BAD!!!
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I was rereading my fav fic (Contract in Wax by @thejudiciousneurotic ) and was kicking my feet n shit so I just had to doodle a few scenes. if you've read, guess the chapter LMAO
Leonardo from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows [Part 1 / Part 2]
The stunning, good looking leader in the blue (人´∀`). Alrighty, the next one I’m gonna make will be Raphael…
Leonardo from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows [Part 1 / Part 2]
Goodness, he has such beautiful eyes. And nice deep voice. Basically, he is one gorgeous looking turtle ♥
I censored again because of Tumblr. If i post it without the censored Tumblr will flag on it,so I don't wanna risk it.
WARNING!WARNIN!
Mikey is ready for do a shower.
Uuhg* I miss draw tmnt so bad. I was busy for the school and get tired everytime than even in this three days I was doing the state exams but yesterday I finally done it the state exam, but I forgot there’s some more I guess. Well at least I finished the drawing
Mah!! Damn!!!! i already open tumblr and i read this?!😳😳😳😳🫣🫣🫣🫣
do you ever think about how strong Leo's hands are? how nimble? how thick? given their size and shape; the bone structure under those finer muscles. those fingers of his would be calloused at the base of each digit, inside the creases that cut across his palms, all from wielding those swords of his.
do you ever think about what it would be like coming home from a long workday and seeing your boyfriend, leonardo, greet you with a warm smile, an even warmer embrace, making sweet lines over your back with those firm hands of his as you melt into his plastron. the way he would press firm lines over the aching muscles down the backs of your ribs as he holds you.
he guides you by the hand towards the couch, prompting you to lie face down on your belly so as to grant himself easy access to work over the shape of your body with his hands. lithe fingers grace across the back of your t-shirt, pressing lines along your nervous system like he's mapping out each and every stem. drawing firm circles, he kneads through the tension gathered around each tightly wound muscle.
you relax. going pliant under his touch.
slowly, he encourages you to move as he strip's you of your clothes. displacing garment after garment, he undresses you as if you were a carefully wrapped present, until all that's left between his hands and your body is the heat radiating off your skin and the unspoken promise left by the weight of his hands; the grooves of his scales. you shudder at the touch of them now as they find naked skin, only relaxing once more— moments later—when you feel them making those same shapes up and down your back.
you almost drift into a sleep from how good his hands feel, and that's when he finally finally ends this little charade.
moving to his knees, he kneals on the floor beside the couch, leaning down to press a chaste kiss against the soft curve of your cheek, whispering words of adoration, "mi hermosa... mi preciosa..." then, in the same gesture, you feel those lithe and tactile fingers of his, dip down under the waistband of your panties, running along the curve of your ass, and pushing between your slickening folds. probing in and out, in and out, slow as he coils into the wetness. it's frustrating; how he can't attend to your clit from this angle, but insists on moving his finger in and out, in and out. the dissatisfaction pulls you back from sleep just as quickly as those firm hands of his had pushed you into it.
eyeing him, and just a little pouty from it, you roll to your back, granting him access to dip his hands into the fabric from the front.
"that's my good girl," he churrs, "so honest. so needy." his fingers work you over so much better from this position, dragging wet circles over your clit with the slick taken from you soaking cunt. his mouth finds yours in a heated kiss, and like an obedient little thing, the sounds from your lips spill, honest and needy, ringing true to the way he'd pronounced.
"that's it," he pants into your mouth, "let it out. let me know how good it feels. how much you want it." his fingers dip down to press into your aching cunt, pushing, curling, fucking; his fingers pumping into you, nice and firm, as his thumb draws circles against your clit, and the words of praise fall from his mouth like sunlight through a canopy, easing away the negativity thoughts that had began to cloud your every though. "fuck, you sound so good. smell amazing. my pretty girl. can't get enough of my fingers..."
his name is a shameless cry on your lips, and it isn't long before you're coming from his hand, clenching around his thick and calloused fingers as his palm presses firm against the nerves in your clit. with heavy breaths, you watch when he eventually goes to remove his hand, and see his tongue come out, hungry and red to lick the slick juices from his fingers one by one, before he smiles and tells you he wants to taste more.
Who's the nicest/sweetest person you know on there? (I need friends/someone who's really nice🥲) if it speaks italy is much better for me (sorry for this question😢)
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♡ @luna-tmnt ♡
She's really nice (we know each others for 3 years) and I enjoy to spend some time with her, but I hate when she ignore me for all the day with her work or intership idk what it is but I make me feel depressed.🥲😤
2.
Well im here if you wanna talk to me in privacy.
3.
Why? Are you italian like me to speek italy?
4.
You don't need to apology,actually my apology for not answering early ,I was busy by the school hehe😅