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So... Usually I don't post fanart in this account but I've been so busy with life and this tumblr is dead for so long I decided to give it a shot.
This is Miwa (Karai) for an AU I've been role playing for a while now! I really love the combination of all my favorite details of her incarnations (2012's hair-style, name and makeup and 2003's status as Shredder's prodigy and over-all aesthetic) with the new added head-cannons of being half-Korean, half-Japanese.
I'm obsessed with this character so if you feel like it you should definitely ask about all my new HC for Karai LOL
I'm super proud of this redesign so I hope you like as well c:
I'm really sorry I've been so inactivate lately, thank you so much for everyone who asked about me recently!
Guess I'm rewatching movies I used to watch then.....
I remember watching tmnt 2014 and it looked so cool, I used watched the original movies from 1991 and even the series from 2012, but I still loved how different they looked in Bayverse.
Hello! I hope I'm doing this right - if not lemme know!! qvq Could I request 3, 44 and 49 fluff? With Donnie and a shy, trans (f to m) reader? The prompts I selected would be what the reader is saying to Don because they're thankful for him always having been there when at their worst? (The readers transition) a confession, really. (Like, the reader is rambling and ends up confessing on accident?) Thanks if you accept!! ♡
I am sorry did you just said nervous rambling that goes on a tangent and becames a clueless love declaration? This combo is so close to my heart that it feels like I am the one that requested it LOL Thank you and I truly hope you like it! ♡
Close to you
Donatello (TMNT) vs reader
"... so as you reach the event horizon, you are moving at such high speeds due to the strong gravitational force from the black hole, that time will slow down." Donnie said enthusiastically while unscrewing the last piece of your CPU. He turned his head to look at you: "... I'm sorry, am I boring you? Sometimes I do get a little carried away."
You smiled honestly as you watched him disassemble the machinery. At that moment it didn't even felt like you were crying just a couple minutes ago when you called him, desperate for an honest moment of true kindness that only he would provide. Now here you were, comfortably tucked under a pillow-blanked, watching Donnie work and wondering for the hundredth time if he could tell how much you cared for him.
"Not at all!" You answered "You know I love your TED Talks"
He looked at you trying to repress a smile, not knowing if your mockery was light hearted or if he should get the cue that he was being unpleasant. It was always like that when you were around... your company was everything he could ever ask for and the main reason for his sleepless nights. All he wanted was to impress you, to deserve your affection and your attention but his insecurity stopped him to make a first move... So he did everything to make your life easier. He fixed every single electrical appliance in your house, even the ones that still worked - he installed new security systems and gave you direct access to him (just in case), now, he was changing some pieces of your computer, so it could have a greater performance.
He stared at you for a bit longer this time, trying to unsolve the mystery he couldn't crack, you felt your cheeks burn once you met his gaze and once again your heart skip a beat while you tried to avoid the butterflies in your stomach.
"Y/N..." Said Donnie, looking away from your eyes, staring at the screwdriver in his hands "I am sorry I am not always the best company. I wished I could help you with other things besides you know... Technology."
You felt your throat tightening as he confessed his feelings. How could you even begin to explain the proportion of his misunderstandings?
"You know sometimes you call me with real life problems, situations I couldn't even imagine what it feels to go through and all I can do is show up and give you a new microwave." He continued "I just wished you knew... That I do really care I just... I don't know how to be a better... friend."
The next words that came out of your mouth where so uncontrollable and unreal yourself couldn't even believe it:
"Donnie, are you out of your mind!? What do you mean you are not a good company? You are the first person I call every time I need someone! You've been with me through one of the worst phases I've lived! You had seen me at the bottom of the well and yet there wasn't even a single moment you weren't by my side!" Words came out of your mind like a waterfall of repressed feelings "Do you think I keep calling you so you can fix my fridge?? I mean not that I don't like that you fixed my stuff I really do, like honestly you're the kind of person I would brag about dating to my friends! Uh, not that I would like to date you well I do wish we could be more than friends but I know you probably aren't even interested and that's alright by the way! I don't mean to make everything awkward uh - I... I don't you want to think that I like when you come around because I like the things you do for me, I like it when you come around because recently it feels like everything good in my life leads back to you!"
You finished your monologue not quite sure if you had really said all you thought you did but Donatello was looking at you like someone who just seen a hurricane parade across the room. His eyes were wide open and he held the screwdriver in a awkward position as if someone froze time as he moved. You couldn't feel your body and it felt like you were listening underwater: how long had it been since you felt this nervous?
"I am sorry I am... I am just rambling! Really I don't want things to be awkward between us! I just-"
"I wish we could be more than friends too." He suddenly said, no hesitation in his voice and as your eyes met you felt the world around disappear and Donatello's arms revolve you in a embrace that felt like home. Now this close, you knew as long as you got him next to you there was no part of life you couldn't get through.
Raphael is still learning to cope with his new life. On the rainy evening after Michelangelo's first national interview, the big and solitary turtle brother decides to go on a walk and while he tries to adapt to a world he never wanted to be a part of, he meets a human woman that changes his path.
This is an AU that diverges from cannon after the events of Out of the shadows. Instead of choosing to keep living hidden in the sewers, the family of mutants accepts chief Vincent's suggestion of trying to live a normal life among humans. This is a compilation of events that unfold after the fact, tales about the turtles and the humans that cross their paths.
This series may contain mature themes (Trigger Warnings will be included before every chapter), if you’re a minor please don’t interact.
TW: None
You can also read it in AO3
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It took Raphael two years to finally decide to walk on a sidewalk alone. It was the first time he was alone in... Well, Michelangelo called it “upstairs”, Leonardo called it “the real world” and Donatello just called the streets of New York by their common name. Raph didn’t called it anything since names carry meaning and that world and its residents were a mystery to him. When he had to describe the world above him, he called it “outside”.
He was 19 when he was outvoted and then convinced of accepting the idea of coming out into the world. Now a grown 21 years old man-turtle, he still felt his palms sweaty and his fingers cold as he held the knob of the door that led into the streets of New York. A shaky breath left his mouth when he finally opened the alley door.
It wasn’t the first time he walked among humans but in every occasion he had to (knowing he would only do it if he was obligated) he had Casey holding one of his shoulders or April holding one of his fingers. Now, the world presented itself in front of him and he was alone. Despite his anxiety, the landscape wasn’t as intimidating as he once anticipated, there was no big crowd filled with scared looks of disgust, only the concrete street and light rain drops. He didn’t know exactly what he expected, actually. It was too late in the night to be walking the street alone, no human would dare to bet their safety to wander around an ugly and stinky street. Raphael wasn’t human and he would bet his life knowing no one ill intended would dare to cross his path... No one would even dare to ask for directions or to wish him a good evening. No one would dare to approach him. He had learned sooner than later that even well meaning humans would avoid being alone next to him and despite his efforts to understand them there was a deep part of Raph that held a grudge against it.
The second oldest brother would rather spend the rest of his life avoiding contact with this reality. It took maybe two or three minutes after he started to walk down the street for him to regret that decision as he felt the warm thick air of the night against his skin. He kept his pace despite that, determined to reach at least one mile before coming back home. The streets were still empty and he could only hear his heavy steps on the ground and the distant sound of cars. There was a time he loved this city... A time when all he wanted to was to roam around hidden in the roof tops and the dark shadows of the alleys, a time when he could watch this world and not be a part of it, when he could be invisible, a mere observer. Maybe he still could, he thought, maybe his outfit made him look human enough from a distance... Raphael liked the clothes, he liked he was now able to hear Knicks' shirts that fitted him perfectly thanks to his new access to tailor-made clothing, he liked his loose trousers and the dark colored sweaters that covered his shell, he liked his sneakers and his watch. Life out on the surface had brought him many new luxuries: now the lair had tiles and furniture and a long corridor that led to a door facing the streets, it didn't smell bad anymore thanks to modern isolation and he had his own bed, a king sized bed, with many pillows and clean white bed sheets. Raph sighed loudly once again, maybe Mikey was right. Maybe life could be more than he perceived to be.
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"Turn it on!"
The crowd cheered lively as the host turned in his chair.
"Good night, ladies and gentleman." He started talking in a pleasant voice "Tonight, in a exclusive interview... An absolutely unique moment in history. It's an honor to be here, sharing this moment with you as we receive with a warm round of applause please welcome... Michelangelo Hamato!"
Mikey walked into the stage with the biggest smile as the applause kept going, he was wearing a well fitted set of blazer and pants and he looked nothing like the wild and anxious brother they new. He waved to the crowd with such confidence that the absurd size difference between him and the host looked funny instead of terrifying, he even flipped the edge of his blazer behind him as he seated in the two-seater sofa and crossed his leg, showing a shinny elegant shoe.
"Michelangelo.... May I call you Mikey?"
"Yes, please."
"It's an honor... and I mean it, it's an honor to have you tonight."
"The honor is all mine, Jim."
The crowd cheered once again.
"Now... Mikey, I've to start saying... You're a sight to be seen!"
"Thank you!" Loud claps echoing from the crowd.
"How tall are you?"
"I'am 6'5"
"Taller than Micheal Jordan!"
"... And the smallest in the bunch!" Mikey commented with a big smile and the host returned the smile with wide eyes.
"Must be a very tall bunch!"
"A very big bunch!"
"Yes indeed!" The crowd laughed along with the host as Mikey shared a wide smile again.
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Ten minutes had passed since Raphael started his walk and three minutes had passed since a man with a dog on a leash had walked past him, completely unbothered by his presence. Had he made it? Has he invisible? Comfortable enough with the prospect of an empty city that slept while he walked, Raph took his headphones and pressed play in the link Donnie had sent him, the cellphone opened a new tab and a podcast started playing. Soothing was followed by a female voice that introduced the name of the show.
"...As always, thank you all for listening. In today's episode we'll be discussing the new revelations in the law case that wrecked the nation: the case Sacks vs Hamato, that absurd demonstration of pure capitalist greed that tried to condemn four literal teenagers to pay an equally absurd amount of money - and prison time!- for materials damage caused to the Sacks company-" "...and illegal espionage." A second voice complemented "Yes, thank you Sabrina. We have already discussed the legal implications that case could open for the judicial system here in America and all the possible outcomes in the Thirteenth episode of the first season of this podcast, if you haven't heard it yet, I heavily suggest you do so you can follow the argument of the developments in this case. Now, Sabrina... Yesterday we saw the final outcome of this case and the hearing that decided the sentence ended with an incredible emotional speech from Donatello - we know he was one of the brother's more involved with the whole process" "Yes" "... And now they're free! Of all charges!" "...Yes Gabi what we saw today followed by Michelangelo's incredible interview in the Late Night Show back on Thursday was, honestly, a beautiful strike against bigotry in this country..." "Absolutely, I mean... The judge of the case himself assumed that the charges were unfounded and biased..." "Yes! And now we have a established background to be able to-"
Raphael stopped the audio, unable to disguise his contempt. Geez , is that the kind of thing Donnie spends his time listening to? Wasn't real life already a bore? He let out a grumpy sigh and put his phone away. A human figure across the street started to stare indiscreetly at him and Raphael felt his heart shrink before making a blunt turn in a different street. The rain had stopped and the night wind was starting to feel colder, just like Raphael's heart as he tried to escape whoever it was that was trying to identify his figure.
A bright blue light appeared at the end of the new street Raphael just walked into. An all-night convenience store. Raph had been in a place that before, he and Casey had brought snacks and a couple of beers. He felt his mouth water at the idea of a cold beer. He had cash - more than enough. Maybe if he promised a fat tip they would let him get in. He shift his height between his feet as he observed the inside, the neon blue light was coming from a weirdly shaped advertisement placed above the entrance, perfectly contrasting with the ugly green light inside the store, some shelves appeared through the glass window and door, but he could tell that the place was empty - or almost that. In his head, Raphael had decided to take that chance and he was determined to perceive, his body, otherwise, didn't seem as thrilled with the idea. He waited outside as the rain started to pour once again, trying collect the mental strength to got in when a skinny old man opened the translucent door
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"Mikey, your last name is now worldwide known since the start of the trial, tell me: is it Japanese? Was it inherited from you father...?"
"I don't know, actually... We made it up!"
"What?" The human man asked as the crowd giggled
"It's exactly that, actually. When we came to the surface and Sacks decides to sue us the judicial system needed a surname to use... Apparently!"
"So you just made it up!"
"Hell yeah! Wouldn't you like to come up with your name?"
"Yes, absolutely."
"What would you call yourself?" He host made a surprise expression as Mikey changed the dynamic
"Jim Linotax!"
"...Oh, it's a pleasure, Mr. Linotax!" Michelangelo said, offering a handshake as he managed to pull more laughs from the crowd
"Michelangelo... It's a unique name!"
"I heard once it was very popular in the sixteen century."
"Oh, really?"
"Oh yes."
"And all your brothers have renascence names, is that right?"
"Yes. Thanks to old dad."
"How 's that?"
"Well, you see, when you grow up in a tiny sewer house you have more concerns than you weirdly specific name..."
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"Are you gonna steal?" The tiny man asked and he seemed to fight the same nervousness as Raph. The turtle-man on the other hand, felt all his limbs stiff and his hands go numb at the sound of that old man directing calling to him. He made a genuine effort and reached his pockets for the dollar bills.
"I-I just want a couple of beers."
"Go AWAY! Go away! No beers here for you!" The man started to yell as Raphael finally caught up his accent. It was stiff and hard in the h's and o's, he couldn't decipher where it was from.
"I just want to buy something! I am a client!" Raphael responded too late to recognize his anger.
"Nothing here for you! Go away!"
"I HAVE THE MONEY!" Raph screamed back at him, waving the bills in the air. The world started to feel out of focus as he realized people had gone to their apartment balconies and were looking at him through the windows in the buildings surrounding the store. Had he woke the whole street? Did he hear someone saying they were calling the police? No, please... The last thing he needed was a scold from Leo for causing a scene... All he wanted was a beer. Fuck, fuck, fuck. More and more lights started to turn on as the buzz around him got bigger and louder. He felt his heart sink and his hand hurt from the tight firsts he could not undo. Something inside him couldn't decide between the want to murder that man and the uncontrollable desire to scream and shout. "No more roof climbing." Leo had said "We're like humans now. We can't just go out jumping through people's houses." He couldn't just vanish away, despite the burning desire to just escape that situation.
"Look," Raphael managed to say, after two or three deep breaths "... I am sorry. I just wanted to buy a beer... I am leaving now."
"Hey! I finally found you!" An unfamiliar voice shouted from the other side of the street. Raph turned to look and almost knocked over whoever it was. Their bodies bumped into each other but only the smaller of them reacted to the impact, he felt a tiny pair of hands grab his arm."OooOOooww! That was close... Hey, we've been looking for you! Did you get the drinks?"
"NO DRINKS HERE FOR YOU!" The store owner screamed once again.
"Damn... Ok. We can go somewhere else!" The female voice had a sharpness to it, finally Raphael finally looked at her.
Nothing in this world could have prepared him for the vision of the young women holding his arm. She was short (but most people usually are in comparison to the mutant), had a luscious curly hair, tied in two pigtails that ended in the back of her neck. She was wearing a very revealing blouse and high waisted pants that matched in color. She was clearly dressed up, with sparkly high heels and long elegant earrings and she was holding his arms with a casualty he had never experienced before.
"C'mon!" She said and turned her head to him, showing a full face of makeup and bright brown eyes "Let's get the hell out of here."
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The crowd followed Mikey and the host as they laughed at the childhood story the turtle just shared.
"Mikey, unfortunately our time is almost over... I just wanted to thank you once again for coming tonight, for coming out into the world."
"The pleasure is all mine Jim, really... I've spent all my teenage years watching you on TV... I never thought I would be here tonight, I never thought I'd have the pleasure of meeting such a welcoming audience (loud cheering noises) and I never thought I could be part of this world."
There was an almost child-like honesty in his words making the brief moment of silence that came after especially touching.
"He's killing it." - April whispered to the TV
"100%" - Leo's voice came after
"Thank you, Michelangelo... I hope we can have all your brothers soon!"
"You can count on it!" Mikey answered, excited
"You can NOT count on that" - Raphael responded at the TV
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"I thought you guys didn't walk the streets... I've red the interview your brother gave to the New Yorker... He said you probably would wait a while until you decided to stroll around." The woman said as they walked back to the lair's alley door. She had told Raphael her name was Clara and they had held hands until they turned the corner and were out of sight from those judging eyes. She was smaller than most humans, Raphael later realized, maybe 5'1 or 5'2 and had a high pitched voice that made the turtle think about those weird anime dubs he used to watch as a kid. The strangest thing about his savior was that she seemed strangely familiarized with his presence. He ignored her comment as they kept walking in silence for a while. Raphael couldn't stop thinking about how long it would take for him to finally reach his destination and how could he respectfully ask for her to back off. Not that he wasn't grateful but her presence alone made him incredibly uncomfortable. She was too small, too elegant, too beautiful to walk just like that, beside him.
"I guess it is equally strange to you, right? To be here, in the real world... Out and about." Clara walked casually with both hands in her pocket as she looked up to the streets lights, Raphael wondered if she actually expected him to answer "... Is it weird for me to be like this? I mean... I thought you could use some help back there. But I don't mean to be inconvenient... Is it ok if you just walk with me closer to the next bus station? It is a bit late and I guess you're the perfect body guard..."
They kept walking, Clara and her tiny hands in the neon green pockets of her pants and Raphael with his stiff steps and dark clothing, all he wanted was to walk home without meeting everyone else, lock the door behind him and drink until all the memories fade away... But it didn't seem his wishes would come true as a pair of men jogging appeared at the end of the street, just in front of them. They looked at the strange couple and one of them startled at the vision. Clara looked at them and waved.
"Good night to you!" She said with a calm tone.
"Are you alright??" One of them asked from far away, still trying to figure out Raphael's image.
"Yeah!" She answered immediately "Why wouldn't I be?" Then she gave them a wide welcoming smile that made Raphael's heart beat uncontrollably "Good night to you." Clara then said, just as she turned one corner, grabbing Raphael's arm.
She then let go of him and offered a warm smile "It's ok... I don't think they will bother you. The bus stop is just right there turning the other corner... Thank you for bringing me here. Good night!" And just like that, she turned her back to him and started to walk away. Each step pressing Raphael's heart against his chest.
"WAIT!" The worlds came out of his mouth before he could stop them. She startled at the unexpected sound and immediately turned to him
"What?"
Raphael waited a minute so he could gather all the emotional strength to ask: "Can you walk me home?"
Clara smiled as she approached the mutant once again: "Is it too far?"
Raph took a minute to answer but instead said: "I'll pay you a cab when we get there." Clara hums and adds:" You sure? I leave pretty far." Raphael only nodded. Then she gave him the same silence answer. He couldn't mentally trace the path he had taken that night but he knew it was almost morning. The rain had stopped long ago but the air was much colder than when he left the lair, he was actually getting cold and wondered if she felt the same. They kept walking in silence until it finally hit him:
"What were you doing in the streets so late at night?"
"Oh..." She seemed surprised by his question, her voice a comparison that made him realize how low he sounded "I was on a date actually..." She said showing her teeth in a straight smile that indicated self-awareness, well that explained the clothing. "The guy turned out to be a prick, so I bolted! I was completely lost when I heard all the fuss the store guy was making... Thank god I found that mess, actually... I was getting pretty scared."
Silence as they got closer and closer to the lair's street door.
"... It was a complete coincidence to find you, actually... I was watching the rerun of your brother's interview today... I am actually in love with him! "she said in a ambiguous tone "Can you introduce us? Do you think I have a chance?" Raph finally laughed. Not at the idea that Mikey was charming enough to acquire the interest a woman like Clara, but at the absurd fact she thought she had to ask if she had a chance. With Mikey?
"He's also a prick." Raphael responded sharply but with a captivating tone to his voice. Then... She laughed. Raph couldn't contain his own grin.
The first sunbeams were about to appear at the horizon and when the red-wearing turtle finally reached the large metal door, he felt a relief like never before.
"I'll call a cab and get inside… So you know… The guy doesn’t bail because of me."
"Ok." Clara said, a light smile in her cheeks. "It was nice to meet you..."
"Raphael." He added after realizing she never asked his name did she knew it already?
"Hope to see you around soon."
Raph nodded with uncertainty and grabbed the metal knob. Clara's last words engraved in his brain as he crossed the long corridor that led to his underground home.
Ok so hear me out! I am constantly thinking about size differences (if you know what I mean) and how sexy times with the boys would play out, especially being a 5’2 woman myself… So one of my favorites HC is how foreplay would go with each one of them and because I know my audience is just as nasty as myself I decided to share some of it… I think this is a nice prompt so if you also write for TMNT feel free to share your own take on it! So watch out ‘cause there’s some PWP ahed.
Since starting their sexual life, the boys knew they would probably be the biggest their partners ever taken - here is how they prevent pain and prioritize pleasure.
Warning: SMUT, Lemon, minors DO NOT INTERACT.
No trigger warnings apply.
Leonardo
Because he is deeply involved in Dom/Sub dynamic, Leo is always comfortable in making the calls during sex and once the make out sessions become too heated to handle, he knows exactly how to treat you.
He will put you in your feet in front of him on the sofa and just oh-so-casually start to rub your clit increasing the friction as he feels the fabric of your underwear become more and more damp. Oh - and do you think he will address that? Oh no, the teasing is just starting as he asks with his deep voice “What’s wrong, Princess?”.
Will stop once your legs start to tremble and standing up is starting to be a challenge - but just so he can sit you on his lap right on top of the big bulge that grew inside his pants. Suddenly you realize that maybe you bit more than you can chew - the lump you’re seated on is definitely big enough to be mistaken with his close first and the cold wave crossing your stomach indicates that something triggered a self-preservation instinct that you didn’t know you had. Don’t worry - he did notice and was prepared for that.
“Did I scare you, my love?” - you don’t answer but feel as your body starts to relax as his touch reaches your waist and rises to your nipples “Don’t worry, I’ll take it very slow…” he whispers in your ear and your whole body shivers, sending a wave of heat straight to your core “...and steady.”.
He kisses your neck and between light kisses and hard bites that leave purple marks the feeling between your legs is starting to get unbearable - and you are starting to miss his fingers. It’s like he can hear your thoughts because in a single motion he raises you and removes your underwear, placing you right on top of his lap again, this time he uses each hand to spread your legs open, one knee in each side of his thighs.
Maybe you think this is the moment you lose your mind - but oh no - because he very gently uses one hand to prompt you to lay your back against his chest and once he grabs your neck - in a firm grip that still allows you to breathe - he simultaneously uses one of his thick fingers to rub your clit.
Is heaven and hell - the feeling of having your most intimate part exposed to the empty living room is embarrassing and arousing but not more arousing than the delicious circles he is drawing in your clit, the pressure making your toes curl. As time passes and his grip gets tighter and his fingers get faster you’re certain that his pants underneath you are now soaked with your juices - he doesn’t seem to care, maybe the grunts behind you indicate that he even enjoys it. You feel your orgasm coming as the tight feeling in your belly builds up to something more and just as you are about to come, he slides his thick digits inside you. You close your legs in an instinctive reflex but is too late: you make a mess on his hands.
He laughs lightly, satisfied with your reaction “So good for me.”
Once he feels your heart beat stabilize he raises you off his lap and with his body now standing behind you, you hear his zipper open. Your eyes go wide and you moan a warning sign but only feel his member go between your thighs - is bigger than you imagined and thick and so hot against your slippery thighs. “...I-it’s so b-big…” You try to say once you feel he pumping himself between your legs, his member pressing your clit in an unbearable rhythm.
“I know, my love.” He pressed a light kiss on your neck and bit the lobe of your ear “Don’t worry…” He says and grabs one of your legs, raising it to the height of your waist “... I am gonna make you ready for me.” Leo buries his finger inside you once again, pumping in a rhythm you knew would bring you your next orgasm “...And you are gonna take me so well…” he uses his thumb to press your clit lightly “won’t you, my Princess?”.
Summary: A deep friendship flourishes between the reader and Michelangelo. Despite your attempts to disregard what your heart desires, the affection between you is impossible to ignore. One day, for no apparent reason, Mike starts treating you coldly. Could this be the end of a relationship that never even started?
Category: Romantic, some angst but mainly pure fluff.
WARNINGS: None c:
A/N: So I’ve been feeling super romantic lately, couldn’t help but to write this fluff piece to calm my heart! Hope you like it! Also, English is not my first language, so constructive criticism is always welcome. Thank you for reading!
Chapter 02 of my on going series: In broad daylight
Chapter summary: Michelangelo has a productive therapy session after his interview. April and Casey announce their wedding and in a jealousy crisis, Donatello has his first one-night-stand.
Warning: This chapter contain light smut (mature, not explicit) if you're a minor please DON'T INTERACT.
TW: Trauma mention (nothing too graphic or descriptive, but it does contain a short account of a panic attack).
Michelangelo started therapy after his first panic attack.
It was - maybe - the worst night of his life. At that point in time he didn’t even knew what a trigger was - and even if he did, he wouldn’t be able to identify or anticipate his reaction. If felt like he was dying in a literal, visceral sense. It was like having a bomb growing inside his shell, the beating counting down to a heart attack, he felt his lips cold, his head heavy and the touch of Donatello’s hand in his shoulders felt cold against his skin for the first time in his life. He could still remembers his brothers calling to him and his inhuman effort to look them in the eyes, just as he gazed into the house he grew up in and didn’t recognize the color of the new floor tiles.
The rest was a blur.
Dr. Miller was April’s last effort to persuade Leo and Raph that Mikey needed professional counseling. At this point, Mikey didn't have enough will to have a strong opinion on his treatment, he didn't have the will to do anything, really. All his days were spent sleeping by day and having terrible night anxiety, followed by an earth-shattering cry until morning, when he went back to sleep. Despite their best effort to care for and protect the younger sibling, all of his brothers knew that he had become impossible to handle - and more important than that, his emotional and physical dependency got so intense that it was perfectly clear that there was nothing they could do: Michelangelo need help, professional help.
On the first day they entered Dr. Miller’s office, April had reassured everybody she had send the therapist recent photos of Mikey and explained all his possible triggers in detail. The clinic would open two hours early so that they could have privacy and that this first encounter would include Mikey, his brothers and Sara Miller only.
Mikey was so nervous he felt like this situation alone would end up triggering his next attack: his hands were sweaty, his chest heavy and the feeling in his stomach made him realize that maybe he would throw up all those recent pizza slices. When the door to her office opened, he felt an immediate relief upon looking at her.
Sara (as he would start calling her later) was a 67 years old black woman, wearing a knitted cardigan and a puffy ponytail. She looked at him with eyes free from any king of judgment: any kind of feeling at all, actually, it was very… neutral. After gazing at him and his brothers she had smiled lightly and then calmly said:
"Good morning. I am Dr. Miller. Are you Michelangelo?" Mikey just nodded " Welcome. Please, come in.”
So he did, on that Monday morning and all the next yet to come, for two years straight.
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“Did you see the interview?” Mikey asked just as he entered her office, not even worrying about greeting Sara.
“Yes I did.” She answered with the same peaceful deep voice, unbothered by the absence of a greet “You looked very handsome.”
“I sure did!” The mutant turtle seated at the large red sofa, his body melting in the comfortable cushions, he grabbed one of the small pillows behind him and held it tight against his chest “Ugh! It was so fun!”
Sara smiled. She always gave him a kind of smile that made Mikey feel like she was the perfect embodiment of a fairytale grandma and for the first time, Michelangelo actually considered she might actually be someone else’s grandmother.
“I am glad to hear that. Did you do the exercises he practiced?”
Mikey hummed “It helped. But what really made all difference was that Leo was there. And April. Oh, April is getting married!” He announced “She and Casey told us about the engagement just after we all saw the interview air. It was a great night.” He stopped for a minute and laid his head against the couch, focusing on the abstract painting that always caught his attention since the first day he sat there, he knew his voice let out a sadness he was trying to hide. He didn’t need to pretend there.
“It was… Weird, I guess… Like, I should be happy for them, right? Casey is a nice man, he treats her right, they already have a life together, an apartment with a huge TV and an aquarium… I can’t argue with that, right? Right?” Sara didn’t answer, Michelangelo laid his head completely on the couch, staring at the sealing “She was my first love…. Or something like it. I feel so attached to her and…” He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, trying to measure all the feelings filling his chest “...I think I… Should I feel happy for her? Because I felt… Huh, I felt betrayed.”
“Do you feel resentment?” Dr. Miller finally asked, gazing calmly at him.
“Yeah, I guess… I didn’t know what I expected... and I don’t want to marry April. Not anymore, I mean. She is like a sister to me. No! It’s more than that… She’s like… I- It just.. it was all so fast! Everything is so fast right now, and she decided to announce just as the interview ended and I felt so… I felt so overshadowed!”
“You felt it was your night.”
“It WAS my night. And I don’t mean to sound selfish, you know? I just… Wished they had waited.”
Sara looked at her patient making a conscious effort to avoid giving away her own feelings, the enormous man in front her had a gloomy expression and tired eyes.
“Mikey, is not the first time you mention feeling like this.”
“Like what?”
“ Overshadowed .” She quoted him.
“Yeah… I guess it's something I’ve been feeling for a while.”
“You mentioned once that you felt… Smushed, is the word you used.”
“Yeah. Smushed between my brothers.”
“Hmm” Sara nodded “What about that?”
“Well, you know about that… They are all special in their own way. Leo is the leader, Raph is the muscle, Donnie is the genius, I am the… Comic relief?”
“You sound like you are all characters of a cartoon.”
“We look like it!” Mikey said, humorous. Sara did her best to contain a tiny smile that formed in her cheeks.
“Well, you are your own person, Mikey. You don’t have to fulfill an imaginary role you fantasized for yourself.”
“Yeah I feel like you’re always telling me that.” He sighed “What this has to do with April?”
“You were telling me about her engagement…”
“Yeah. It was crazy… I mean, me, Leo and Raph kept it together but Donnie just… Bolted.” A nervous laugh escaped him “She told the news and he just… Left. I guess it was too much for him. You know, April was the only person we knew for so long… It was only natural to fall for her, right? She’s so nice, kind, and after the expected first meeting shock she treated us with… Dignity is the world Master Splinter likes to use... But then we all grew out of it.”
A long silence followed before he complemented:
“I guess Donnie didn’t”
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Donatello felt his feet too tight against the leather shoe and considered for the third time on that evening that maybe this was a terrible idea.
Ignoring his own better judgement, he knocked.
Alicia Ellis awakened in him two utterly contradictory and madding feelings: disgust and lust.
Many times he had tried - and succeeded- at disguising the amount of attention he paid to her body, especially since the context they first met didn’t allowed for flirtatious endeavors and despite knowing his physical body was searching it’s hormonal peak, Donatello proud himself on being utterly respectful: an effort that he felt he was making alone. Ellis never even tried to hide her indiscreet wants, playing with their encounters just enough to not be considered harassment, but clear enough to not allow ambiguity. Was that even possible? Donnie asked himself. Did it even matter now?
He felt disgusted mostly towards himself, actually, knowing full well why he had come to her apartment after that eventful night, just as the women he thought he could win over announced her engagement to the man he honestly felt he could one day surpass - pathetic, he beat himself again, cringing at the mere fact he once imagined a possible future for them, together. What a pathetic, emotional, delusional monster you are, dreaming about the pretty girl that once held your hand… And now you surrender to your most selfish desire, luring this woman who will be stupid enough to let you in.
This is going to ruin you. Was the last thing he thought before she opened the door.
She was astonishingly beautiful, with her thick luxurious wavy hair and round plump figure, pressed against a tight outfit he didn’t have enough interest to notice in detail.
“Took you long enough.” She said in a malicious tone, grabbing him by his belt. The apartment was warm, had a delicious floral smell and it was lit in subtle yellow light that mimicked candles. It was sexy, inviting and terribly scary, just like her.
This is going to ruin me . The feeling echoed towards Donnie as he willfully closed the door behind him.
It wasn’t hard for him to understand why a woman like her would take interest in being with a man like him, the internet had allowed Donnie to have a very indiscreet access to the human world - especially since people seemed really comfortable in sharing online things they wouldn’t even tell a best friend - and he knew way before they even came out to the surface that most probably wouldn’t be difficult to find someone willing to share a bed with him. Alicia was just a part of a very niche - yet not so small as one may think - group.
The thought brought him a small relief and a strike of courage that he much needed at that moment.
“I didn’t think you would come.” She said, bringing two glasses of a clear-yellow liquid. What an inappropriate move to bring a glass of white wine to a young adult not-yet-of-age , his better judgment told him as he accepted the glass, but wasn’t he 21 yet? Yes, he was... Maybe it was just judgment.
“Me neither” He answered after a sigh, too honest for his own sake.
“What changed your mind?” She mischievously asked, crossing her legs in an angle that brushed against his knee.
Donatello considered for a minute to said the truth, my heart was broken and honestly I really want to have sex, how would she respond to that? Was there a polite way of saying it? Instead, he said: “I’ve decided to change my approach on things.”
“Oh, really?” She smiled honestly “...And how’s that gonna happen?”
I will take every opportunity that life gives me, irrespective of its consequences, “I’ll stop sabotaging my wants…” He turned his body a little bit in her direction, he had planned a second sentence to follow but it seemed like he had already said all she needed to hear.
She slid her knee between his legs to climb his lap, brushing the space between the buttons of his shirt lightly. How quickly she hopped on top of him and how quickly his body responded to the feel of her warm perfumed breath against his neck. “That’s great to hear.”
It wasn’t Donatello’s first kiss but the tension of feeling the soft lips of a woman he barely knew nothing about added to the oh-so-suggestive friction of her thighs against his zipper made it an entirely new experience. If he granted himself a moment of reason, Donnie would most likely find her too hurried and eager - but again, what was his experience in this field? Wasn’t this how the encounter should go? What else was he expecting? Independent of what his reason may have considered, the friction of her palms against the now prominent bulge in his pants added to the delicious sounds coming from her throat made every single indecision go away.
He felt his head light and dizzy as their tongues danced against each other and the urge to feel relief made him bold. She answered the squeeze he gave her bottom with an audible moan that gave Donatello’s stomach a cold wave of shock along with the first visible stain in between his paints. She felt the thickness of his fluid against the fabric and smiled against his lips.
“Such a passionate… response.” She said in what sounded like a performative tone - well, she was a journalist.
He took her incentive and slide her tube dress above her ass, stoking it as he lowered his lips to her neck. Her skin was soft and the way it reacted to his mouth - the small flinches of her body and the building pressure between his legs could only compare to the amazing feeling of her silk soft thigh skin. She used her hands to guide his head further down, lowering the piece of garment herself, he instinctively took one of her nipples in his mouth, enjoying the contrast between the soft skin of her breasts and the beaded texture of her nipples.
When Alicia laid her body against him on the couch, he followed her moves and felt the soft pillow against his head, the discreet but unmistakable sound of his zipper being opened followed by her stocked gasp at his member followed by “Oh I’m gonna have fun tonight!”. Donatello held her waist closer to his own, trying to reach her lips again, wondering if he could say the same. The warmth between her legs and the delicious feeling that jolted through his body and she aligned him to her entry - and the irresistible pleasure of feeling his tip tease her plump lips - made him think that the most likely answer was yes .
...And what an unnecessary concern the wine proved to be: he didn’t even get to drink it.
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“...you know, Raph made a friend.” Mikey had stood on his feet and now looked through the squared window. He had a regular habit of standing up during the sessions, usually as they were reaching the middle of the appointment. Sara it wrote down anyway, before adding:
“Really?”
Mikey hummed “...It’s a complicated story - but he left to buy a bear, this old man didn’t want to sell it to him, so he got really angry, so someone threatened to call the police, so he started to freak out and then this… girl appeared!” He was switching his body height between his legs “Clara. What a name! Heh- I don’t get to say that, huh? Well, her name was Clara and he said she looked like an anime version of a character from Fresh prince of bel air … Can you imagine?” He turned to look at her. Sara just nodded.
“Wanna hear some really crazy stuff? Raph told me that they were talking and she told him she saw my interview… and she said she was in love with me!” He offered his therapist an incredulous happy smile “ME! Can you believe it?”
Sara hummed and made another note.
“I know she was kidding, I don’t think she loves me. But saying it like this sounds like… Like I am a celebrity! Like she would like to know me… Like…”
“Like you have been seen.”
“HELL YEAH!” He exclaimed, sitting down on the couch again grabbing his trust-worthy pillow “... And that sucker didn’t even got her number…” A deep sigh followed silence. Very discreetly, Dr. Miller checked her watch.
“It doesn’t matter, really, it just made me realize… That I wished I had someone…”
More silence.
“-I know I already have someone, if that's what you’re gonna say… I know my brothers are my care net and that I have friends and confidants, and bla bla bla”.
“Well I wasn’t going to…” She said peacefully.
“ I want… A lover . Someone to be my special one. Someone to cherish and spoil and share my life with! Someone who can say they’re in love with me… For real.”
More deep silence.
“... And why don’t you?” She finally prompted. Michelangelo turned to look at her with a impatient expression:
“Are you kiddin’ me?”
“I am definitely not.”
“You can’t be that cynical!”
“I am not.”
“Sara…” He sighed uneasily “... not this again.” she heard pain in his words.
“You have the right to live, Mikey.” She gazed at him with the same kind eyes, letting her strong words get to him “...Just like anyone else.”
This time, that was an anxious silence. Michelangelo rubbed his hands together as if he was facing a cold storm “What if it happens again?”
“Then you will do what we practiced.” She waited for an answer that didn’t come “... Do you wanna remember it once again with me?”
He simply nodded.
“I am more…” She started.
“...than people perceive me.”
“I’ve the right…”
“...to occupy space.”
“No one…”
“No one can deny me my right to live.”
“That was great, Mikey.” Dr. Miller said kindly.
He squeezed the tears away from his eyes, not even realizing they were there. “...Yeah… Yeah, it was.”
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It was certainly.... Memorable , Donatello thought, staring at his brand new shoes as they made the path back to the lair. How was it again that he found himself in that situation? That sad looking, empty feeling, walk-of-shame. Oh, yeah, Alicia Ellis.
Something felt terrible wrong about that whole endeavor. He tried to think about the details, to analyze the facts: it has been clearly consensual, sober, communicative sex. So why did he feel like some part of him had been left behind in that apartment? Was it his clear shyness when they finally consumed the act or her generous overlook at his even clearer lack of experience? Had him fail his mission? Factually not! He performed… Fine - it was hard to measure, but she seemed pleased enough. He was also pleased… Physically, at least.
So why did he feel so… Empty?
He walked among the streets of New York without the concern his older brother seemed to carry. Donatello was always really good at not carrying - just as he was good at carrying too much . Oh, yes, his overthinking nature was still going to kill him, no matter how hard he tried to pretend like it didn’t matter at all.
Nothing mattered, everything mattered. What a contradictory and childish state of mind. Could he ever find balance? Would he ever be able to take risks and still be prudent? To be disappointed and not lose all faith? To love deeply and move over from it, stronger and ready to love again? Did he ever truly love her ?
He remembered her ring shining against the light, mocking his defeat. A zirconium, Casey Jones… Can’t even buy her a real diamond . He muttered to himself and the night, kicking a small rock in the path.
The worst part, the real strike of the devil - was the fact that she looked immensely happy. Heartbreakingly happy. And there was nothing, nothing in this world that Donnie could think that could justify taking this away from her - not even the fantasy that she could be happier.
He took a deep breath and grabbed the keys in his pocket. That was no way out of it: we would have to get over her. At least now he knew that running away to unknown women’s homes was not a viable solution.
Raphael is still learning to cope with his new life. On the rainy evening after Michelangelo's first national interview, the big and solitary turtle brother decides to go on a walk and while he tries to adapt to a world he never wanted to be a part of, he meets a human woman that changes his path.
This is an AU that diverges from cannon after the events of Out of the shadows. Instead of choosing to keep living hidden in the sewers, the family of mutants accepts chief Vincent's suggestion of trying to live a normal life among humans. This is a compilation of events that unfold after the fact, tales about the turtles and the humans that cross their paths.
This series may contain mature themes (Trigger Warnings will be included before every chapter), if you’re a minor please don’t interact.
TW: None
You can also read it in AO3
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It took Raphael two years to finally decide to walk on a sidewalk alone. It was the first time he was alone in... Well, Michelangelo called it “upstairs”, Leonardo called it “the real world” and Donatello just called the streets of New York by their common name. Raph didn’t called it anything since names carry meaning and that world and its residents were a mystery to him. When he had to describe the world above him, he called it “outside”.
He was 19 when he was outvoted and then convinced of accepting the idea of coming out into the world. Now a grown 21 years old man-turtle, he still felt his palms sweaty and his fingers cold as he held the knob of the door that led into the streets of New York. A shaky breath left his mouth when he finally opened the alley door.
It wasn’t the first time he walked among humans but in every occasion he had to (knowing he would only do it if he was obligated) he had Casey holding one of his shoulders or April holding one of his fingers. Now, the world presented itself in front of him and he was alone. Despite his anxiety, the landscape wasn’t as intimidating as he once anticipated, there was no big crowd filled with scared looks of disgust, only the concrete street and light rain drops. He didn’t know exactly what he expected, actually. It was too late in the night to be walking the street alone, no human would dare to bet their safety to wander around an ugly and stinky street. Raphael wasn’t human and he would bet his life knowing no one ill intended would dare to cross his path... No one would even dare to ask for directions or to wish him a good evening. No one would dare to approach him. He had learned sooner than later that even well meaning humans would avoid being alone next to him and despite his efforts to understand them there was a deep part of Raph that held a grudge against it.
The second oldest brother would rather spend the rest of his life avoiding contact with this reality. It took maybe two or three minutes after he started to walk down the street for him to regret that decision as he felt the warm thick air of the night against his skin. He kept his pace despite that, determined to reach at least one mile before coming back home. The streets were still empty and he could only hear his heavy steps on the ground and the distant sound of cars. There was a time he loved this city... A time when all he wanted to was to roam around hidden in the roof tops and the dark shadows of the alleys, a time when he could watch this world and not be a part of it, when he could be invisible, a mere observer. Maybe he still could, he thought, maybe his outfit made him look human enough from a distance... Raphael liked the clothes, he liked he was now able to hear Knicks' shirts that fitted him perfectly thanks to his new access to tailor-made clothing, he liked his loose trousers and the dark colored sweaters that covered his shell, he liked his sneakers and his watch. Life out on the surface had brought him many new luxuries: now the lair had tiles and furniture and a long corridor that led to a door facing the streets, it didn't smell bad anymore thanks to modern isolation and he had his own bed, a king sized bed, with many pillows and clean white bed sheets. Raph sighed loudly once again, maybe Mikey was right. Maybe life could be more than he perceived to be.
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"Turn it on!"
The crowd cheered lively as the host turned in his chair.
"Good night, ladies and gentleman." He started talking in a pleasant voice "Tonight, in a exclusive interview... An absolutely unique moment in history. It's an honor to be here, sharing this moment with you as we receive with a warm round of applause please welcome... Michelangelo Hamato!"
Mikey walked into the stage with the biggest smile as the applause kept going, he was wearing a well fitted set of blazer and pants and he looked nothing like the wild and anxious brother they new. He waved to the crowd with such confidence that the absurd size difference between him and the host looked funny instead of terrifying, he even flipped the edge of his blazer behind him as he seated in the two-seater sofa and crossed his leg, showing a shinny elegant shoe.
"Michelangelo.... May I call you Mikey?"
"Yes, please."
"It's an honor... and I mean it, it's an honor to have you tonight."
"The honor is all mine, Jim."
The crowd cheered once again.
"Now... Mikey, I've to start saying... You're a sight to be seen!"
"Thank you!" Loud claps echoing from the crowd.
"How tall are you?"
"I'am 6'5"
"Taller than Micheal Jordan!"
"... And the smallest in the bunch!" Mikey commented with a big smile and the host returned the smile with wide eyes.
"Must be a very tall bunch!"
"A very big bunch!"
"Yes indeed!" The crowd laughed along with the host as Mikey shared a wide smile again.
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Ten minutes had passed since Raphael started his walk and three minutes had passed since a man with a dog on a leash had walked past him, completely unbothered by his presence. Had he made it? Has he invisible? Comfortable enough with the prospect of an empty city that slept while he walked, Raph took his headphones and pressed play in the link Donnie had sent him, the cellphone opened a new tab and a podcast started playing. Soothing was followed by a female voice that introduced the name of the show.
"...As always, thank you all for listening. In today's episode we'll be discussing the new revelations in the law case that wrecked the nation: the case Sacks vs Hamato, that absurd demonstration of pure capitalist greed that tried to condemn four literal teenagers to pay an equally absurd amount of money - and prison time!- for materials damage caused to the Sacks company-" "...and illegal espionage." A second voice complemented "Yes, thank you Sabrina. We have already discussed the legal implications that case could open for the judicial system here in America and all the possible outcomes in the Thirteenth episode of the first season of this podcast, if you haven't heard it yet, I heavily suggest you do so you can follow the argument of the developments in this case. Now, Sabrina... Yesterday we saw the final outcome of this case and the hearing that decided the sentence ended with an incredible emotional speech from Donatello - we know he was one of the brother's more involved with the whole process" "Yes" "... And now they're free! Of all charges!" "...Yes Gabi what we saw today followed by Michelangelo's incredible interview in the Late Night Show back on Thursday was, honestly, a beautiful strike against bigotry in this country..." "Absolutely, I mean... The judge of the case himself assumed that the charges were unfounded and biased..." "Yes! And now we have a established background to be able to-"
Raphael stopped the audio, unable to disguise his contempt. Geez , is that the kind of thing Donnie spends his time listening to? Wasn't real life already a bore? He let out a grumpy sigh and put his phone away. A human figure across the street started to stare indiscreetly at him and Raphael felt his heart shrink before making a blunt turn in a different street. The rain had stopped and the night wind was starting to feel colder, just like Raphael's heart as he tried to escape whoever it was that was trying to identify his figure.
A bright blue light appeared at the end of the new street Raphael just walked into. An all-night convenience store. Raph had been in a place that before, he and Casey had brought snacks and a couple of beers. He felt his mouth water at the idea of a cold beer. He had cash - more than enough. Maybe if he promised a fat tip they would let him get in. He shift his height between his feet as he observed the inside, the neon blue light was coming from a weirdly shaped advertisement placed above the entrance, perfectly contrasting with the ugly green light inside the store, some shelves appeared through the glass window and door, but he could tell that the place was empty - or almost that. In his head, Raphael had decided to take that chance and he was determined to perceive, his body, otherwise, didn't seem as thrilled with the idea. He waited outside as the rain started to pour once again, trying collect the mental strength to got in when a skinny old man opened the translucent door
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"Mikey, your last name is now worldwide known since the start of the trial, tell me: is it Japanese? Was it inherited from you father...?"
"I don't know, actually... We made it up!"
"What?" The human man asked as the crowd giggled
"It's exactly that, actually. When we came to the surface and Sacks decides to sue us the judicial system needed a surname to use... Apparently!"
"So you just made it up!"
"Hell yeah! Wouldn't you like to come up with your name?"
"Yes, absolutely."
"What would you call yourself?" He host made a surprise expression as Mikey changed the dynamic
"Jim Linotax!"
"...Oh, it's a pleasure, Mr. Linotax!" Michelangelo said, offering a handshake as he managed to pull more laughs from the crowd
"Michelangelo... It's a unique name!"
"I heard once it was very popular in the sixteen century."
"Oh, really?"
"Oh yes."
"And all your brothers have renascence names, is that right?"
"Yes. Thanks to old dad."
"How 's that?"
"Well, you see, when you grow up in a tiny sewer house you have more concerns than you weirdly specific name..."
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"Are you gonna steal?" The tiny man asked and he seemed to fight the same nervousness as Raph. The turtle-man on the other hand, felt all his limbs stiff and his hands go numb at the sound of that old man directing calling to him. He made a genuine effort and reached his pockets for the dollar bills.
"I-I just want a couple of beers."
"Go AWAY! Go away! No beers here for you!" The man started to yell as Raphael finally caught up his accent. It was stiff and hard in the h's and o's, he couldn't decipher where it was from.
"I just want to buy something! I am a client!" Raphael responded too late to recognize his anger.
"Nothing here for you! Go away!"
"I HAVE THE MONEY!" Raph screamed back at him, waving the bills in the air. The world started to feel out of focus as he realized people had gone to their apartment balconies and were looking at him through the windows in the buildings surrounding the store. Had he woke the whole street? Did he hear someone saying they were calling the police? No, please... The last thing he needed was a scold from Leo for causing a scene... All he wanted was a beer. Fuck, fuck, fuck. More and more lights started to turn on as the buzz around him got bigger and louder. He felt his heart sink and his hand hurt from the tight firsts he could not undo. Something inside him couldn't decide between the want to murder that man and the uncontrollable desire to scream and shout. "No more roof climbing." Leo had said "We're like humans now. We can't just go out jumping through people's houses." He couldn't just vanish away, despite the burning desire to just escape that situation.
"Look," Raphael managed to say, after two or three deep breaths "... I am sorry. I just wanted to buy a beer... I am leaving now."
"Hey! I finally found you!" An unfamiliar voice shouted from the other side of the street. Raph turned to look and almost knocked over whoever it was. Their bodies bumped into each other but only the smaller of them reacted to the impact, he felt a tiny pair of hands grab his arm."OooOOooww! That was close... Hey, we've been looking for you! Did you get the drinks?"
"NO DRINKS HERE FOR YOU!" The store owner screamed once again.
"Damn... Ok. We can go somewhere else!" The female voice had a sharpness to it, finally Raphael finally looked at her.
Nothing in this world could have prepared him for the vision of the young women holding his arm. She was short (but most people usually are in comparison to the mutant), had a luscious curly hair, tied in two pigtails that ended in the back of her neck. She was wearing a very revealing blouse and high waisted pants that matched in color. She was clearly dressed up, with sparkly high heels and long elegant earrings and she was holding his arms with a casualty he had never experienced before.
"C'mon!" She said and turned her head to him, showing a full face of makeup and bright brown eyes "Let's get the hell out of here."
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The crowd followed Mikey and the host as they laughed at the childhood story the turtle just shared.
"Mikey, unfortunately our time is almost over... I just wanted to thank you once again for coming tonight, for coming out into the world."
"The pleasure is all mine Jim, really... I've spent all my teenage years watching you on TV... I never thought I would be here tonight, I never thought I'd have the pleasure of meeting such a welcoming audience (loud cheering noises) and I never thought I could be part of this world."
There was an almost child-like honesty in his words making the brief moment of silence that came after especially touching.
"He's killing it." - April whispered to the TV
"100%" - Leo's voice came after
"Thank you, Michelangelo... I hope we can have all your brothers soon!"
"You can count on it!" Mikey answered, excited
"You can NOT count on that" - Raphael responded at the TV
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"I thought you guys didn't walk the streets... I've red the interview your brother gave to the New Yorker... He said you probably would wait a while until you decided to stroll around." The woman said as they walked back to the lair's alley door. She had told Raphael her name was Clara and they had held hands until they turned the corner and were out of sight from those judging eyes. She was smaller than most humans, Raphael later realized, maybe 5'1 or 5'2 and had a high pitched voice that made the turtle think about those weird anime dubs he used to watch as a kid. The strangest thing about his savior was that she seemed strangely familiarized with his presence. He ignored her comment as they kept walking in silence for a while. Raphael couldn't stop thinking about how long it would take for him to finally reach his destination and how could he respectfully ask for her to back off. Not that he wasn't grateful but her presence alone made him incredibly uncomfortable. She was too small, too elegant, too beautiful to walk just like that, beside him.
"I guess it is equally strange to you, right? To be here, in the real world... Out and about." Clara walked casually with both hands in her pocket as she looked up to the streets lights, Raphael wondered if she actually expected him to answer "... Is it weird for me to be like this? I mean... I thought you could use some help back there. But I don't mean to be inconvenient... Is it ok if you just walk with me closer to the next bus station? It is a bit late and I guess you're the perfect body guard..."
They kept walking, Clara and her tiny hands in the neon green pockets of her pants and Raphael with his stiff steps and dark clothing, all he wanted was to walk home without meeting everyone else, lock the door behind him and drink until all the memories fade away... But it didn't seem his wishes would come true as a pair of men jogging appeared at the end of the street, just in front of them. They looked at the strange couple and one of them startled at the vision. Clara looked at them and waved.
"Good night to you!" She said with a calm tone.
"Are you alright??" One of them asked from far away, still trying to figure out Raphael's image.
"Yeah!" She answered immediately "Why wouldn't I be?" Then she gave them a wide welcoming smile that made Raphael's heart beat uncontrollably "Good night to you." Clara then said, just as she turned one corner, grabbing Raphael's arm.
She then let go of him and offered a warm smile "It's ok... I don't think they will bother you. The bus stop is just right there turning the other corner... Thank you for bringing me here. Good night!" And just like that, she turned her back to him and started to walk away. Each step pressing Raphael's heart against his chest.
"WAIT!" The worlds came out of his mouth before he could stop them. She startled at the unexpected sound and immediately turned to him
"What?"
Raphael waited a minute so he could gather all the emotional strength to ask: "Can you walk me home?"
Clara smiled as she approached the mutant once again: "Is it too far?"
Raph took a minute to answer but instead said: "I'll pay you a cab when we get there." Clara hums and adds:" You sure? I leave pretty far." Raphael only nodded. Then she gave him the same silence answer. He couldn't mentally trace the path he had taken that night but he knew it was almost morning. The rain had stopped long ago but the air was much colder than when he left the lair, he was actually getting cold and wondered if she felt the same. They kept walking in silence until it finally hit him:
"What were you doing in the streets so late at night?"
"Oh..." She seemed surprised by his question, her voice a comparison that made him realize how low he sounded "I was on a date actually..." She said showing her teeth in a straight smile that indicated self-awareness, well that explained the clothing. "The guy turned out to be a prick, so I bolted! I was completely lost when I heard all the fuss the store guy was making... Thank god I found that mess, actually... I was getting pretty scared."
Silence as they got closer and closer to the lair's street door.
"... It was a complete coincidence to find you, actually... I was watching the rerun of your brother's interview today... I am actually in love with him! "she said in a ambiguous tone "Can you introduce us? Do you think I have a chance?" Raph finally laughed. Not at the idea that Mikey was charming enough to acquire the interest a woman like Clara, but at the absurd fact she thought she had to ask if she had a chance. With Mikey?
"He's also a prick." Raphael responded sharply but with a captivating tone to his voice. Then... She laughed. Raph couldn't contain his own grin.
The first sunbeams were about to appear at the horizon and when the red-wearing turtle finally reached the large metal door, he felt a relief like never before.
"I'll call a cab and get inside… So you know… The guy doesn’t bail because of me."
"Ok." Clara said, a light smile in her cheeks. "It was nice to meet you..."
"Raphael." He added after realizing she never asked his name did she knew it already?
"Hope to see you around soon."
Raph nodded with uncertainty and grabbed the metal knob. Clara's last words engraved in his brain as he crossed the long corridor that led to his underground home.
Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo x Reader
Summary: A secret mission that only the four brothers could accomplish requires them to become your personal bodyguards. How would each one of them react to sharing a house with you?
Category: Platonic relationship, domestic fluff, deep friendship.
WARNINGS: None c:
A/N: This actually could be a whole fic (maybe someday) but honestly I was just feeling very into domestic turtles today so I decided to post this. Let me know what you think!
😙👌 oh boy my favorite! I’ve been having way too much fun writing Leo as of late.
Rated Explicit (18+ only)
Arguments are natural in any relationship, no matter how annoying they could get. Arguments though do tend to lead into fights. Now a fight could consist of raised voices, a verbal spat between two opposing points of view in whatever subject.
Being hard headed came easily for you, for Leonardo not so much. He did in fact have his moments of pure stubbornness, were nothing budged no matter what was said.
Because Honor Boy had to be right.
He just fucking had to be.
So the argument escalated, which at this point you had forgotten what the genesis of it was, you had refused to stop and Leo had opted to simply not accept new information. That little tidbit when it came to him had an ability to set your skin on fire.
“You’re such a stubborn brat!” You had yelled, nearly stomping your feet like a child out of frustration.
“You aren’t too far behind, you know?” He countered, moving passed you in hopes to just simply exit out the window. There was no way this would be settled with clouded heads.
Naturally that only further pissed you off, because Leo had that tendency where he rather shelf an argument and just go off to brood. “Oh great! Go ahead leave! Like that helps this stupid situation that mind you, you started in the first place” You crossed your arms, face in a permanent scowl. Leo’s foot was on the window, grumbling to himself he turned around and glared.
“Your shit might work on your brothers but not on me, you can’t control me and you sure as hell can’t tell me what to do” The rant only sufficed in making him raise a brow ridge, he crossed his own arms. “Is being wrong for once really making you act like a petulant child?” He took cautious steps, but you remained, feet planted firm and eyes shooting daggers.
He stood in front of you, towering. “Well? Just say it, it’s on the tip of your tongue”
You swallowed, glaring up at him. “Fuck you, Leo”
Something in his gaze darkened, lips pressed in a firm line. Leo trapped you between his arms, a carefully placed palm on the wall. “Say it again” He asked, voice calm. The proximity of his body, the sizzling anger that simmered between the two of you to palpable.
Why were you getting hot and bothered?
“Fuck. You.” You emphasized slowly, confidently.
Although his lips hovering near yours made your breath catch, pride slipping, wetness pooling.
“Now wouldn’t you just love to do that” He muttered against your lips, a smirk adorned his face.
You kissed him hard, not wanting to give him an ounce of a chance to gloat. He kissed back with the same vigor, every movement fighting for dominance. He gripped you roughly, hands practically ripping your shorts down your legs. He knelt momentarily to finish ripping them off, sucking a finger into his mouth he shoved the digit into your underwear and found your entrance.
“Go ahead say it again” He growled, feeling the wetness there. You gripped his digit in moistened heat, biting down on your lower lip. “Fuck! You!” Hands reached towards his belt, untying and unfastening whatever was in the way. “Don’t think I’m gonna forget about this the next time you’re beggin me while I have you tied up” He thrusted his finger, digit hitting the right spots and making your knees buckle.
“Don’t think I’m not gonna forget this the next time you want me to blow you in the Dojo” You grinned at his glare, oh that one hit a little too below the belt.
The gloating would have to wait, it was hard to concentrate when he opted to haul you up by your thighs and rear and press you against the wall of the living room. He kissed you again hard, reaching between the two of you to guide himself inside.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and gritted your teeth at the burn, not wanting to admit how delectable he sounded when he choked on air. “I guess-shiiit-I’m fucking that bad attitude out of you” He thrusted upwards, bottoming out to your whimpering moans. You threw your head back on a particularly rough thrust, eyes shutting and wailing for him.
Leo wasn’t one to be this brutal but the two of you were in a significant mood and it required a different rhythm. “Fuck-oh!-you!” You smiled defiantly at him, the growl like churr making you chuckle breathlessly. Leo dug his hands further into the flesh of your thighs, his mouth found your neck and he bit down, hard.
He pounded into you, grunting with each hit. You felt him so deeply buried inside, each pull and push burning you deliciously even when he picked up speed and that wet slapping sound could be heard.
The neighbours were sure to have a field day with this.
He sucked a bruised onto your neck, leaving the flesh with a wet pop. That only seemed to push him further into his animal instincts. He fucked into you with abandone and anger, closer and closer to losing himself inside his favorite tight heat.
“Brat, say it again...” His hoarse voice growled against your bruise. “Say it again for Sensei” You hated how your voice betrayed you after hearing that. Toes curling and release a meer moments away, you moaned. “Fuck! Oh god!” You came, eyes rolling back and body tightening against his. Leo slammed into you with one final thrust, something behind you protested. His stuttering hips signaling the last of his cum being sputtered into you. You felt him rest his forehead against your shoulder, breathing hard.
Then he started chuckling and your dizzying mind wondered what was so funny to him.
“We broke the wall” He shook trying to hold his laughter. You did in fact feel an indentation where you were pressed up against. “Great a hole the size of my ass, my landlord is gonna shit bricks” That only seemed to make him laugh more and soon enough so were you.
Can i get a breeding kink prompt With mikey please? 👉👈
👁👄👁 I am-
Listen, do not get me started on this...
Okay here we gooooo
Rated Explicit (18+ only)
Michelangelo had everything down to a science, which he always found hilarious since he wasn’t the science guy here. But ironic joke aside, he truly did have it all thought out to the point of near perfection.
Because Spring sucks.
Spring is annoying.
Everyone’s in a mood, everyone is in a state of perpetual chest pumping and nothing gets done. Mikey had long since learned that skating the excessive energy out of his system worked fabolously, combine that with some much needed alone time with a skin magazine or video and he could call it a night.
Spring is so annoying.
With you though, he had glossed over in a vague matter that maybe it would be best for you to hang back for a few days. Naturally that was odd, Mikey sometimes wanted to glue you to his shell if he could. A quick look of the calendar filled in the blanks, mutterings about approaching Spring Fever as they had named it were ongoing on the nights you’d been there. Mikey was being courteous, nay he was being shy at the very least.
Curiosity on your end though, would be your undoing.
So you packed your overnight bag with the essentials . He was probably overselling this whole Heat issue, it wasn’t like Mikey’s libido was at a soft two even on a bad day. That man could watch you shaver your legs with a full on mud mask on your face and still pop a boner. Naturally though you maybe should’ve listened
but your feet were already taking to the nearest Lair entrance.
Mikey felt antsy , even after spending three hours on his board. He even took out his old normal board to practice basic tricks on it, he’d played video games for an hour, thought about you for another hour and still his skin felt electric. The air in the Lair tonight was about the same, everyone was locked away to avoid unnecessary fighting. He figured he’d shower, think about you once again and retreat back to his room.
He felt a little better after the hot shower, he’d even found that you had left one of those sweet smelling body gels. That had significantly distracted him and now he couldn’t stop smelling himself, for he smelled like you. In his trance he neglected to perhaps notice that your scent had picked up a little more but he figured it was himself.
He nudged the curtain aside that led to his room (Raph had moved out a few months back) and tossed his towel somewhere in the chaos.
Then he saw you there, on his bed, flipping away on some random magazine he had lying around looking like a dream. Mikey froze on the spot, you looked up and smiled.
“So what’s the big deal? Aside from how funeral like quiet everything is around, has anybody sprouted a third arm?” You joked whilst setting the magazine aside, you sat up and assessed him. He was freshly showered, smelling of your favorite shower gel and wearing nothing but his boxer briefs.
For Mikey though, his literal reptile brain was only making him notice how gorgeous you looked in nothing but some stay at home shorts and a flimsy oversized crop top. Naturally you had settled into your relaxed attire once here, most of the time it consisted of things Mikey either outgrew or didn’t use anymore. He approached, tentatively.
“No third arms dude, just you know; tension in the air” He chuckled and so did you, you couldn’t help but notice how fixated his gaze was. He looked at every little detail of yours more intently, enjoying it even more. Mikey reached out and ran his knuckles across your chin. You kept your smile, sneaking down to press a soft kiss on his wrist. “What’ya been up to then?” You not so innocently asked as he started playing with your hair.
Mikey’s mind was too clouded, it had been clouded all day with scandalous thoughts of you. Even now as you sat in front him, the picture of sweetness and loveliness all he wanted was to consume himself in you. “Thinking of you” He answered distracted by ideas of pulling your hair, watching your mouth open in a gasp, body shaking with pleasure.
Maybe spring didn’t have to be so annoying...
“Well I’m here now, you should’ve just said so” You liked how concentrated he seemed, fascinated with your hair or with caressing your cheek. You also didn’t mind that he was barely dressed, all strong legs and thin waist for display. You wondered just how badly he was fighting to not make his arousal so evident.
Then his hand retreated and he got down on both knees. His hands rested on your knees and you swore his pupils were blown out already, you pressed your legs tightly together.
“I can smell it, don’t hide it”
That sentence shook you. Your face flushed at his words but it only served for another shot of heat to pool beneath you. Mikey seemed so different, that cheery flirtatious nature of his wasn’t all quite there and you couldn’t help but wonder what lay in store for you.
He hooked his fingers in your shorts and pulled them down slowly, his excited energy was there but more zeroed in on the task at hand. You let him take them off for you, soon your underwear as well, his firm but gentle hand nudged you backwards. You laid down, breathing anticipation and exhaling desire when you felt those strong hands of his spread you.
“You smell so fucking good” Any and all rational thought had exited. All he wanted was to taste you, fuck you and claim you as his. He bit the inside of your thigh, enjoying the muscle tremble. When you felt a string of spit on your core and that wet warm tongue flick up your slit, you bit down on your lip. Mikey was never controlled, especially in this activity, he went at it like it was his last meal. But this honed in method left you shakey and needy.
He wanted you shakey and needy.
Thus he did the same, licking and sucking slowly, calculatedly. You looked down, his meticulous attacks making you squeeze your legs against his head. That brought a lengthy groan out of him, his hands gripped your thighs more and his movements picked up a little more in forcefulness. Soon enough he had you teetering on the precipice, close and closer and each second you swore he’d give it he took it back. You whined frustratedly, hand smacking down on the bed. Your heated gaze found Mikey’s, mouth wet with your essence, pupils still so blown you could barely make out his baby blues. He sucked a finger into his mouth and found your opening, your eyes rolled back into your head.
“You’re so damn wet, like you always get this wet whenever I eat you out” He was knuckle deep, making you crossed eyed as he found your spot and thrusted. “I wish you could feel what I feel when I slide into this pussy” He angled his finger, loving how you bit down hard to muffle a moan. His thumb found your clit and you nearly sobbed. “Fuck you’re so good, you’re all mine aren’t you? This...” He made a come hither motion with said digit. “This all mine?” He asked, rubbing slow circles on your clit.
You nodded vigorously, anything for him to just apply a little more pleasure to hit that spot with just a little more force.
Then Mikey was pulling out his finger and sucking the digit clean.
Yet another frustrated sound left you and you swore he smirked. When he got up, you bit your lip. He was fully hard, leaking and staining the front of his underwear. Good, served him right for the torturing. You made do of your shirt, not missing the hungry look when he saw you were bare beneath the shirt. Opting for some retaliation you fondled them, pinching and kneading. Mikey’s eyes followed them as he kicked off his underwear.
When he gripped your waist you figured he was going to climb on you.
You didn’t expect him to quite literally turn you around and manuveour you onto all fours.
This wasn’t an usual pose for Mikey, it’s not to say he didn’t indulge in it but he preferred to watch you ride him or to be so sweetly spooned against you. This felt, primal. He still seemed unsatisfied that he couldn’t watch you, so he improvised.
Once again wrapping an strong forearm around your waist he took you towards a small dresser that had a mirror. Your wide eyes were comical at this point, this was so unlike him and yet you found yourself so insanely turned on by it. He nudged your legs apart with his foot, hand on your lower back he guided himself in with his other.
That initial burn would never stop being your favorite and Mikey had full view of your eyes leaving their sockets. That gravely churr startled you, his usually didnt run that deep more along the lines of a pleasant purr. You clenched around him and his mouth hung open. That very sensation was something he could dream about awake. He had that feeling committed to memory, often times trying to replicate it with his hand whenever he missed you.
“Jesus fucking hell, Mike please move” You rested on your forearms, trying to move back against him but he held a firm hand on your lower back denying it. He remained quiet, you whined. “Please babe, please I want it so bad” Your eyes drifted to the mirror catchi. Mikey’s heated gaze and grin, he was definitely eating this display up.
He leaned over you, mouth close to your ear. “If... if I start I’m gonna keep going until you’re filled up with my cum” He tested his words by starting to move, hands gripping your waist tightly. The relief that washed over you was immediate, this angle was always a weak point for you so you knew lasting would be difficult.
Then Mikey slammed into you with enough force to rattle the dressed and it’s contents. Your mouth opened in a silent gasp, you watched how consumed he was feeling you. “Oh fuck Mikey, that’s so good” You felt him pulse inside of you, always one for praises this one.
“You’re gonna take it for me? Mhm?” He thrusted hard, demanding. You threw your head back, a blissed out grin breaking out on your face. “God yes, all of it baby, fill me up” You moaned, more so when he wrapped his arm across you chest and held you against his hard plastron. “Yes you are, you’re gonna take it all, every last drop” He shoved his finger into your mouth, pace quickening, churring nonestop.
He continued his words, each one making you hotter, the two of you were going to be a blushing mess after this. “Gonna fill you up, knock you up” He grunted against your ear, the angle was slightly uncomfortable but you were too lost in the lust to bother. You nodded trying to say ‘yes yes yes’ with his thick digit in your mouth.
Mikey felt you tighten sonfuffcatingly hard that you hit down pretty hard on his finger. He took it out just as you started to scream with your pent up release. “That’s my giiiirl” He groaned against you, slamming two more times before spilling himsel in you. It felt never ending, each spurt deep within, Mikey’s short hard thrust making slump forward in his arms. “Fu-uck Mike” You voice shook, legs trembled as he emptied himself inside of you. He remained there, buried so far in, loving the mixture of his mess and yours.
Mikey bit down on your shoulder, hips starting to move again, his member twitching back to life. Your eyes shot open, watching him through the mirror. He kept you against him, this time by gripping both your breast.
His previous statement swam inside your foggy brain.
It was quiet in the lair, something that was a rarity in your times of knowing the guys you've come to call friends. It has been a happy time in your life knowing and loving the four mutants that have protected and kept you safe, welcoming you into their mix match family and them into yours.
But, one in particular always made your heart flutter and stomach twist with heat in his passing. It was almost comical how much power he had over you without him even eluding to knowing. He was aloof and shut off at times but, in the small moments he showed his true self you felt such an absolute connection it made your heart soar.
Taking advantage of the abnormal quiet you slipped into the Dojo, taking a breath of the freshly lit incense that invaded your senses. It made you calm instantly, the scent and the space as it always had, but upon opening your eyes your heart started to pick up from its once calming pace.
You should have known he'd be in here. It was a couple hours after their training, all the other brothers were busy with their favorite activities why wouldn't Leonardo be doing one of his as well.
You watch as his body moved, flowed with ease over the bamboo matt. His impressive stature, hulking form and muscles that could leave a man dead with one flex of a finger all moved fastidiously across the Dojo.
He told you once they were called katas. The way he made it look was almost as if he was dancing. Fluid and grace in his footing and movements, like water over rocks, mountainous waves hitting a placid beach. The combination of balance in strength and beauty you found in watching it was hard to compare. It was absolutely breathtaking.
You found yourself being pulled into the open space. The warm lighting inviting you in as his body called to you. Your eyes unable to tear away from him and the fluidity of his movements. Never have you known a man to move in such beauty as he did and yet hold so much strength. It was tantalizing in ways you held to yourself only at night, alone under your sheets as you thought of him.
A strike of heat rose to your cheeks from your belly and you could feel his eyes lift to yours. The blue of his gaze holding you in place as a slow grin spread across his lips. His body bare of gear, tape, or bindings. It was as naked as you'd ever seen him. The only article of clothing was a pair of loose drawstring pants that hung so dangerous low on his hips your felt your throat run dry.
Again, the heat in your belly twisted and his gaze returned to you.
You felt as though you were the one being watched now as he went to his weapons on the wall, freeing them from their shealth. The sound was glorious as the iron gleamed under the paper lights. He seemed almost smug in his strides as he went back to the middle of the Dojo's floor. His stance wide as he opened his weapons before him, facing an imaginary attacker. You watched with intrigue as his strong fingers slowly gripped the hilts of his katana, twisting them with ease before leaping into the air.
His flips and movements were as fluid and beautiful as the dance of the katas. Just as graceful, just as magnificent as his grunts he expelled echoed around the large room.
Your knees felt weakened by his performance. Your eyes never wanting to stop roaming every inch of his body. The stretch of his leathery skin as it pulled taunt over his muscles. The exposed spans of flesh not covered by carapace or plastron. The absolute gorgeous coloring of emerald that shinned under the yellowish lighting as sweat started to gather against his brow. It was hard to call anything perfect but, he was close to. It was shameful he didn't even know it.
The soft sigh you let escape your lips as you watched him, feeling the heat of your body rise in the room must have distracted the terrapin enough.
He landed hard on his knee against the bamboo matt. The thud of his mammoth body giving you a shake through your feet as you lifted yourself from the wall you were leaned against in your gawking. The smell of incense shifted as a metallic scent twisted within it, making your heart race that much faster.
"Leo..." You gasp out, cautiously as he grunts softly, placing his weapons to the floor. The smallest amount of blood gathered on the tip of his blade as you rush to him, placing your hand on his shoulder. "Oh, shit. Are you ok?"
"I'll be fine..."
"Should I get..." You begin to state, getting to your feet to grab the nerdy brother to help but, Leonardo grasps your forearm in his hand, keeping you beside him.
"Medical kit on the wall, beside the weight bench. Grab that." He said slowly, calmly as you nod shifting your eyes quickly around the room. You rush to your feet seeing the med kit hanging on the wall, practically fall over him on your way back and opening the box with shaky hands. "I'm fine y/n..." He says with a small smile. "It was just a small cut."
"Where?" You asked looking over his arms and torso.
"My thigh..." He speaks gently still, his voice calming you as your eyes fall on blood soaked pant leg. The thin fabric soaking the blood up into it's fibers as your eyes retreat back to his. You swallowed down your dry throat, your eyes slowly meeting his as they fell back down to the wound.
"You could have nicked an artery..." You say with a shaky breath, noting how close the cut was to his groin as your fingers blindly search for something to clean the wound.
You worked carefully pulling the fabric away from the thin cut. His blood bubbling up from the thick skin of his muscular thigh already slowing as you grabbed some gauze and antiseptic.
"This may sting a little..." You say placing the gauze soaked in alcohol over the cut as the Leader hissed to the sting. You moved away the fabric from the cut, trying to see the cut better as he shifted on his knees.
"You may be able to get to it better if I remove my pants..." He offered, his voice low, coming from the depths of his chest as your eyes slowly drifted back up to his.
He moved slow and meticulous as his eyes never left yours, slipping his pants from over his hips. Your heart rammed hard in your throat as your watched his legs become bare. Your mouth dry as you attempted to swallow, noting the dark fabric of his briefs as he rested himself back on the mat.
"That will definitely help..." Your voice is a stranger to you, betraying your attempted at a cool behavior as you go back to your task of cleaning his wound.
The blood has slowed, coagulating inside the cut as your cleaned it with the alcohol. It was mercurous to watch their healing factors in play. But, the antiseptic still left the terrapin with a sting as you continued your work. "Here..." You said, letting your eyes meet his, as you lowered your head to the wound, letting your lips pout with the cool air of your breath blowing across it.
You watched as the Leader's body tensed keeping your eyes connected with his. You found it endearing to know he had some effect to this encounter as heat ignited inside your body. A soft rumble left his chest, your eyes opening to his darkening with a new look you've never seen the leader take on.
Your hands slide over his leg, feeling the muscles bunch and flex under your palm as you place the gauze over the wound. "Feel better?" You ask cautiously as Leo takes a slow breath in. You can't help but watch his impressive shoulders and span of his chest rise and fall with the breath he takes.
"I do. Thank you." He says his voice still deep, falling into his chest as he spoke making the heat run rampart throughout your body.
"What happened?" You ask, placing the items back into the med kit as he chuckles to himself.
"I got distracted..." He says simply as your brow creases in concern, eyeing him from the side.
"Distracted how?" You ask, wondering if maybe you shouldn't have come in here at all...
"You." It was so easy and yet unnerving to hear. You were the distraction but, why? Your face must have said it because he was able to answer you easily. "You have a distinct smell... Especially when you're, around me." He started as you felt your insides twist. He could smell you? You wondered for how long, if he always could? Your mind raced with times and places that you had looked at him and felt heat rush and your pheromones run rapid. His hand slowly lifted to your face, the feeling of his calloused palm against your cheek was maddening. You wanted to imprint it there forever and never have another man touch your cheek. It was his now.
"H-have you always been able to..."
"Yes." He said without hesitation as heat rose once again, pooling between your legs. You watched as his nostrils flared and took you in, making you even more infatuated by what this meant.
"You can smell me right now?" You asked, slowly getting into your knees as he watched you intently. His eyes never leaving yours.
"I can." He said, his voice rumbling once more with that inhuman growl in his chest. Animalistic nature absolutely taking control as his eyes darkened as they bore into yours.
"So, y-you already know that... I'm wet from watching you..." Your courage showing itself, if for anyone it should be for him. His tongue slowly ran along his bottom lip as he nodded his head.
"Yes." His words were barely words anymore with growling undertones from deep within his chest. "I could smell your growing arousal as you watched me. It was very distracting... Obviously." He smirked, motioning towards his wound. You looked back to the wound watching as his erection grew within his briefs.
"You're distracting..." You repeat as your eyes lock back to his. His smirks still intact as his hand lifts to your cheek, grazing his knuckles softly against it.
"I'm not going to do this with you in here..." He says simply lifting to his feet and outstretching his hand to yours. "My Father would have my head if I defiled you or this room." He chuckled as you rose to your feet. His hand gently stroked your cheek with his thumb as you fell into his large chest. Your hands lifting to his shoulders roaming across his glorious skin.
"So you'll defiled me elsewhere?" You ask playfully with an arched brow as he smirks.
"We've waited this long, yes? I think you can wait a little longer for me..." His voice challenging as your eyes narrowed on his.
"What if I can't?" You breathe as he chuckles gently.
"You will." He commands, curling his hand around your scalp. Your body shifting closer to his as his other hand wraps tightly around your waist. Your gasp, feeling his still hardened length press into you, wanting more.
"Please..." You shamelessly beg, his smile lifting back to his beautifully scared lips.
"No." He says, denying you anymore of his touch as he picks up pants. "It's nearing the time for our patrol." His eyes darting above your head at the clock placed above all the equipment littering the brick walls. "Go home but, leave your bedroom window unlocked." He says placing his pants back over his body, shielding himself from your gawking view.
"What if I don't?" You challenge as his hand clasps back around your neck, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.
I onow you peobably have alot in your inbox but dang man if you aint the person for this. I just want some badass/cut throat reader x gentle/secretley a freak in the sheets/ stuttering donnie headcannons. My life would probs be complete at this point
Gosh darn it this is so up my alley and I’ve got the ideas running through my head so I gotta deliver
Some headcanons for y’all and even better cause I’m in a Don mood
I love this song honestly, like the very idea of badass, take names, will kick your ass if your hurt their bae s/o and just their precious precious nerd boy who so is a freak in the sheets
Listen you are no person in distress, like y’all probably met while you were brawling with the foot cause these jerks ain’t getting your shit
Don helps (cause you don’t even let him properly save you) and that man swoons. Seeing you take them on and actual hold your own!
Needless to say it’s love at first sight
His brothers are so bewildered, you two really are the definition of opposites attract but Don loves that, sure he’d figured if her ever had the chance to experience a relationship he’d want a nerd like himself
Oh no no, he’s so smitten with you, hearts basically come out of his ass the first time you stand up to Raph when starts raggin on Donnie (even if it’s playful bullying amongst his brothers) you won’t stand for it
You absolutely LIVE for making him a flushed stuttering mess
An incoherent noise leaves him one day one he fixes something for you and you thank him by smacking his rear and saying Thanks
Sitting on his lap if he’s mid work or mid conversation even if it’s just to scroll on your phone, that one never fails to make him so giddy and nervous
Greeting him with a kiss that robs him of thought, you love doing it in front of his brothers
Gassing him up! Showing him off! Stating facts like “well of course Don is right, he’s smart, he’s knows xyz like the back of his hand” and lord if you do this all with a stern voice because anybody is doubting him, HES DONE FOR
He’s so gentle and caring with you though, even if you’re not a big fan of being treated like some porcelain doll. You know it’s his nature, you see it in the way he treats his projects.
Running a loving caress down your back, soft but comforting grips to your shoulders. Donnie fucking loves kissing your temple or the top of your head.
His love language is acts of service so expect him fixing or helping with whatever you need and even if you don’t like asking for it you appreciate how he goes out of his way
But while Don is shy and sweet, and you’re brash and outspoken
Boy does this lad do a 180 in the bedroom though that leaves you absolutely speechless
He takes charge, there’s a gleam in his eye that states he’s gonna wreck your shit in the most delicious of ways.
The first time Donnie pins your hands above your head and spends 45 minutes teasing you, bringing you closer and closer and suddenly stopping, all with a shit eating grin that you never expected and even having the guts to say “be a good girl/boy/darling and maybe you’ll get to cum”
He loves pulling you in for a hug while others are around and saying some of the filthiest of things to your ear for you and only you to hear and then he’s back to regular shy Don like nothing
There’s a look he gives you whenever ever you get heated and argue with anybody, and you know it’s the lool he gives you that’s just says he’ll fuck the anger out of your once you’re both alone
How about 30 and 31 with a classic dorky stuttering Donatello and a fem reader who just wants to smootch the terrapin xp
Coming right up! I know the trope of nerdy man is in love and shows trough gifts and acts of service is super old but I am a sucker for it and Donnie is just perfect for the job! Thank you for the suggestion ♡
Happy Birthday!
Donatello vs Fem!Reader
It was a pleasant and warm night on that Friday. The streets were full with anonymous smiles and being just one among them gave you an amazing feeling of peace. It was your birthday and you always liked that day, especially after leaving your parent’s house and creating your own traditions: now, every time that day came you left home for a quiet evening stroll to enjoy the rising of the stars.
Back in your apartment, you sighed as you grabbed your keys and realized that for the first time in all those years celebrating alone you missed someone’s company... Donatello had told you that he and his brothers had an arrangement that shouldn't be postponed… nor explained. You knew what that meant: the city needed protection more than you needed company and that was a bitter truth.You entered your apartment thinking of his promise of making up to you but as you turned the lights on and thought of the possibility of finally confessing…
“SURPRISE!”
You gasped and jumped at the sigh of all of those people at your apartment, there they were: all the four terrapins and their human companions wearing party hats and party blowers gathered around a table filled with pizza slices and a huge chocolate cake, the ceiling was covered with balloons of all colors and a banner written “Happy birthday Y/N” on it. You almost had no time to contain the happy tears forming in your eyes as Michelangelo swept you off the ground and held you tight in a big bear hug.
“Happy Birthday, Angelcakes!” He said kissing your cheek, you returned his affection and once he placed you on the ground again you enjoyed the greeting of all your friends. Once you hugged April and did your best to contain your tears, she secretly whispered on your ears:
“It was Donnie’s idea. He’s too shy to say it out loud but he did everything to make it perfect.”
Awkwardly standing in the corner of the room, waiting for his time to greet you, Donatello held something in his hands that you quickly identified as a tiny box wrapped in purple paper. You approached him with a big smile and watery eyes and he held you tight and close, placing his head on top of yours and slightly sniffing your hair, he always did that and you knew he thought you didn’t notice it. The hug latest forever and yet not enough and as he let you go you placed your hands on his cheek and stroke it lightly:
“I know this is your idea. Thank you… This is the best birthday party I could ask for.”
“O-Ooh! Well, Leo helped! And of course Master Splinter allowed our day off so of course this isn’t exactly all my merit b-but…” He stuttered avoiding your eyes and in a brief moment of silence you placed a small kiss on his cheek, way too close to his mouth.
A teasing laughter came from behind you as Michelangelo sang a song about trees and kisses and you saw Donatello’s face go sour, stabbing his brother with his eyes.
“Can we go somewhere else?” He said firmly, gracefully ignoring Mike's teasing.
“Of course!” You answered and guided him to your balcony, impressed by his new founded attitude.
“I’ve made you something.” He almost whispered as he handed you the tiny box. Once you opened its content made you gasp: an elegant bracelet made of what looked like stainless steel, embellished by a locket with a sculpted turtle in metal.
“Donnie! This is beautiful…”
“Oh! Did you like it? Great! I’ve made it myself!” He gave you a childish smile of pride “It has an emergency button underneath! So you can use it to call for me-us! U-uh… When you need help. I also think you should know it has a tracking device but I solemnly swear that I will only use when and if you activate it! I would never… You know! I don’t wanna stalk you, please don’t think of me as one of those creep men! Turtle? Uh, well…” He clears his throat awkwardly and you are still admiring your gift.
“Would you help me put it on?” You said, offering your wrist and the bracelet. He held your arm so delicately you felt as paper and once the bracelet was on you took this opportunity to hold his hands, gazing deeply in his eyes and couldn’t control as your eyes dropped to his lips, together now in this amazing moment of intimacy, you leaned forward hoping to finally-
“Y/N!” He said, suddenly waking you up from your transe “I-I… I need to tell you something! I know we have been friend all this time but I can’t no longer hide the fact that I have feelings for you and of course you probably know that because I am terrible at hiding that, well, uh… Well I am sorry If that may come as a surprise I guess maybe you also could have not noticed right?”
"Can you please just kiss me now?" You whispered, hoping your worlds could end his rambling.
“...And well I know it’s a lot to ask knowing I am so different from you and our lives are so- Wait what did you say?”
"If you don't shut up and kiss me right now I swear to god..." You teased, holding his face kindly and bringing your lips together. Finally joined in a passionate kiss, you felt his strong arms holding you close to his hard plaston and hypnotized by the silkiness of his lips against yours you remembered of all those years you spent your birthday happily on your own and realized that from now on… You didn’t want to spend another day without him.
I see a new prompt list! Could I ask "Do you mind repeating that? I wanna hear you say my name again." And "Don’t be shy. I know you can take it like champ." (If it’s cool combining two) with bay Mikey and a fem!reader.
So… Uh… *clears throat* this got a bit out of hand hehe… It turned out way more smutty than initially planned… Guess I am in a Mikey mood. Hope you like it! ♡ Thank you so much for the incredible amount of support ♡
Urge
Michelangelo vs fem!reader
Warning: SMUT, +18. MINNORS DO NOT INTERACT!
How long would it take for him to finally break? How long would you have to keep pushing, provoking, teasing to the edge of your own limit until he finally pressed you against a wall and filled you with his full length? How long you still had to wait to hear him groaning in your ear, feel his hot heavy breathing against your neck?
You couldn't deny that his resistance until now was a little bit unexpected, Michelangelo always seemed like someone who would pick up the smallest signs of interest and run with it to the bedroom but until this very day, all your implicit and explicit trials were met with a flirty smile and a dismissive attitude. Maybe he felt intimidated, maybe he wasn't into you... Maybe he actually didn't understand your real intentions to this day? No, absolutely no. If there was still a small chance Mikey had uncertainties about your uncontrollable urge to be railed by him, those doubts would be completely clarified... Today.
The mini skirt and the high neck shirt were over the top but you had already decided that you would bet with your dignity tonight and if this last attempt wasn't fruitful, well… At least you could say you did your best.
The widened eyes that greeted you as you walked the lair were the perfect sign your outfit sent the right message and the unmistakable stutter in Leo's voice when he answered you where Mikey was also gave you the missing bust of confidence.
You busted the door of his room feeling the heat between your legs getting more and more preeminent, Mikey was laid in bed reading a comic you didn't have the time to distinguish. He received you with the same smirk that teased you all those weeks prior and this time you were not going home thirsty.
"Dawn baby, are you single?" He said, putting his comic down. You closed the door behind you and hopped in bed making a conscious effort to flash the orange panties you were wearing underneath the mini shirt. You saw him gag once you climbed his lap without any ceremony and placing both hands in his cheeks you plead your last favor:
"Fuck me. For God's sake, Mikey, just fuck me already."
His shocked expression was immediately replaced by a wide mischievous smirk that made your skin crawl.
"Took you long enough, don't you think?" He answered, already lifting your skirt to squeeze your but cheeks.
"... WHAT?" You said, filled with the rage of knowing you were being played with while mutually trying to suppress a visceral moan while he held you booty tight.
"I was teasing you, Baby… I needed you really wet and bothered when you finally decided to beg for my attention." He mocked you, taking your shirt off.
"What the fuck, Michelangelo!" You shouted, outraged with his game. You didn't even had the time to get mad at him, because just as the words let your mouth you felt his fingers glide through your panties, pressing the sensible pearl between your legs making your next sound a suppressed moan.
"Do you mind repeating that? I wanna hear you say my name again." Mikey asked as he drew small circles in your precious spot. You bit your lip arching your back, the suppressed horniness making your body tremble.
He removed your bra, kneading your breast with his free hand, he then held you closer by the waist taking one of your nipples with his mouth, sucking the tip gently as if he was tasting you. This time your moan could not be suppressed and the sound made him chuckle lightly, he slowly glides your soaking wet panties to the side, feeling the raw skin of your labia with his tick digits, the pressure in between your legs starts to build and your open mouth is drying in contact with the air.
He teases your entry with his fingers for a while as you try to contain your urge to just seat in his finger so you can be filled, you can feel his smiling against your breast, still playing with your nipples with his tongue and lips.
"It looks like I may have left you waiting for too long, Babycakes… You're so wet I can smell you from here." As he teased you once again that night,you felt his finger slide inside you and the feeling of the fiction in your walls made you hold a scream of pleasure.
"...f-fuck…" Was all you could say after some incomprehensible sounds left your mouth.
"You're so tight, Y/N…" Mikey said, biting your neck slightly and sucking vigorously your pulse "... but don’t be shy. I know you can take it like champ."
You felt his finger press that perfect spot inside you and just as you felt your release getting closer and closer, he took his finger off you.
"WHAT THE FU-" You started your complaint but he had already opened his zipper and released his member off his pants. It was big, hard and throbbing and you were so hypnotized by the side that when he raised you effortlessly in the air and placed you right on top of his member you screamed in surprise.
The pleasure was immeasurable. The amazing stretch, the feeling of being utterly filled and the grip of your walls against his hot dick made you see stars.
The next minutes were filled with your moans and his groans, the air thickening with each stroke and the unmistakable noise made by his bed as you ride him to oblivion.
Once he started to simultaneously pinch your nipples lightly you knew the pressure in your lower belly was about to be released, he kept the ritm firm and gentle and when your last moan announced your orgasm, he plead:
"Kiss me."
So you did and as your lips collapsed so did your legs and with his large member buried deep inside you, you came. Mikey followed after more two or three pumps and the feeling of his hot seed against your thighs and inside your pussy made you shiver.
You fell in the mattress right next to him, painting like you ran a marathon. He looked at you and smiled, holding you close to his chest.
"I've waited for this… for so long." You gasped for air, feeling his hard shel against your cheeks.
"I am sorry for keeping you waiting." He confessed "I promise I'll make it worth it."
