𝟐𝟖 | 𝐩𝐚𝐧 | 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 | polyglot | artist, professor, ballerina | 𝟐𝐤𝟑, 𝟐𝐤𝟕, 𝟐𝐤𝟏𝟐, 𝐁𝐚𝐲: 𝐋𝐞𝐨, 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐡, 𝐃𝐨𝐧; 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐞: 𝐋𝐞𝐨, 𝐃𝐨𝐧; 𝐦𝐦: 𝐋𝐞𝐨 ; finally a blog dedicated solely for the turt bois after all these years, to support all the amazing creators. est. 22/8/2023.
Hi, I go by eph as in ephemeral. haven’t updated my profile for so long like a year lol I’ve grown so much since then (healing, inner peace & soul journey-wise) the cringe of noticing my false ego at play. essentially I completely lost the motivation to create since a few years ago and I still hv no urge to prove to anyone but myself, but this blog is my safe space and safe haven where I honour the arts and work of the creators I look up to and admire.
(I don’t suffer from as much anxiety response from engagements rn but lowkey bonding w/ mutuals and creators makes me nervous bc I love all of your works sooooo much but please do know that I love y’all so, so much)
Will later transfer my works to ao3 as well and post more of my archives of oneshots soon, perhaps, when I got the energy to. (which I still haven’t after 1.5 years)
#eph art for my art rehab. was on day 39 or so but I stopped for a while, cuz anxiety triggered the last time. will resume posting soon.
the leader in blue, in whichever iteration, is my absolute fav, with 03’ leo being my ideal type/pick/partner (I would die for him)
Something about passing on the torch down to another leader in blue. Bequeathing the legacy to another incarnation of city protectors residing in the perhaps far more interconnected underground world. Does me something.
rise leo is my muse…
have I ever mentioned I have a soft spot for all leos
I have a soft spot for all leos
pls protect them from breaking thru a window at all costs
one-shots here are more plot-centred single chapter stories.
disclaimer: all turtles in my nsfw fics are aged up with their personalities retained and mindsets and experiences grown. otherwise it doesn’t really matter in terms of sfw fics. it’s x reader not x me, per se.
𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲
rise!donnie x gn reader | sfw suggestive | 0.5k oneshot
donnie infodumps you a random piece of info about raspberries.
𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝
2k7!leo x fem reader | sfw hurt/comfort & fluff | 2.2k oneshot
it’s that unbearable time of the month and you feel like you’re dying. fortunately leonardo has dropped by your place.
𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞 (𝟏𝟖+)
03!/2k7!/bay!raph x fem reader | nsfw fluffy explicit smut | 4.14k oneshot
raph is on a mission to something new tonight, and the mission is bearing on his self-restraint. but he’s got to have it completed when it’s all about you. cw in the post.
♡happy 4/14 birthday to our raphie boy♡
𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 (𝟏𝟖+)
bayverse!raph x fem reader | fluff & nsfw | 1.3k imagine turned oneshot
raph sniffing and smelling you and inhaling your scent like he can’t breathe without it. …yes that’s the plot.
𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬 (𝟏𝟖+)
2k7!leo x fem reader | hurt/comfort & fluff nsfw | 5.8k oneshot
leo’s always been so, so gentle with you, and it’s not until the day he returns in fury does “helping him to destress” means more than it does literally.
you know leo’s pet name game is strong. him calling you different nicknames in Español w/o bothering if you understand or not. he’s sure you know how sweet it sounds from the saccharine tone of his. not that you’d complain tho cuz he sounds cute af.
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤
rise!leo x gn reader w/ very long hair | fluff | 1.5k oneshot
leo always finds himself playing with your hair, not that you’re complaining tho.
𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 (𝟏𝟖+)
rise!leo x fem reader | nsfw fluff smut | 3.5k oneshot
leo has always been clingy af and you know that firsthand.
Meanwhile, drabbles and ficlets under this category often prioritise euphony and imagery over narratives.
𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫
general verse turtle of choice x gn reader | hurt/comfort | 0.4k ficlet
your turtle comforts you over a panic attack.
𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
bayverse!leo x gn reader | pure fluff | 0.4k ficlet
leo struggles. yes, you heard me right, this man still struggles. afterall, you’re in his life.
Leo hugging Donnie and telling him how proud he is after Donatello literally saved every version of the Turtles… I’m not crying, you’re crying. This is peak brother content.
prompt: kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing
fandom: Rise of the TMNT
relationship: Donnie x gn!reader | established relationship
category: 🌸 fluff
warnings: none
word count: ~910
A/N: this is also one of my favourites (as you can tell by the word count, i’m biased lol) so i really hope you’ll like this one!<3
Donnie has been at the lab for a whole day at least. Probably even yesterday. You don’t even know if he slept at all last night.
The brothers have tried everything to get him to rest, but to no avail. At this point, the purple clad turtle is irritable, cranky, and probably over-caffeinated. He needs a break. And when they call you for help, you’re set on getting him to at least have a nap.
When you arrive at the lair, you can already hear an argument between Leo and Donnie, where the latter claims that he's having a stroke of genius and he cannot afford to lose this roll he’s on, while his brother tries to stop him from ingesting any more energy drinks, but Donnie keeps producing them out of seemingly thin air.
Just as you enter the lab, you pass a very annoyed Leo, who perks up a little to greet you but grumbles to himself as he leaves you to deal with your boyfriend. You find him with his goggles on, tinkering with a device, several wires coming out of it connected to the giant computer built into the wall, and he types with one hand as he adjusts a screw with the other, the device held up by his shell’s robotic arms.
“Donnie.” He doesn’t react immediately; you have to call him again, louder this time, and he finally responds by calling out your name without turning around. You step up next to him to watch what he’s doing.
“Excellent timing,” he says. One of the robotic arms grabs some nearby protection goggles and places them on your nose with exact precision, shielding your eyes from the light as he welds some parts together.
Once he's done, you push the goggles away and gently grab his shoulder, tugging on it to make him turn around, but he doesn't budge.
“Donnie,” you say again, as a warning this time. And he knows that tone well.
“Don’t tell me – my traitorous brothers snitched on me and now you're here to stop my genius, but ha-ha! You can't! For now that the creative juices are really flowing, I can tap into my full brilliance without obstructions. I'm on fireee.”
“That’s not the genius, Donnie, that's the caffeine and lack of sleep starting to short-circuit your brain,” you say, and grumbles something under his breath, saying you're also about to betray him, so you tug on his shoulder again, managing your sweetest pleading voice. “Just look at me Donnie, only for a second. Please?”
He begrudgingly sets down his tools, his body and mind torn; as much as he wants to keep working, you're the one other thing that usually occupies his brain other than the thousand blueprints and ideas he has. So he can't deny you when you ask him like that, especially with those puppy eyes of yours.
Donnie sighs, making it longer and louder just to get his point across, but eventually turns to face you, and your hands hold his face momentarily before pushing his goggles up.
“Yikes,” you remark with a grimace as you're met with his blown out pupils and dark bags under his eyes.
“That bad?” he asks.
“Yes. You sir, need a nap.”
“I don’t need sleep, I need answers!”
A little laugh escapes you at his reference, and you lovingly smush his cheeks between your hands. “No. You need a nap. And a shower. And some water, for goodness’ sake.”
Donnie grumbles again, unable to form words with how you're holding his face. So you let go, and he stomps his foot like a kid throwing a tantrum.
“But I’m almost done? Just ten more minutes.”
“Nope. C’mon.” You take his hand and intend to guide him out of the lab, but he pulls you back instead, turning you around so you're leaning back against the console. Without warning, his lips crash on yours. It takes you by surprise; making out with Donnie is usually reserved to closed off rooms and only under specific circumstances. But you're not about to start complaining, so your hands travel up his plastron and around his shoulders as he angles his head further.
You’re thoroughly enjoying the unexpected kiss, when you hear some clacking behind you. There's only one hand around your waist, meaning that other is…typing on the console?! You open your eyes to see that his eyes are open, focused on the monitor behind you.
“Seriously?!” you ask incredulously, annoyed but also strangely endeared by his antics. He's about to start with more excuses, but you cut him short, taking off his goggles and grabbing the tool he's already picking up, leaving it all on the table. “No, bad.” You point at him and poke his chest. “Seriously, we’re worried about you. The project isn’t running away. You can come back to it later.” Without waiting for an answer, you grab both his hands and walk him out of the lab and into his room.
“But just one hour,” Donnie makes you promise as you help him take off his shell.
“I’ll set a timer,” you say, fully knowing that you'll let him sleep for as long as he needs to.
The moment his head hits the pillow, you can already tell his eyes are starting to droop. “This doesn't prove anything,” he already slurs his words, and you tuck him in.
“You big baby,” you say lovingly, giving him one last kiss on the forehead. “G‘night.”
# 𓂃𓈒 ﹑ ── how would they react to you calling them “daddy” | NSFW🔞
₊˚‧︵‿꒰୨ leo ୧꒱‿︵‧˚₊
his face softens immediately at the term 'daddy', as rare genuine smile spreading across his features while he pulls you closer possessively.
—fucking cute...—he murmurs softly—, keep calling me that and see what happens —his hand moves to gently squeeze your ass.
—what would happen, daddy~?
his eyes darken with desire at your teasing tone, his grip on your ass tightening.
—you really wanna know, sweetheart? —he leans in close, his warm breath ghosting over your ear—. i’ll bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you senseless, calling me 'daddy' the whole time.
₊˚‧︵‿꒰୨ donnie ୧꒱‿︵‧˚₊
he looks up from his computer, his eyes widening slightly at the sound of you calling him "daddy". a faint blush creeps up his cheeks as he sets his computer aside, giving you his full attention.
—oh? and what does my pretty girl need, hmm? —he asks with a soft smile, patting his lap invitingly.
—just wanted to spend some time with you, daddy~ —you say with a smirk on your face as you sit on his lap.
he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he leans back in his chair. his fingers trace idle patterns on your stomach as he presses a gentle kiss to your neck, gripping your ass.
—well, i always have time for my favorite girl...~
₊˚‧︵‿꒰୨ raph ୧꒱‿︵‧˚₊
his eyes narrow as a smirk plays on his lips while he turns to face you.
—baby, i swear to god if you keep calling me 'daddy' like that...—he trails off while his voice drops lower—, i’m gonna lose my mind right here.
—and what about that, daddy~?
he growls low in his throat, dropping the remote and striding over to you, then he scoops you up into his arms, making you squeal.
—you are asking for it, princess —he tosses you over his shoulder, spanking your ass hard. the sound of the slap echoes through the lair as he carries you toward his bedroom, his hand resting possessively on your ass—. keep talkin' to me like that and I'll show you exactly what happens —he kicks the door open, tossing you onto his bed as his massive frame hovers over you—, you wanna say it again? huh?
₊˚‧︵‿꒰୨ mikey ୧꒱‿︵‧˚₊
he turns to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief and surprise.
—d-daddy? really now? —he chuckles, leaning in closer to you—. i like the way that sounds coming from you —he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer—. keep calling me that, sweetheart.
—you like that, huh? yeah daddy? —you reply, running your hands across his biceps.
mikey grins, feeling your hands on his arms. he flexes a little—not to show off, but because you're making him feel good, you know? and his brothers would never let him hear the end of this if they walked in.
—oh you're playing dirty now, huh? —he watches your hands slide over his biceps, his cock tightening slightly.
—are you getting hard by just me calling you daddy~?
mikey nods, biting his lip to hold back a moan.
—fuck yeah, baby. just hearing that word from your lips is making me hard as fuck —he presses his growing erection against you, his hands gripping your hips firmly.
MDNI! Headcannons on how the Bay!turtles (separately) hatefuck.
This one's a doozy so strap in
Tags: Bay!tmnt x reader, fem reader, PIV, no protection, oral- f!receiving (Leo), size diff (Raph), creampies, overstim, mating press (Donnie), nasty smut, dw it ends well, atrocious punctuation, not proofread
Mikey
The two of you never got along well, for some reason the orange turtle’s excessive energy and insistence that you join in on ridiculous things just irked you. He equally disliked you downing on his fun, finding the way you rolled your eyes at his antics and your sarcastic quips irritating beyond belief; he felt like you were judging him for every little thing he was doing, whether that be eating or playing a game or training.
Mikey is utterly frustrated by your lack of amusement with him. The intensity of your gaze makes him feel perceived, and he hates it. You dislike his disregard for cleanliness on occasion, the messiness he’s prone to pisses you off, especially when you don’t particularly enjoy sitting on crumb covered surfaces. Mikey loathes the way you’re so friendly with his brothers, but seem to have an issue with him and only him. Deep down it’s based on insecurity, he’s afraid of being perceived as creepy or gross and constantly tries to put himself in the ‘harmless’ role; Mikey tries to be the one all about fun and if people dislike him he feels a weird sort of anxiety about it.
Despite trying to disregard it, Mikey is affected by the idea and gets into his head to the point where it amplifies the perceived negative feelings you have towards him. The tension bubbles up and eventually, you’re put in a very charged situation…
Mikey stormed into the room after you, huffing in frustration. You weren’t even listening to him. You took one look at him and dismissed him as beneath you, as though he were something you’d found on the bottom of your shoe and you wanted to throw away the pair.
“Mikey, quit fucking following me. I told you, I don’t need you accusing me of shit.”
“Accusing? Dude, I’m literally trying to have a conversation like a normal person. You’re the one making it hard to.”
“You’re so- no I’m not!” You scoffed at him, crossing your arms and glaring at him with that look he despised so much. Mikey took some steps closer, throwing his arms up to emphasise his irritation and his helplessness. He pointed at you.
“See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You never liked me from the start, you suck the fun out of everything. I’m just trynna chill and you come along and-and- make that face at me. Well. Forgive me if my kinda fun is not to your liking, your highness.” He sarcastically titled you, putting on a mocking accent. You groaned, looking at him with such disdain that he took another step forward to get right in your face and glare back.
“This is what I hate about you. You make everything about the way you see things. A look? Really? I mean, seriously, how the fuck is that a reason to hate me?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing, brah.”
“Shut up. Could you just shut it for a single second? All you do is get in my face and get in my way and make shit up about some sorta look. You’re so annoying. God, I didn’t find you that annoying at first but lately you’ve been driving me up a fucking wall.”
Mikey took another step closer. Both of you were breathing hard. Somewhere in his gaze he looked wounded, like your words had struck a sore spot. You hadn’t hated him at first. Fuck. The way you were looking at him now made him feel heady and stupid and annoyed and sad and suddenly he was kissing you, pushing you up against the wall and caging you in. You were kissing back.
Mikey rolled his hips, the thick stretch of his cock stirring your insides and producing the most obscene squelches. You were on your back on top of his bed, sheets crumpled beneath you. The tension between the two of you had built to a point where it had bypassed angry sex. Mikey was whimpering at the feel of your warm, tight pussy clamping down around the length of his dick, his arms were shaking and he could barely hold himself up on top of you. You were moaning into the crook of his neck. He’d been dribbling precum from his tip before he’d even pushed an inch into you and you could feel the creamy swab of his head hitting deep each time he pushed his hips down. Your pussy was soaking, you’d never known you were capable of getting this wet; the pearly semi-translucent liquid had long since coated the insides of your thighs and smeared onto Mikey’s thighs too. And not just his thighs, you were dripping onto his sheets with each slow thrust, shuddering at the feeling of a thousand nerve endings firing at once. You were certain you couldn’t form words if you tried, twitching and bucking your hips up to meet the way he fucked into you.
“Ah- fuck. Pretty. Look at me, pretty. Please, please look at me.” One of Mikey’s hands slid down to cup your face, looking down to watch the way his cock stretched you out as he sank into you before looking back up to your face with a pleading, helpless expression.
“Mi-key- Ohmygod, I” You were slurring your words, drunk off the delicious way his dick filled you up and made your gummy walls squeeze down to glue him to you.
“You don’t hate me now, right? You’re not- not- mad?” Mikey pressed his forehead to yours, screwing his eyes shut and gasping out a moan as he felt your legs try to wrap around him and keep him close.
“No ‘m not mad. ‘M sorry. I wasn- ohhh fuck, I didn’t mean to.” You had tears at the corner of your eyes, clutching onto him for dear life as you felt the pleasure building up in your lower stomach. Mikey felt the way you tensed and your words brought him to the edge so quickly he felt winded. He increased the pace of his thrusts, pounding into your poor, spasming pussy in desperation. You don’t hate him, you didn’t judge him, he hadn’t done anything wrong. You even felt sad about the way he’d held such a negative view of you, sniffling as he fucked you so messily. You didn’t even care about the messiness, too focused on the way his plastron was brushing against your nipples and the sound of his desperate groans. Without warning Mikey slammed right up into you, the friction breaking the delicate tension that had been building in your lower gut and making your walls clamp down hard as you came. He thrusted once, twice, frantic little convulsions. His cum overflowed, dribbling out around where his flushed base was balls deep and onto the sheets below. Panting and tuckered out, he nuzzled into you and kissed the corners of your eyes. It was safe to say the hate had dispersed a little.
Leo
Leo had been skeptical of you ever since you’d been roped in on one of their missions. It had been an accident, but to him you’d handled it recklessly, choosing to fight instead of run and hide the second they’d been able to cover you.
In Leo’s eyes everything about you is just wrong, you talk back to him, have attitude for days and seem to want to get on his nerves on purpose. He’d even caught you laughing about how uptight he was with Raph, and you hadn’t even had the courtesy to stop when he’d made his presence known with a more than unimpressed look. You had just smirked, tilting your chin up with a smug, amused sort of expression that drove Leo crazy. You never listen.
You hate the way Leo acted like he had a rod permanently up his ass. He had told you off the very first day you’d met, and you’d felt embarrassed and anxious and that humiliated feeling had stuck with you. You hadn’t even done anything wrong. Leo’s pretentiousness pisses you off. Leo finally gets fed up with your brattiness and decides you need some teaching…
“Fuck- you!” You squealed at the way Leo flicked his tongue and latched onto your clit, the leader in blue had been eating you out for the past thirty minutes. You were gushing, unable to move to squeeze your thighs together with the way his heavy hands pushed your legs apart without effort. Leo pulled away, spit soaking your already soaked pussy. Your wetness had dripped down his chin and it glistened, mocking you with its vulgarity.
“Ah-ah. That’s not how you talk to me. Try again.” Leo dipped his head back down, kitten licking your folds before shoving his tongue in your pulsing cunt. The way he slurped at you, attempting to gouge out your insides with his tongue, forcing your thighs apart and stilling even the idea of movement made you whimper and try to wriggle your hips to get him to fuck you with his mouth. You had tears at the corners of your eyes with how long he’d denied you orgasm, your pride had been thoroughly shattered and you were whining his name.
“Leo, Leo, please! You’re so- so mean. You’re always so mean, I hate’t” You clawed at his hand on your thigh, trying to hold it, to get him to be sweet to you for once, to stop being so fucking stern and apologise. Leo spat into your pussy, licking once more to spread the wetness around. He pulled away when he heard your babbling and the way you sounded so teary, brow furrowed in confusion at your words; not once had Leo heard you sound like that, not once in the last half hour had you cracked like this.
“I’m mean? What happened to all the times you’ve treated me like a joke? I’m trying to be a good leader and you…” Leo blew a thin stream of cool air onto your hot, messy pussy as if to try to soothe the overstimulation you were feeling “…you try to argue with me on everything. You do it on purpose.” Leo sounded a little bitter, but he focused on slowly kissing the wet insides of your thighs. He couldn’t be petty. That was so stupid. He was meant to be the mature one, the one in control and yet bitterness bubbled up uncontrollably. You shivered when he blew at you, tendons in your thighs twitching under Leo’s hold.
“You were- were mean first. You got mad at me for- fuck- no reason.”
Leo pressed a sloppy kiss to your clit, causing your hips to buck up as best they could. He frowned. “I did, huh.” He pushed up, slowly kissing up your lower stomach, up your abdomen, in the valley between your tits. A teardrop had broken and rolled down your cheek, you sniffled and squirmed under his firm hold, needy and overwhelmed. Leo breathed out, feeling a little twist in his stomach and not just from the raging hard on he’d been sporting since he tasted you. His dick was throbbing, he’d dropped the second he pried your legs apart and had been painfully hard as he finger fucked you to get you dripping down his wrist. Leo felt his irritation dissipating at the way you looked so vulnerable, and he knew you weren’t lying with how out of character it was for you to act like this. He reached down to slap his cock against your clit a couple times, groaning lowly at how good it felt. You whimpered. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, kiss your temple and find your hand so he could hold it. “I’m sorry. If you were just- ah- acting out in retaliation I can’t blame you. It’s my duty to look out for everyone. I didn’t mean to hurt you, sweets.” You sniffled, wiggling your hips to try to get him inside already. You pulled him close, eyebrows pinched up wantonly as you pressed your lips to his in an open mouthed, heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue. Leo slid his tip along your folds, wetting himself with your slick and catching his head in your hole a few times; you both simultaneously moaned as Leo’s reddened, swollen tip slipped in. You gasped when he began to push his hips in, grinding your own in little circles to attempt to fit his length in your sopping pussy. He involuntarily thrusted, accidentally pushing himself all the way in and snapping his hips to connect his base to the hot, sticky mess that was dripping at the base of your cunt; you gasped and moaned into him, tears slipping down your cheeks at how good it felt.
“Oooohgod- Leo-“ you scratched at his arm with your free hand. He held your other hand in his own, an innocent gesture compared to the utterly depraved filth going on where your bodies connected. You gripped his hand tight when he began to move. “I’m shooo- fuck! sorry. I’m sorry for being so difficult, I’ll be good. Gon’ be so good.” Leo just whimpered in response to your words, feeling himself prematurely spurt a little. Yeah, all was definitely forgiven.
Raph
Raph is a hothead and a hardass for the most ridiculous of situations, and your rivalry started when you disagreed on how Leo needed to arrange the patrol rotas. In the end your schedule won out and Raph was left fuming over it. In his mind, you’re just an annoying little obstacle, something that needs to be weeded out. He finds any and all reason to argue with you, hating the way you walk and assert your ridiculous opinions and just you in general.
You find his irrational thinking infuriating, you both argue about the smallest of things. You glare at him more often than not and he tries using his height and size to intimidate you, looming over you and getting all up in your face when he’s angry. You especially hate when he does that and flaunts his size and strength in comparison to you, like he’s trying to make you feel small and weak. You both reach boiling point and things get heated…
Raph had been driving you up the wall all day. All week. All month- in fact, he’d been doing so for more than a month and hadn’t let up. He was petty, rage filled and seemed to think you were his outlet. You hated that. So why were you letting him now drive his dick deep into your guts, your face smushed against the pillows and ass up for him to grab onto? You couldn’t even remember how you got here, one minute you’d been yelling at one another and the next Raph had thrown you onto the nearest bed and pushed you into it. Raph was completely lost in the tightness of your pussy, stuffing you full with his stupidly big dick. He was so big inside you that your gooey walls were struggling to squeeze around him, fluttering helplessly to accommodate the sheer size of him. The red turtle had needed to prep you for god knew how long to even get to this point, and you’d been thoroughly fucked out before he’d even swiped his cock against the flooded mess between your legs. You were drooling into the pillow beneath you, helpless little ‘ah, ah’s torn brokenly from your throat every time Raph moved a centimetre. Raph groaned.
“Look at you. Makin’ me- shit, makin’ me have to go easy, sweetheart.” Raph pushed until the base of his cock was flush with the soaking, stretched entrance of your cunt. You let out a choked half-whine, scrabbling to clutch at something, anything that would ground you.
“Raph!“ You were whimpering. “You’re so big. I hate how you jus’ do that. I hachyou.”
Raph slowly pulled out until his tip was the only thing in your hot pussy. He looked down at the creamy ring around the base and the way his shaft was glossy with your wetness and almost came then and there. Cursing, he sloppily fucked back into you.
“You hate me. Yeah, I h-hate you too. Cocky lil’…” His words were cut off by the way your combined fluids dripped down onto the sheets. He slid one of his large, warm palms to your stomach to stabilise you and in the process felt the outline of his dick. He groaned, eyes wide and thighs shaking. “Fuck, you feel that? Me inside you. Not so high ’n mighty now, are we?” Raph’s hips stuttered and he slid his hand further down to rub at your clit as he rolled his hips into you again.
“I’ve got you right here.”
You were convulsing, two thrusts away from cumming on him. Your stomach felt weird, you reached back to clutch at him. He’d been trying to be gentle so as to not hurt your smaller frame but something in your gut was twisting in an unfamiliar way. “Raph, wait, pull out, I wanna- lemme- lemme sit on it. ‘Feels weird like this.”
Raph immediately complied, completely forgetting about any anger he was supposed to feel at the way you said ‘sit on it’. He repositioned so he was leaning against the headboard, large hands almost encircling your waist, thick fingers rubbing circles as you slowly sank down on him with a gasp. You began to grind your hips down the second he filled you to the hilt, tits bouncing as you tried in vain to ride him. He bucked his hips up in tandem, meeting your movements with his own little thrusts and stirring you up. His thumb moved to press to your clit and as he circled it you felt something similar to a dam breaking and a flood of cum. You spasmed, flopping forward on his plastron and squirting hard all over his lower half; you soaked the bed and his dick in the process. Raph fucked up into you the second he felt the gush of your pussy, stuffing you full of his thick, sticky cum immediately. It leaked out from you as you lay twitching atop him, and the two of you panted heavily. “Fuck- I didn’t know I could-“
“Guess you ain’t opposed to how big I am now, huh?” Needless to say with that Raph learned to be less of a brute and you learned to not mind how he used his size.
Donnie
Donnie is the most stubborn fool. He hated you the second you pointed out a flaw in one of his prototypes and took your constructive criticism as just criticism. What did you know about the kind of tech he dealt with? Nothing, and still you’d discovered an issue with his work. Donnie abandoned that project after that since he didn’t have an alternative go-around other than what you’d suggested, and he refused to use your criticism to improve his work.
He feels enormous amounts of disdain towards you after that. You equally hate his pompousness, he’s so condescending towards you without realising it. He throws shade left and right if you step a toe into his territory and you find it so frustrating. Eventually, you both can’t take the way your witty arguments bring up all kinds of pent up feelings…
“Again… just one more time…” Donnie’s glasses were askew and slightly cloudy, he was biting his lip as he looked down at where his cock filled your sloshing cunt. A nasty milky mixture of his and your cum had splattered across your thighs and he was struggling to keep his composure. He fucked into you, pushing your legs up so you were forced into a mating press of sorts. The stretch of his fat head probing your sticky insides was immeasurable, you were whining desperately. One of his tridactyl fingers moved down to your clit, teasingly rubbing in slow circles and building you up. You couldn’t even think, rocking your hips up to try and chase the feeling of him stuffing you.
“Ohmyfuckkk god- Don,” You babbled mindlessly, tensing up at the familiar feeling of your approaching orgasm. Donnie whimpered, groaning and panting in a way that made your pussy clench hard and flood once again. You squealed at the force of his dick hitting the spongy spot deep inside you, attempting to squirm up away from how good it felt, but Donnie wasn’t letting you move. He used his height to his advantage, tugging you down to meet his heavy, desperate thrusts as he rutted into you.
“Don’t- ah- don’t run. Can’t handle it?”
You whimpered, brow furrowing and eyebrows knitting together in frustration and arousal. “S-Shut up! Fuck, you’re so annoying. Self-important-“ you came before you could finish your sentence, convulsing and moaning into his shoulder. Donnie pulled out immediately, trying not to mourn the loss of your warm pussy clenching around him, angling your hips so he could watch your hole flutter around nothing. He watched, fascinated and struggling to not drool at the sight. His cock was twitching. It hit his lower plastron with a wet sound, a string of sticky arousal connecting from his tip to his stomach. You gasped as you came down from the sensations, weakly reaching up to try to grab hold of him; your nails dug into his forearm as your head lolled. Donnie cursed quietly, other hand reaching down to stroke himself with wet schlick sounds that made your face flush. You whined. “Donnie. Just. Fuck me properly.” He just nudged his precum-covered tip against your sensitive folds, mask ties resting on his chest and dropping down over you when he leaned over to get close again.
“You’re always telling me what to do… Shit, you’re so bossy. Think you know hahhh fuck- better than me?” Donnie’s voice cracked as he asked the question. He was gazing at how your pussy oozed when he pushed the head of his cock in. You whimpered, unable to respond with anything other than a shake of your head as Donnie eased himself back into your heat. You locked your legs around his hips; you were adamant on him staying inside this time, you’d had enough of the teasing and torment he’d been subjecting you to for the past hour and could only think about what it’d feel like to have him lose his already far gone composure if he came in you. He’d held himself back the last time and settled for desperately jerking his cum out onto your cunt rather than in it. He’d rambled something vaguely about refractory periods and used his fingers until he could fill you all the way up with him again. “Donnie, wan’ your cum. Please just stop teasing.” You had barely finished your sentence before the tall turtle slammed his hips to yours, thrusting into you with frantic plap-plap-plaps that had you moaning obscenely and clenching around him. You were still sensitive from your last orgasm and his needy thrusts were making your lower stomach tense and relax incredibly quick; you felt like he was trying to push you over the edge again. Donnie could feel the wetness coat him and he groaned as he clutched onto your hips and fucked you deep. He was wider at the base and it stretched you out each time his pelvis came into contact with yours; he bit his lip to keep from whining as he moved one of those huge, warm hands to your tits to pinch at your nipples and get you to buck your hips. You felt the second he started getting close, and tried squeezing him with your walls. Donnie cursed, creaming in you and completely crushing you into the mattress as he did so; he was utterly fucked out of his mind and the aftershocks sent little spasms through his body, he swore he went blind for a second. You had squirted, the overstimulation and feeling of him filling you up had made you leak pearly fluids all over Donnie’s lower stomach. He panted, half smiling and leaning down to kiss your forehead. He was so taking your advice more after this.
A/N I hope you guys like this! I'm not used to writing smut sooo yeah I have no clue how this turned out. Any interactions w the post are appreciated!(๑>•๑)φ
My Unpopular (But Realistic) Bay!Leonardo Relationship HCs,
Y'all are gonna hate me for this one, but...
I genuinely don't think Bayverse Leo would be the "perfect boyfriend" everyone writes him as.
LISTEN. LISTEN.....
I don't really lean into any of these headcanons when I write my own fanfiction.
But if we're talking realistically, based on his personality and everything we see in the movies, I think this is how he'd actually act in a relationship.
So... let's get into it…..
Would Leo love you? Absolutely. 100%
Would he be good at being your boyfriend? ...That's a completely different question....
He'd be incredibly loving, but not very attentive.
Leo's entire life revolves around responsibility. Protecting his family, training, planning, keeping everyone alive—his mind is constantly somewhere else.
There would be days where he genuinely forgets to text you back for hours because he's so consumed by whatever he's doing. Not because he doesn't care... but because his priorities have been hardwired a certain way since childhood.
He's 100% the type to cancel plans last minute..
SAY WHAT YOU WANT, BUT I KNOW I'M RIGHT. 😭
You could have a date planned for an entire week and an hour beforehand he'd hit you with:
"Hey, sorry, Something came up."
No explanation.
Because to him, if his family needs him, that's automatically the priority. He assumes you'll understand... even if it happens over and over again.
I don't think he's naturally a physically affectionate person.
Would he be Touch-starved? Yep.
Touchy though? Not really.
People confuse those two things all the time.
Leo craves affection because he's never really experienced healthy intimacy, but that doesn't mean he's constantly seeking it out.
In fact, I think he'd almost hesitate before accepting it.
Physical affection is vulnerable, and vulnerability has never exactly been encouraged in his life.
Over time? He'd absolutely learn to love it.
At first? He's awkward. You could touch him and he’d awkwardly tense up.
He's one of the most stubborn people you'll ever meet.
Once Leo decides he's right...Good luck changing his mind.
Arguments with him would be exhausting because he isn't someone who changes his opinion in the middle of a conversation.
Even if he realizes you have a point, his pride keeps him digging his heels in.
He's not apologizing first.
He's the type to cool off, come sit next to you three hours later, and say something like,
"I shouldn't have yelled..." ...before immediately following it up with,
"But I WAS right."
If he wants to hurt your feelings... he knows exactly how to do it.
Not physically. But Emotionally.
If you've trusted him with your insecurities, your fears, or the things that keep you up at night, he remembers every single one of them.
Normally, he'd never use that information against you.
But if he's angry enough? If he genuinely wants to win an argument?
I think he'd say something he knows will cut deep. And the second the words leave his mouth, he'd regret it. But he'd still have said it.
Communication is NOT his strong suit.
People forget Leo didn't grow up around normal social interactions.
He grew up in the sewers with his dad and three brothers.
He never learned how to communicate his emotions in a healthy way.
Instead of telling you something bothered him, he'd convince himself it wasn't worth mentioning.
Then he'd bottle it up.
Then he'd bottle up the next thing.
...and the next.
Until one random Tuesday you ask him an innocent question and suddenly he's bringing up something you did three weeks ago.
And you're just sitting there like—
"THAT'S what this is about??"
His identity begins and ends with being "the leader."
This is probably my biggest Bayverse Leo take.
Donnie has science.
Mikey has his creativity and optimism.
Raph has his strength and his passion.
But Leo's entire sense of self revolves around leading.
It's not just what he does.
It's who he believes he is.
Without that responsibility, I genuinely think he'd struggle to figure out who he is as a person.
And because of that...
Being a boyfriend wouldn't come naturally to him.
He knows how to protect.
He knows how to lead.
But simply existing in a relationship? Learning someone's love language? Talking through emotions? Being emotionally available?
Those are skills he'd have to learn.
And I honestly think that's what makes him such an interesting character.
He's capable of loving someone with his whole heart.
He just isn't automatically equipped with the tools to show it in the healthiest ways. :/
Imagine teasing Leonardo while he's out on patrol,
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Imagine,
Leo and his brothers were out on patrol, perched atop a weathered rooftop overlooking the city below. The skyline glittered beneath them, the streets alive with distant headlights and muffled sirens. Leonardo had made it a habit to keep his phone tucked away during patrols—sometimes he'd even leave it back at the lair entirely. Tonight, though, it sat in one of the pouches on his belt.
It buzzed. He ignored it. Then again. And again. Eventually, he spared it the quickest glance.
You: I miss youuu.
A minute later,
You: Come over, pleaseeee?
The corners of his mouth threatened to lift. He locked the screen without replying.
Duty first. Always.
Another vibration followed not long after..
Then another. Raphael shot him a sideways look.
"Your phone gonna quit buzzin' anytime soon?"
"It's nothing."
Leonardo slipped the phone back into his belt, trying to focus on the streets below. It buzzed again.
This time...
It was a photo..
His thumb hovered over the notification before he finally gave in.
The picture filled his screen almost instantly.
You were curled up on your bed, the heavy white duvet barely covering your body. Just enough to show Leonardo that you weren't wearing anything..
The text that followed read:
You: your spot's getting cold...
Leo exhaled slowly through his nose. Why must you tease him like this?
He quickly shoved his phone back into his pocket before any of his brothers saw the erotic display on his screen.
You: Can't finish without my favourite turtle:(
Leonardo closed his eyes for a brief moment, pinching the bridge of his nose as the smallest smile escaped him.
Raphael caught it immediately. giving him a stern side eye.
The Bay!turtles (separately) catch you dancing hcs
This is vaguely based on a scene from the 'Unspoken' Donnie fic I'm writing except way less angsty
Tags: Bay!tmnt x reader, utter fluff, fem reader, established relationships, no idea how NYC apartments work, terrible punctuation as usual, not proofread
Leo
Leo doesn’t usually come in through your fire escape, but he will turn up unannounced sometimes when he wants to see you. He’s secretly very needy and will take any excuse to come see you so expect him to turn up with flowers and a sheepish smile asking you to let him in.
Most of the time he will text you before he turns up, because he knows you don’t really like getting caught off guard and he likes making sure you’re available before he turns up. Has actually just sat on your fire escape being a tragic brooding yearner at some point and very much prefers to know that you’re at home and want to see him (which you definitely do).
He’s also turned up unannounced after a mission gone wrong before and his massive arm flexing when he sheathed his swords to come in through the window made you accept any and all unannounced visits. Leo decides to show up unannounced one night to see you after a long four days of not being able to…
Leo dropped down quietly onto your old rusty fire escape balcony. A couple of stray petals floated down from the bouquet he was carrying and he padded closer to your window. It was open, your blinds were rolled up and swaying gently in the breeze; Leo silently slipped in, brushing against the blinds. He wasn’t sure you were at home for a second, but there was the sound of music playing from the kitchen and he smiled. You were making dinner no doubt. He shifted as softly as he could over the floorboards, wincing when one creaked a little. He angled himself so you wouldn’t see him from where you were in the kitchen. He peered from where he stood hidden and was met with the sight of you waltzing around the kitchen as you cooked, moving along to the song you had playing on the speakers. You looked completely cheerful, mouthing along to the song lyrics as you stirred the pan over the stove and the delicious smell of cooking wafted down the hall to where Leo was standing. You spun around to reach a drawer, grabbing a fork. Leo forced himself not to smile. He’d never seen you like this, completely carefree and dancing around your kitchen to the beat of the song you had on. He could hear you mumbling the lyrics under your breath, giggling to yourself when the song got to a part you liked. Leo felt his chest ache and he just stood there, staring at you and wondering if he could somehow memorise this. You were light on your feet, tiptoeing to reach one of the spices on the shelves and moving your shoulders to the melody. The leader in blue suppressed a laugh, looking down while he smiled and shaking his head at how adorable the scene was. You moved on the spot while you waited for your food to finish sizzling in the pan, stirring the contents every so often to keep them from burning. Leo decided he’d been staring long enough and needed to stop before he considered a marriage proposal. Making a little noise so as to not scare you, he moved out of the shadows towards where you stood in the kitchen. You were startled regardless, squeaking slightly and immediately feeling the hot flush of blood rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment.
“Leo!”
“I wanted to drop by ‘nd see you, but I see I’ve interrupted your little dance session, huh.” Leo couldn’t stop the stupid smile on his face as he came over to you, gently pressing the flowers into your hands and leaning down to kiss your forehead. You groaned, a rush of different feelings flushing through your system as you buried your face in the soft flower petals. The scent calmed you down some and you sighed “How long were you there? And these flowers are so pretty… You really didn’t have to but they’re so lovely. Thank you.”
Leo had a hand on your lower back and was idly rubbing his thumb over it. He coughed awkwardly. “Not that long. You got some killer moves hon.” He smiled and kissed your hairline. The overwhelming urge to smother you with affection had filled him to the brim and you could tell by the way he was looking at you that you didn’t need to feel embarrassed. Leo couldn’t stop cheesing. He was more in love with you than before if that was even possible.
“What?”
“Nothing. You’re cute. Now that I’m here, would you like a dance partner?” Leo held his hand out. You took it, rolling your eyes playfully at him. His rough, calloused one met yours and he thumbed over your knuckles. “Let’s dance.” You chuckled and just held onto him as he very quickly changed the song to something slower and more relaxed. As he turned the both of you around he slid the pan off the stove, letting the residual heat do the rest of the cooking and turning the gas off. You huffed. He was too damn smooth. You rested your head against his plastron and the both of you swayed to the slow oldies tune Leo had picked; the light above the stove served as your only source of illumination as the two of you danced. “This is a cliche.”
“Probably. It’s cliche for a reason.” Leo smiled as he responded, gently shifting the two of you around. You gazed up at him. A lady’s muffled voice echoed from the speakers into the night and the jazzy twang of a guitar set off each step Leo pulled you into. You shut your eyes.
Mikey
King of dropping by unannounced. Is genuinely in agony when he can’t hang with you and will take full advantage of being able to show up on your fire escape whenever. You’ve gotten so used to it that he has a key to unlock your window if he drops by and you have it locked.
Has planned dates on your fire escape balcony before, you’ve manage to keep it fairly clean so the two of you dragged out blankets and pillows and cuddled up on there with snacks and a movie. Mikey helped you string up fairy lights on there to make it more aesthetic. Sometimes he’ll send you a text before he shows up, but often forgets to check his phone before he arrives and just trusts that you’re going to be there. He also likes chilling for a few in the alley by your apartment if you’re not home, before he heads back he legally has to pet the alley cats.
Is usually super loud upon entering so he doesn’t freak you out because he knows you dislike unannounced visits. Mikey decides he needs to turn up quietly one night and catches you dancing…
Mikey dropped oh so quietly onto your balcony. Or at least he intended to, the orange slider stubbed his toe and silently cursed and hopped in a circle to get rid of the pain. He peered nervously through your window, hoping you hadn’t heard him. Thankfully, the sound of music drifting from your apartment had muted the sound of his footsteps and he smiled, shifting the window further up so he could roll in. He dropped to the floor with a soft thud and began to shuffle to where the music was playing from. He slowly set down the bag of snacks he’d brought with him on your coffee table. The faint crinkle of the bag made him wince. He was excited to surprise you with your favourite snacks and the prospect of hanging out on a cool rooftop spot he’d discovered to make cute little charms together. He walked slowly. You were in the bathroom, speakers blasting some sort of sexy music while you got ready. Mikey had texted you about a date earlier and you had no clue when he was getting there, but decided to get ready. Your little makeup pouch was on the sink counter; hair ties and mascara and a packet of makeup remover wipes and some really old crusty lipgloss you hadn’t got around to getting rid of were strewn around. You were absentmindedly dancing, fixing your appearance in the bathroom mirror. Mikey watched quietly from the hall, awestruck by how pretty you looked. The faint scent of your body wash drifted from the bathroom and Mikey was left in a sort of daze; the sight of you in your casual, unaware state and smelling like dessert made him want to barrel in there and squeeze you. He kept himself in check. You looked lost in your own world, twirling and singing along as you zhuzhed up your appearance. You picked up one of the many soap bottles in the shower caddy, using it as a mock microphone as you waited for your body lotion to dry down a little. Mikey was conflicted, stuck between wanting to keep watching you and wanting to join in on the fun you were having. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, a large smile plastering his face and nothing but love in his eyes. You neatened your hem, doing a spin for the mirror and mouthing along to the song playing through your speakers as you leaned closer to the mirror to inspect your eyebrows; you placed a hand on the edge of the sink to stabilise yourself. Mikey smiled when you smiled, eyes sparkling with adoration.
“That’s my girl.” Mikey whispered to himself in the corridor. He couldn’t stop himself and with a cough and a purposefully loud “babe!” he entered your small bathroom. You were a little surprised, but threw your arms around him without hesitation. Mikey squeezed tight. He breathed in the scent of your lotion and sighed. You pulled away, a little shy.
“When did you get in? I didn’t even hear you this time.”
“I been here this whole time girl.” Mikey flashed you a silly grin and you sighed, pushing down your embarrassment. Mikey loved when you had fun and just looked happy that you had seemed so happy getting ready. He was definitely remembering this.
“Next time remind me to come by earlier, I totally need to dance with you.” He pinched your cheek and you batted his hand away playfully, opting to hold it instead. “Uh huh. Will do, Angel.” Mikey lifted your intertwined hands to kiss your smaller ones.
“Do you need a few more minutes? I can wait.”
You nodded, but pulled him closer. “Yeah, but you can stay in here. Pick the next song? My playlist has literally just been on repeat and I need some variation.” Mikey smiled, kissing your hand again and reaching for where your phone was balanced precariously on the edge of the sink. He scrolled until he found a good one, shifting awkwardly in the small bathroom. Mikey wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his scarred chin on your shoulder. He pressed play. You smiled and continued getting ready in the mirror. Music filled your little bathroom.
Raph
Raph likes to drop by occasionally. He’s not too casual about it because he’s worried he might bother you if he turns up unannounced, but he will if a) he knows you’re free, b) he needs some respite from a mission and c) if he just needs to see you. Is also the type to brood dramatically on your fire escape. Has just sat there while you were home before to feel close to you without having to deal with communicating that he didn’t feel the greatest.
He adores when you greet him by the window and will lean in to kiss you before he comes in when you do. It’s literally a ritual for him every time. He likes the domestic stuff even if he doesn’t admit it, and will sit and watch the sunrise with you on your fire escape or occasionally from your rooftop; he’s the best blanket you could ask for and sits you in his lap because that guy runs hot and a blanket just doesn’t do it for you. One evening he decides he wants to come and see you while he’s on his way back to the lair…
Raph thudded onto the roof of your apartment building, heaving out a sigh. He swayed himself down onto the fire escape, descending until he reached your floor. He could hear the music from where he kneeled already and it relaxed his brow, he felt his tension ease out. He’d been super high strung recently and just wanted to drop by to check in on you. The thought of seeing you made his limbs loosen up and his mind clear of the worries and stressors bugging him. He crouched low on the fire escape, hidden by the shadows of the night. The rough ridges of his shell were illuminated ever so slightly by the moon, casting him in a contrasting backlight that outlined his silhouette, only seen if you squinted hard and knew where to look. For someone so big he made himself hard to notice. Years of training and refining his technique had led him to learn to completely conceal himself in the deep shadows of the night. Raph peered in through the window. You were moving around your living room. You held a stack of books in your arms, twirling around to the music and winding up at the opposite end of the small living area to deposit the books on the couch while you whisked back to clean off the coffee table. You were humming. Raph had never seen you quite so unbothered and in your element. It was mesmerising and he decided to sit and watch you- or rather- he couldn’t help but sit and watch you. Ruining your flow now felt wrong. Raph’s eyes followed you around the room, he smiled and ducked his head when you drummed your fingers against the little storage cubes you had in the corner. The soft knit blanket Raph had gifted you lay crumpled on your sofa and you slid over to it, singing along to your music as you began to pull over the corners and fold it back into a presentable square. Raph felt an unprecedented cuteness aggression fill him when he watched you smile as you folded it, you held it up to bury your face in it for a second before setting it back down, now neat, on the back of the couch. You thought about him when he wasn’t there. You were as distracted as anything from the outside world as you danced in your living room and you still smiled at the thought of him. God he was so lucky. He watched you shimmy your hips back over to the other end of the living room and decided he couldn’t stay on your fire escape anymore. With a great heave he rapped twice on the window pane and pushed it up to let himself in. You jumped, startled. Relief flooded you once you recognised the hulking figure of your favourite turtle filling the small corner where the window was situated. Then the embarrassment hit.
“Raph! What’re you-“
You had no time to finish your sentence before he came over and pulled you into his arms. You broke into a smile and hugged back, giggling.“Hey sweetheart. Droppin’ by to check on you. How’s my baby?” Raph was smiling like a fool as he held you close, nuzzling your hairline. You smiled and he set you down.
“I’m good, I just wasn’t expecting you to come by. I’m um- I’m cleaning.” You gestured awkwardly to the living room. Raph squished your cheeks with one of his large hands, leaning down and planting a sloppy kiss to your lips. You huffed.
“You were dancing. Where are those moves wi’me, ah?” You rolled your eyes and stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss him back in retaliation. “Dance with me, then.”
Raph was for sure dying happy. “Focus on me.” He gave you a cocky smirk and you held onto his arms. Without warning he picked you up to spin you around. You squealed, hands anchoring onto his shoulders; he was grinning at your face as it contorted into embarrassed happiness. You were melting his stress away with just a smile.
Donnie
Donnie has seriously considered putting in monitors by your fire escape for safety purposes. He doesn’t want anything putting his baby in danger and is, on the low, a fan of being able to keep track of you. It has been speculated he has some control problems. Of course he never does anything without your express want of it and resorts to just checking in on you every so often. He’s a bit of a hopeless romantic in the sense that he’ll text you to come to the window and bam, there he is with tiramisu and a very detailed spreadsheet on a date.
Has sat by your window and looked in a few times and felt super embarrassed and ashamed afterwards because he got an identity crisis and was thoroughly convinced he was a creep. You just found it funny. He likes taking you to places to stargaze and shows up excited and unannounced if there’s a forecast for a clear night sky or meteor shower. He keeps you close and points out the constellations until you fall asleep. Donnie comes by one night to drop off your watch he fixed…
The tall turtle swung down to land on your fire escape. He sighed. He hasn’t seen you in what felt like forever and he usually wouldn’t come by like this but he just needed to see you. He hadn’t even texted you in his haste. His excuse was dropping off a watch he’d fixed for you a good while ago and even he knew that was a poor excuse. How else was he supposed to just show up? It only just occurred to him as he was crouching on your balcony, gear in hand, that he could just… show up. You always loved seeing him. Why was he getting all shy now? He shook it off and peered in through the corner of the window to see whether he could come in. Immediately he caught sight of you dancing. You were swivelling around your bedroom, a pile of freshly washed and dried laundry on your bed. A candle burned on your bedside table, it filled your room with the scent of vanilla cake. You had your music on loud and were singing along as you methodically folded your clothes to put them away. Donnie stared. He pushed his glasses up as though pressing his eyes to the lenses would help him see you better. You were completely ignorant of his presence, humming away with a lost smile on your lips as you folded your clothes to put in your chest of drawers; you had each tray open to have easy access to each drawer and you narrowly avoided bumping your hip against them each time you waltzed back and forth between your bed and the rest of the furniture. Your speakers played a vaguely familiar song and you chucked a few clothes to the other end of your bed as you sorted through the pile of clean laundry. Donnie noted you were in shorts and an oversized shirt that he was pretty sure was his. You danced away, nodding your head along and pausing your singing only to curse when an item of clothing refused to fold right the first time. Donnie caught himself smiling. He was smiling like an idiot. You were unaware and lost in your own little world, gently kicking the bottom drawer closed to the beat of the song as you whirled back over to your bed to continue folding. The purple turtle wanted to burn the image on the insides of his eyelids. He dryly swallowed, licking his lips to wet them as he watched you. He couldn’t stand being so far from you. Without ceremony he pushed up your window. The noise spooked you, but the familiar scraping sound of Donnie’s staff against the window frame told you who it was.
“Donnie, wh- hi?”
“Hey y/n. Sorry to drop by like this, but I… wanted to give you your watch.”
Donnie fumbled in one of the pouches on his utility belt for your watch, and hastily handed it to you. You took one look at it, put it down and pulled at Donnie so he’d be at your height. You leaned up to kiss him.
“Thank you. But seriously, how long were you there?”
“…8 minutes. I just needed to see you.” Donnie sheepishly kissed your cheek and you sighed, a smile formed on your lips. He gazed down at you with a steady, warm expression. “I didn’t expect to see you dancing, though. Pretty awesome. You been holding out on me?”
You dropped your forehead onto his chest, hiding your face in embarrassment. “No. Forget everything you saw.” You laughed when Donnie let out a chuckle and looked up at him. He cupped your face thoughtfully. His eyes brimmed with affection and the spark of an idea that popped into his overactive brain. “You wanna dance? Let’s dance, love.”
You made to protest, but his gentle hands and softer look than normal made you nod. He clumsily leaned down to kiss the bridge of your nose. Oh, right, he had his shoulder cam. ‘Please let it be on’ was his only thought as he held you close to him. If it was, he was treasuring that audio and whatever visible video he could scavenge forever. The hopeless romantic in Donnie was alive and well.
A/N Literally stayed up all night I'm beat hope you like it
CWs: None! Just pure fluff—unless you’re scared of the dark. All characters are aged-up.
LEO
Leo treats a power outage like a tactical survival scenario. The second the lights flicker out, you’ll hear him call out to make sure you’re okay, followed immediately by the sound of him ordering his brothers to stay calm (even though no one is panicking yet).
He is the one who tracks down the emergency flashlights and candles. Once a safe perimeter is lit, he’ll sit with you on the couch and suggest playing old-school board games or sharing stories.
If you get cold, he’ll wrap his favorite Space Heroes blanket around your shoulders. He secretly loves the excuse to just talk to you without the distraction of his phone or the TV. Though he will use a flashlight under his chin to tell a cheesy ghost story just to see you roll your eyes.
RAPH
Raph immediately groans at the top of his lungs, complaining about the TV or his video game cutting out. But the moment he realizes you’re in the dark, he’ll call out your name, his voice dropping an octave to mask his concern as he navigates his way to you.
He pretends to be annoyed by the blackout, but he secretly thrives in it. He’ll light a bunch of candles, sit right next to you, and use the flickering light against the walls to make incredibly intricate (and aggressive) shadow puppets to make you laugh.
He will use the darkness as an excuse to keep you close, wrapping an arm around you under the guise of “making sure you don’t trip over Mikey’s junk.” If Donnie starts complaining about his lab equipment, Raph will gleefully throw stealth-mode prank items across the room to scare his brothers, laughing low in his chest when they yell.
DONNIE
You hear a loud CRASH from the lab, followed by Donnie wailing about an unsaved file or a delicate chemical compound that needs refrigeration. He is instantly on a mission to fix the generator amid his catastrophic despair.
He will practically drag you into the lab with him because he refuses to leave your side in the dark. Then he’ll hand you a flashlight and ask you to be his “assistant” while he tinkers with wires. He will ramble nervously about the power grid, glowing with a mix of stress and excitement because he gets to show off his mechanical skills to you.
If he can’t fix the power immediately, he’ll give up and pull out some battery-powered emergency gadgets to provide cool, neon-colored lights for the two of you. He’ll also rig a backup battery just to power a small speaker so you two can listen to music together.
MIKEY
Mikey either screams because he thinks it’s a ghost, or he cheers because a blackout means rules don’t apply anymore. There is no in-between.
Within ten minutes, he will have scavenged every blanket, pillow, and cushion in the lair to build a massive blanket fort in the middle of the common room. He will insist that you live in the fort with him until the power comes back on.
He’ll raid the kitchen for “blackout snacks” (which consist of cold leftover pizza and weird combinations of junk food). Inside the fort, he’ll crack open glow sticks, make jokes, and force you to play truth or dare. He makes the dark feel entirely un-scary. And you’ll probably end up falling asleep tangled up in blankets together before the lights ever turn back on.
It was all a dreaaaam~ April Fools!! I know I promised a regular chapter today but I couldn't pass up on the opportunity to do a roll reversal on the prank holiday.
I'm writing a rise fanfiction in which I needed Warren and Hypno to help the turtles and one of my first ideas for them becoming not evil is that they straight up didn't know the turtles were teenagers and when they find out they're like "well, obviously we can't fight kids, that's objectively bad" so they just stop being evil, or at the very least stop fighting the boys. I ended up going with a diff idea but I still really loved this concept so now it's a lil comic.
Also, forgive the weird cropping on the third panel, I could not for the life of me figure out how to draw their legs so I just hid them lol. I straight up didn't even try to draw Raph's after failing Leo's and Mikey's.
I'm also trying to figure out how I want to draw the boys. I really love the little doodly style I did for the last panels, maybe I'll just draw them like that.
ending nights with mikey covered in paint, cuddling close in a cold room because sharing body heat > heater. with hot cocoa and marshmallow kisses, his paint covered touches that are too precious for him to wash off, he strokes a matching strand of hair, stuck together with said substance, back, leaning close to press his nose against yours. mikey has a lot to say much of the time, but right now? none of it seems to be able to come close to be able to express his love for you. so he stays silent, tracing your cheeks with returned touches, the love between you two as fresh as the paint of the wall, and equally as beautiful.
ending “nights” with leo under his arm, curled up in his overly blanketed and pillowed bed, reading comics with him; its probably more like early morning by now, the morning sun probably making its rays known to the skies, but here, underground, the two of you have spent the night watching reruns and bantering, deflecting leo’s stupid flirty comments with equally flirtatious touches, but nothing really transpires, other than him trying to basically crawl inside of you via cuddles. you two sneak through the quieted sewer, giggling, hand in hand like teenagers, stealing snack after snack that you throw at each other later, in the den, trying to make it in each others mouth. but now, both of you are dozing off and he presses kiss after kiss to your temple, sleepily, as his arm begins to drop in time with the lids of your eyes.
ending nights with donnie with video games and lofi. movies and popcorn. coding and cuddling. donnie always seems to have some sort of special plan for the two of you, and you happily share his company with whatever he has planned. he’s not always in the mood for physical touch, other than some side placed kisses and strokes, but he always has a way to express his feelings for you and you’re more than happy to share in his space, something you know is absolutely precious to him. whether thats in his lap, bed, or bean bag. you’re the donnie-proclaimed ruler of his lab. he can’t always tell what your interests are unless you tell him, but he lets you into his world without hesitation, and anything you express favor of is unequivocally yours. movies you’ve mentioned wanting to watch, your favorite multiplayer games ready to go. donnie is all about details, and he’s got yours etched into his soul.
ending nights with raph is about never being alone. dishes? he’ll wash and you can dry! showering? if you don’t mind, he can scrub your hair and back. you brush your teeth together, have matching pjs sets with each other. most of the time, raphael is preoccupied with a lot of other things: reigning in leo, training, crime fighting. so when he can let his mind be completely and utterly yours? he goes wild. his self indulgent part of the night. and his hands are no better. if you so wish, he will carry you everywhere. as long as you’re near. you’re his new favorite stuffie. he’ll cuddle you close and wrap his arms around you (and try not to squish you too much!) but you’re like an addiction to him. lips are kept firmly pressed against yours, hands running over your sides, into your scalp, pressing your body to mold with his.
AHH!! Oh my gosh I absolutely LOVED your rise Donnie and Raphael headcanons about reader on their period! I really would love to see a version of those with rise Leo too if that wouldn’t be too much to ask!
That Time of the Month: Rise! Leo & Mikey Headcanons (pt.2)
💌 i've had a few people request this! this is for you guys :) xoxo
tags: rottmnt, x reader, leo, mikey, headcanons, pre-established relationship, request, fluff, comfort, fem reader/reader who has a period
synopsis: it's that time of the month again. your cramps are worse than ever, and you want nothing more than to curl up in a hole and to just stay there forever. your lovely turtle boyfriend helps you through it 🍓
Leo 🫐
Leo was often deemed the “medic” of the team. He’s very (unexpectedly, to say the least) well-versed in aiding injuries of all kinds.
That being said, he had no idea what to do the first time you mentioned having a ‘period.’
“Mi corazon, wait, stop– what do I do? Just tell me what to do, what do you need?! You said you’re bleeding, I have band-aids! Show me the wound!” He holds up a freakishly large bandage.
He was very proud to be able to help you! To try, at least! Band-aids fix everything, right? God, just tell him where it hurts!!! He’ll fix it!!!
You stare at him. A blank stare until you become forced to spit out the real situation.
“...I’m sorry, you’re bleeding out of your WHAT?!”
He was corralling so much shit in his hands the first time this happened. You’d only bled through your sweatpants– he had a whole medkit in his arms, some gauze, some bandages, even some hydrogen peroxide.
You told him there was blood on your clothing. He thought you’d somehow managed a bad cut on your rear end.
It took a lot of explaining to get him to understand that this time of the month was a natural thing for someone who possessed female biology. He was a turtle, though, you can’t really expect much from someone who spent half his life in the sewers. April may have mentioned something here and there, but, hey. His expertise was in battle wounds, thank you very much!
Leo claims that he is “wounded, cariña, by your assumptions of his knowledge surrounding the female body.” He’s shaming himself he didn’t know more initially, but that statement was just his way of deterring your judgement.
Fast-forward a few months. Years, if you see fit.
He likes seeing you all pissed and in a mood because of the pain. Sure, he feels bad– yes, he helps you out, still- but he does mess with you more than he does on a regular day.
He holds onto the freshly washed pants that just came out of the dryer because he likes seeing you all comfy and cozy in an extra pair of his own pants, for one.
“Leo. Give. Me. My. Pants.” You spit through your teeth. You’re angry, holding a heated rice sock to your stomach.
"Aww, what a shame. You sure? You look so cute in blue," he teases, holding the pants just out of reach as you swipe for them. With a wink and a chuckle, he finally tosses them your way and climbs into bed beside you.
He’ll take his thumbs (or, one of his three fingers) and slowly knead at your hips. Your waist. Your stomach, if it’s well enough to take a massage at the moment.
Slowly slipping his hands under the waistband of your– well, his pants– he massages a little lower, trying his best to comfort you.
“Leo–”
“Relax, mi vida. ‘m just massaging. I’m not doing anything.” He presses a kiss to your temple.
His room is surprisingly comforting for a train car. Leo has taken the time to set up some string lights, delicately casting a nice, warm glow throughout his room. He’s got comics splattered here and there that you two read sometimes. For someone so chaotic, his room was certainly a contrasting space.
You groan as Leo’s fingers press into the sore muscles of your lower back, the pressure just shy of painful, but quite literally, just what you needed.
He leans in close. His lips are just barely brushing your ear, and he comes to speaks in a low, gentle murmur. He’s especially careful, conscious that even his voice might hurt you right now. (After some research, he found that headaches were often a common occurrence with menstruation!)
"Could’ve told me you were cramping worse than usual today, preciosa." He whispers out, continuing his light attack of kisses.
You huff, burying your face deeper into his pillow. "Didn’t wanna hear the 'I told you so' about skipping painkillers yesterday," you mutter.
“I would not say I told you so! How dare you think that of me.” The red slider forces a fake, wounded scoff from the back of his throat.
“Are you joking?”
“I’ve never joked a day in my life. Swear it on my ancestors.” Now he’s got that stupid smirk on his face.
Good God, he is insufferable.
Leo leans over and grabs some sort of foiled material from his nightstand; after he leans back over, you discover that it’s a pill packet! Ibuprofen, midol, the sorts.
“Here, drink up. No I told you so’s, I promise.” He hands you a water bottle you’ve been holding onto for a while, now. “Need me to warm up the sock again? Get you some chocolate? Pizza from Hueso’s? He loves me. We can get pizza for free. Oh, or, teleport us both to Tahiti? ‘Cause I can definitely teleport us to Tahiti. I’m your man.”
Leo had gotten fairly mature since the Kraang incident. You have to give him points for keeping his sense of humor. It was stupid, really. But it was him. And you loved it.
A warm chuckle came from your lips; something Leo had been internally BEGGING to hear all day. Thank God! She laughs! What a miracle!
“Pizza is fine, babe. Maybe some chocolate, too?” With those eyes of yours, he couldn’t deny. Leo smiles and squeezes your shoulder as he gets up to grab his swords to annoy the absolute shit out of Hueso on your behalf.
It’s a few minutes later, and unfortunately, you’re back to laughing your ass off.
Hueso wants nothing to do with Leo; he’s shoved him out of the shop! You got a great view of an argumentative Leo as he was then shoved out of his own portal from Hueso’s restaurant and back into his bedroom.
“Senor Hueso, I’ve bought enough pizza to put your son through bone college, and yet you still can’t sacrifice one pineapple pizza? Oh, come on, don’t be like tha-!”
His portal shuts with a zoot sound. Leo spun around to face you.
“Sorry, mi vida. No pizza tonight. Hueso’s not cooperating, you saw, right?”
He sighs, dramatically collapsing onto the bed next to you, his plastron making a soft thud against the mattress. "He's lost it, I tell you. No vision. No appreciation for New York’s finest heroes. He may have New York’s finest pizza, but no appreciation for us. Tsk. He's missing out. I almost feel bad for him, y'know?"
Slowly, he drags a king-sized chocolate bar out of his belt.
“But I did snag this. I know, I know– I’m the greatest, hold your applause.”
You snatch the chocolate bar from his hand with a groan, tearing the wrapper open with your teeth. "You're lucky I love you," you mumble around a mouthful of caramel-filled goodness.
Leo watches you with that stupid expression of his. Yeah, he’d fight off any amount of spanish speaking, pizzeria-owning skeletons named 'Hueso' for you, even if it was just for a chocolate bar.
You really are some miracle he can't believe he gets to touch.
Mikey 🍊
Typically, when you waltz your way into the lair, it takes less than 5 seconds for a certain box turtle to materialize from thin air and give you the world's tightest hug. Usually, that comes along with an “omigosh, (y/n), you’re heeeere!” Along with a spin and a kiss. Mikey’s a little short, so he has to tiptoe to reach your lips– but he never forgets.
But there was no spin and a hug this time. Halfway through his “omigosh,” Mikey paused; an uncharacteristically concerned look appeared on his characteristically enthusiastic face.
“Angel? You look… a little out of it. You doing okay? Can I get you anything?” He chirps.
You leaned into the doorway, pressing a hand against your lower stomach with a wince. "Hey, sweetheart" you murmured, forcing a smile. "Just... not my best day. Cramping a little. I’ll be okay."
Mikey's eyes widened with genuine concern. He took your free hand, guiding your fingers to his lips for a soft kiss before intertwining them with his own.
“You wanna go take a bath? Shower? It’s late, anyway. I bet you’ve had a long day.” With a smile and a nod, you follow your favorite (and only) boyfriend to his room.
Thankfully, the bathroom was right next to his section of the lair. He was the youngest; and, by unwritten rules, didn’t get a bathroom in his room. Raph and Donnie did. Raph, by rule of ‘oldest gets it first,’ and Donnie because, well, he built it himself. Leo and Mikey simply ran out of luck. So; Mikey picked a room that was closest to the shared bathroom.
Immediately, Mikey began prepping to help you bathe like it was the only thing that ever mattered to him.
He had bottles of your favorite soap stored away. He had just finished washing and drying the fluffiest towels he owned. He had warm water already running in the tub.
And… he watched as you slowly entered the bathroom without him.
Mikey kind of just… stood there. Watched you. Happily.
“Are you coming in, babe?” You asked him, softly. Tilting your head.
“Oh! Yes. Sorry. I didn’t know if you wanted the help or not. But I’m glad to help, always!” He chirped.
The heavy bathroom door clicked shut, and the distant, ambient chatter of the other brother’s in the lair just sort of faded away. No more rambunctious Leo, endless sarcasm from Donnie, or watchfulness from Raph. Just peace and VERY much needed quiet.
Inside, it was already warm. The air was thick with steam and that steam was laced with the scent of your soap that Mikey had stashed away for safe keeping.
"Okay," he murmured, using his three-fingered hand to wipe your lightly wetted hair out of your face. "Step one of making you feel nice and clean again. I’m gonna wash your hair, alright?”
He slid past you, his orange mask tails brushing against your arm, and knelt down by the tub. Mikey dipped his hand into the rushing water, swirling it around to check the heat. He took his time with it, making sure it was exactly right. Just for you, all for you.
"Lean back for me, sunshine."
You let your head rest against the smooth, curved rim of the porcelain. Mikey picked up the detachable showerhead, adjusting the pressure until it was a gentle, steady stream, testing it against the back of his own wrist first. When the warm water started soaking through your hair, you let out a quiet groan, closing your eyes.
His fingers were big, but he was incredibly deft with them. He worked a dollop of your shampoo into his palms, then buried his fingers into your hair. He started massaging your scalp in slow, heavy circles, working from the top down to the tense muscles at the base of your neck. He knew exactly where the tension gathered when you were in pain.
GOD. Mikey was incredible at this, words couldn’t even be formed to explain it! It almost lulled you to sleep, this sensation. Could it get any better?
No. But it could, unfortunately, get worse!
A sudden, familiar feeling broke through the warmth of the bath. A heavy and distinct trickle down your inner thigh.
With your eyes snapping open immediately, your body went rigid. Frozen despite the oh-so-warm waters.
"Hey, hey," your boyfriend murmured, his voice dropping a lower register. “You went all rigid on me there. You alright? Did a bad cramp hit?"
You bit your lip, looking down at the soapy water, unable to meet his eyes for a second. "I... Mikey, I think I bled a little. Outside the tub. On my leg. I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to make a mess in here…!" Tears— they begin to form under your tired eyes.
Mikey let out a soft, breathy huff—not of annoyance, but a gentle, reassuring little sound. He reached down, his thumb lightly catching your chin to guide your face back up to him.
"Oh, sunshine, look at me. You do not apologize for that, ever." he said, his expression incredibly tender. "Your body is just doing its thing, and it’s hurting you enough already. You think a little blood scares me? Please, I make my enemies bleed every day! It’s normal, we’re all good! He paused, a light sigh soon to follow.
“That was a lie. I just beat them up, no blood. Usually.” He gave you a small smile, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Can I help you clean it up? Only if you want me to, promise. I won’t if you don’t want me to. All you gotta do is tell me.”
The absolute safety in his face made the knot in your chest loosen just a bit. You swallowed hard and nodded softly. "Yeah. Please. That... would be really nice."
"You got it," he whispered with a wink.
He’s gentle. Oh, so very gentle as he takes a washcloth and rubs it up and down your legs.
There wasn't a single ounce of judgment or hesitation in him. After a few strokes, he rinsed the cloth out in the sink, completely unbothered; Mikey sets the rag on the sink and turns back to face you.
"All clean, angel. See? No harm done," he murmured. He leaned inward, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to your knee, then up to your wet fingers. "Now, how about we finish rinsing that shampoo out so I can get you into some warm pajamas and tucked into bed?
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i'm debating over whether or not to tag those on my tag list in the millions of requests i've gotten. i 100% will for longer, original works, i get that's the point of a tag list in general, but if you have a preference on being tagged or not for requests, let me know lmao 😂 i've never actually done a tag list before. please forgive my lack of knowledge
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