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[moxfirefly]

Hello folks.

A small life update.

I’m well. I’m married to my gorgeous wife. I’m surviving the current madness here in PR.

I have no plans on coming back to writing.

And a reminder, whoever follows me that is a Tr*mp supporter to kindly FUCK OFF.

[tokkibean]

the entire day: omg i wanna write omg i wanna write i have so much inspiration and motivation i cant wait to open my doc and write

when its time to write:

[ray-jaykub]

Greetings and salutations bestie, I’m here 🫡

I need and crave domestic bliss head canons between my favorite situationship turned beautiful relations Mikey and our girl Ai Yue 🖤

You always know when to swoop in and inspire me!

I'm considering making a masterlist for my tmnt x OC stuff, thoughts guys?

Mikey x Ai Yue Relationship ------------Headcanons-----------

- The coolest couple of the block. Like it actually makes you jealous to look at them. He's a skater ninja saving the people of New York and she's a talented burlesque performer and seamstress who makes her own clothes

- ADHD 4 ADHD, PAN 4 PAN, SUNSHINE 4 SUNSHINE. They've met their match in terms of energy and comedy. Mikey was worried he'd be too much for her and scare her off but she's just as, if not more, chaotic as he is

- The ones to have a long winded and ridiculous handshake that makes you dizzy trying to comprehend

- They indulge eachother's cravings too much sometimes. The taco ball staff know them by order alone, they're regulars on the doordash app, the pizza place knows Ai Yue's birthday. If they want something to eat, they're gonna get it

- That being said, between the both of them, only Michelangelo knows how to really cook. And she burns anything she bakes. It's his love language to make her something hardy and greasey after she comes home from a particularly exhausting show

- Their room is chaos just like them. Their clothes and fabrics busting out the closet, art all of the walls, a few consoles with a bunch of games scattered around the TV, and a big ass nest of blankets and pillows they flop into after a hard day

- That couple you'll catch sharing a joint on the fire escape, doing smoke tricks to one up and impress the other. He always wins with a dragon's breath to her face

- They both have freckles, freckles are born onto people with bright souls, because I say so - A freckleless person

- They share everything, food, underwear, vapes, loofah. Raph thinks it's kinda gross but he just doesn't get it

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I tried :") LMFAO, I started writing and felt like I hit a wall a little bit

I'm not gonna tag anybody in this one simply because it's OC x canon but if you do want to be tagged lmk

[moxfirefly]

PLEASE I LOVE THEM THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME

[ray-jaykub]

I loved the cocky look but I could go back I'd make my man more serious. He's too happy to be leo

[ray-jaykub]

Thought I would take the time to officially introduce some OCs, I would take full credit for them but @moxfirefly is just as much, if not more, of a contributor to their creation. She's a genius in character making and it has been such a blast making these gals and their stories with them ✨️

Obviously, by each lil turtle on the chest, you can tell who ends up with who.

Dove = Donnie (it was a nickname for her at first but we simply loved it too much to change it)

Maritza = Raph

Ai Yue = Mikey

Tasha = Leo

If you guys wanna know anymore about them you can always hit up my inbox! This is mostly a soft launch to bigger stuff and more fanart of people show interest

[moxfirefly]

OUR GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!’

[ray-jaykub]

Some oc x canon smut based off a mini AU me and @moxfirefly babble about so that's why they have masks on

Full can be found on my new Bluesky

[ray-jaykub]

Okay, okay, but listen.

Tw: Breeding kink, taunted baby trapping, "just the tip" propaganda

ambiguous genitalia and gender neutral, so enjoy

Leo, who is usually a gentleman in the throws of passion, asking where he can finish. And everytime you make him pull out he has to mask the disappointed sigh, watching his cum drip on your skin instead of out of your fluttering hole.

Leo, who's constantly riddled with the thoughts of you letting him do it, letting him mark the parts of you no one else has. The hunger that burns like kindle in his belly when he imagines the way you'd pout when he ruts into your warmth, instead of slipping out. No more spend wasted on your thigh, finally being used for it's purpose.

Leo, who has had enough of the shitty day dreams. Who, after making you maliable with an orgasm, decides to he a bit of a bully. He stops before he can cum, only a few inches sunk into you, barely enough to edge satisfaction. Leo chuckles when you blearily blink up at him, the side of your foot, propped against his shoulder, receives a tender kiss.

"Wh- what are you-" Your voice trembles into a simpering whine when he pushes a few more inches in. He thrusts into you, shallow, barely letting your pretty hole stretch before he's pulling back again.

"I had a thought." His voice is even and deep, rumbling in his chest. The hand on your hip slips down, palm open, sloppily petting your sex. "What would happen if I didn't pull out in time?"

Leo's eyes slip shut when he feels you clench around him. Disappointingly, you're trying to prop yourself up, small hand weakly shoving at his stomach.

"C'mon Leo, is not funny..."

"I'm not being funny. Do I sound funny?" He doesn't give you the chance to answer, pushing in further, reaching deeper. You're falling back with a gasp, head rolling onto your pillow. Your pretty display is rewarded with a few more thrusts just like it, deeper, but not deep enough. The leg propped up on him shudders, your toes curling as you pulse around him.

"I think," He picks up the pace, your cries warble, mouth hanging open. "I'm gonna be too late, pulling out."

You pathetically protest, clawing at the sheet so hard it pulls from a corner of the bed. "Wait-"

"Sshhh, just let me do," Leo's breathing picks up, his lips part. "Let me give it to you. Take what I'm giving."

He knows he's won when your legs lock around him.

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I don't know what happened, I think I blacked out.

Tagged: (if you wish to join this list, lmk)

@thelaundrybitch

[moxfirefly]

[ray-jaykub]

Fortune Cookie

Synopsis(?): Aside from your favorite mutant friends, you're the only one that's been diligently single. No dates, no interests, nothing. At some point the conversation comes up about relationships, and they can't help but ask about any of yours.

Leonardo x reader blurb because I wanted to write something small that wasn't headcanons. (Also, if anyone knows who or how to make borders or banners for tumblr posts, please lmk, I'm sick of the shitty gifs.) And if you see spelling errors, mind ya bizznatch.

Warnings: None, aside from some painfully awkward yearning from you, dear reader

It's Friday, like always, when you find yourself down in the lair late into the evening. It's a night you have off and a night they sometimes have off, so it's a day you and your friends tend to congregate.

You fondly remember Casey's first time on dinner duty, when he stepped off the platform into the lair and sent himself and thai food flying across the living room floor.

April brings drinks, you bring dessert, and often times Casey will lug down a stack of take out boxes. Outside of the typical choice of pizza, the guys still had the talent of clearing the table, even the ever polite Leo.

A thump to your forehead pulls you out, eyes refocusing to look up from their graffitied dinner table. The perpetrator for flicking faces, Raph, sits across from you leaned in with his arms folded. The others around you are stuck in their own conversations, nibbling on some of their dinner and cracking open more drinks. Tonight was Chinese food from some place with a rather shady food grade taped to the window.

"What?" You pout, rubbing at the tender spot on your head. He just huffs a laugh and shakes his head at you, the chair creaks when he leans back. "What's so funny?"

"Nothin', you just don't know how to listen."

"Sorry," Your annoyance melts, unable to help the smile that grows on your face. "I was thinking of that time Casey tripped over onto some pad krapow."

Casey, from the far end of the table, drops his head into the hand not favoring a beer and groans. "You guys are never gonna let me live that down, are you?"

"Nah man!" Mikey starts, talking around the food stuffed in his cheek. April turns away from him with a pinched face, covering the view with her hand. He doesn't notice. "Donnie had to put in a wooden step for you afterwards, it's a permanent memory."

"You're welcome, by the way." Donnie on the opposite end of the table pipes up, peaking at Casey over his ridiculously large tablet. "You haven't tripped since." Mikey lights up.

"Aw, his knight in shining tools!"

Raph's head tips back when he laughs, shoulders shaking. Trust it'll be Mikey to make his tough guy shell break a little. The hearty sound makes you smile even bigger, cheeks sore.

"Whatever man, eff you." The poor guy grouses, shoving a hand into Mikey's face. "not everyone has tree trunks for legs."

"Dude, we're the same height!"

"Yes, true." April agrees, but puts up a finger and points it at the youngest. "However, you could balance on a chopstick with your pinky if you tried. Casey can barely balance to put a shoe on." She waves her own chopsticks as if to emphasize.

Ignoring Casey's protest that 'He so can balance to put on a shoe!' Raph sucks his teeth and rolls his eyes. You swear this giant mutant was a teenage girl in a past life.

"No, Leo could balance on a chopstick with his pinky. This dumb ass," He tilts his head towards his little brother, "can balance on a board, at best."

You could never grasp how much those twin katanas covered. Considering his typical attire was just pants, pajama pants just feel so much more bare.

The mere name of their oldest brother draws you from the table again, eye sight floating past Donnie's and over to the open kitchen. The warm light makes it feel almost nostalgic.

Leo's back is towards you all, but you can see his arms moving as he prepares and adjusts the dinner tray for his dad. He's dressed down for once, ready to kick back, and it feels sort of intimate to see him in nothing but his pajama pants and the blue Kanji painted on his shell.

In true ninja nature, Leonardo's sense of awareness is proven to be on point. He throws a look over his shoulders and in the split second you see his eyes your head turns back to the table so fast something in your neck twinges.

You don't even dare trying to see if he's still looking, locking your sights right onto Raph's forehead and the way it moves when talks. The conversation had already moved to a different topic, and one that you aren't entirely fond of. Something about dating, that popped up from the reminder that Casey and April are going somewhere this weekend for a romantic outing. Your weariness outweighs your happiness, already a headache wades on the edges of your temples.

"This one is living the life of a nun," Raph gripes, directing his scrutiny onto you. "Do you even go on dates?" Your mouth works faster than your brain.

"Why? You interested?" Raph cringes as the table 'oooos' at you both. On one hand, you want to hold offense to the way he reacts, but on the other you desperately bite your tongue. You dare a glance towards the kitchen to happily see the fearless leader is nowhere in sight to witness this ungodly conversation.

"I can safely guess I ain't your type, tiger." The smug face he makes is damn near jumpable, your finger nail digging into a scratch on the table frustratingly. Mikey jumps in to ignorantly twist the knife in the wound.

"What is your type anyway?"

You know your type. You could give a full dissertation about your type with a provided example. One that's currently getting his dad set up in front of his little TV before bed, one that's wearing dorky plaid pajama pants low on his waist, one that has blue eyes that people would die and kill for.

It's that sick, sad little trope where the kid has a crush on her best friend's stoic older brother. The guy nods at you, or God forbid smiles, and you're an air head the rest of the day. Blue was your favorite color this year, tea was suddenly good, and peace of mind was something you apparently wanted to learn now!

But.... Leonardo is such a brick wall. It's like engaging with a painting.

"I don't know." A lie that slips through your teeth like smoke. Donnie, the only one sworn to secrecy on this matter, gives a long sigh that makes a muscle in your heart stutter. April purses her lips but says nothing. Casey doesn't care. " I just haven't found the right person. I'm sure whoever it is will pop up at some point."

'Whoever it is' was padding around the lair in slippers going about his evening routine.

Raph squints at you, just a fraction, enough to make your pits sweat. Whatever he sees dissuades him though, because he scoffs and rolls his eyes again. "I told you, nun."

You slowly let go of a breath you had been holding, your hands are jittery. You reach for a fortune cookie to distract yourself.

And as if he was manifested from your dreams, silently, Leo slips into the seat beside you. His smell is addictive, a shower gel and some incense that clings to his all of his clothes. His arm brushes against yours when he sets a hot tea down and plucks his own fortune cookie from the middle of the table.

"What about you, Lee?" Donnie asks, finally having set the tablet down to rip an egg roll in half. Your eyes jump to look at him and you startled to realize he's looking directly at you rather than his brother.

"What about what?" You can't even look at Leo, your fingers tug open the plastic wrapper.

"You gotta type?" Mikey nudges. April, ever the nosey little sister, leans over to look.

"Like in people?" Raph hums an affirmative.

Leo's quiet, painfully so, his big thumbs delicately cracking open his cookie, pulling the paper slip from it's shell. You can see in the corner of your eye that he reads it before wadding it up between his fingers. You crack open your own, forgoing the snack for the fortune. The lucky numbers are face up, you flip the paper over.

"Mm, I'm not gonna say I'm particularly looking right now."

It's blank.

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(A/N):

This didn't even touch a word document, I typed this straight into the post because I knew if I saved it somewhere more secure then I would never finish it. So enjoy this treat today my little babies 💙

[moxfirefly]

[ray-jaykub]

Have a meme, the ass in question is your ass

[frissdraws]

He's a demon, he's a devil, he's a doll

[ray-jaykub]

Friend, bestie, writing soulmate. Need some Jealous Turtle headcanon’s. Get intricate with it, gimme your hot takes.

Gonna answer this to maybe keep my writing streak up. Let's do this. This is for you babe!

The Guys When Jealous

Leo

Your knight in shining armor

- Leo is probably the most secure (like it's a lot 🙄) out of his brothers. It doesn't take the little things to make him outwardly jealous, it rolls off his back, it doesn't matter. He trusts you.

- Who he doesn't trust, is other people potentially bothering what's his

- His "regular" jealousy is shown in a more protective nature. Calls and texts daily, knowing where you are at all times (and you can know where he is, it eases him that you'd want to know), rubbing his smell onto you, leaving his things at your place or in your car or in your purse

- The last one is on the chance you're with friends and trip on his slippers or find one of his balms or just simply see something that's his and are given the chance to say "oh, that's my boyfriend's"

- it's the little things that keep his true jealousy at bay

- His true jealousy has made him reveal his self. Flashing a blade in the night and scaring the hell out of that pesky nuisance. It's the most reckless thing about him, when it comes to you, scaring the shit out of someone that actually tried to get your number

- Anything to keep you focused on him. No flirts, no numbers, no free drinks. That's his job, to flatter and woo you. Doesn't matter how long you've been together

- He makes you feel good, he's carved a shape into you he knows no one else can fill. Why try and replace it with something you know will have you coming back? Let's avoid these extra, unnecessary steps

- Just focus on him

Raphael

Your green eyed monster

- In his heart, he trusts you, he does! But he can't help when that smaller green monster, the one buried deep in his heart, starts to make him itch

- He's kind of like your average, jaded, girlfriend. The one that's scared to be made a fool from heart break

- You mention someone, he asks questions. "Who are they?", "Where did you meet them?", "What do they talk about?", "Why are they talking to you?"

- Expect the 3rd degree, is all I can say

- He is slightly suffocating with the way he hovers, both physically and metaphorically

- Always has a hand on you, always following around, you get home late? He's there. You going out? He's around. You won't be alone. And if you are alone then he's got some fake reason where he needs to call you

- Teaches you self defense. INSISTS you use it on someone that even gives the slightest bit of creep or weirdo

Donatello

- It gets better the older he gets, 100%, he becomes more secure as he ages. He's like wine, develops overtime. If you're with him in his younger years, however, his insecurity and jealousy can kind of stress you out

- Now that's not to say you're the one at the fault, even if his pushy behavior makes you think such. If it's serious, and if this person keeps popping up? He's calling in favors. He's making some of his own moves

- Much messier and scarier than Leo, the people he visits will move jobs. They'll block you

- It takes a strong person (or a person with no friends...) to not see malice in it. He's a lil messy... but the dick is so good

Your quiet handler

- You quite frankly won't know if he's jealous or not. He considers it none of your business, not your burden to bear. If he has a problem with someone then he'll figure it out

- There are little ways that you'll notice, though

- He's a lot more grabby and affectionate, rubbing his snout into your hair, fingers trailing your skin, it's up x10. Now that isn't to say he isn't USUALLY affectionate, he is, in small ways

- But when he's jealous, it's just a little more intense. He wants skin to skin, chest to chest, you in his lap without a shirt on and dozing while he does his thing. It's not for sexual bliss, it's for comfort. Don't worry, he'll lock the door

- Now, in a more ridiculous sense, he tends to open his wallet a little more. Side gigs upon side gigs come in handy when he's big on spoiling you, but it gets a little ridiculous in those moments. He's getting some things you aren't even sure you'll use but he swears you need

- Further into the relationship, you will start to notice. You'll see it, especially if it coincides with partocular instances. But he'll distract you, and make you forget, because that's not your problem

- Even if some people end up doxxed and canceled over you....

Michelangelo

Your yearning best friend

- Now, jealous Mikey doesn't happen very often if you're together, because he has you, he ain't worried. Key word = IF. If if if. If.

- Not together? In some weirdly intense friendship? Psssh, it's messy, it's really messy. Longing stares, eager touch, the want to be around you as often as he can. The want to keep you away from other people

- Why go out with some tools when you guys can do loads of stuff together? He can kick it, he can drink, he has good music

- So why does he become the complete opposite when you leave? Why can't you just stay with him? Why why why?

- Whole lotta ifs and whys with this one

- He becomes a dimmer version of himself when he thinks there's a chance you'll leave

- He's more jealous about the privilege to go out with you than the people themselves. If he were human, maybe he could come with, maybe you could be together the way it's meant to be (in this nonexistent way of perfect that you could give a toot about)

- He's not the type to butt in and bother people, unless you come to him telling him someone was creepy - or god forbid put hands on you - he can play cool

- But he'll be appreciating the curve of your back and the smell of your hair the entire time. Poking at a freckle on your side that he can't resist touching and having to pretend he's playing

- This is gonna hurt if it don't go right

[moxfirefly]

[retquits]

so don't get too comfortable.

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[ray-jaykub]

Random Mikey Headcanons

(Last post for the night and then I'll try a hand at requests tomorrow)

- An empath at the expense of his own mental health. He plays fun and puts himself aside a lot for the people around him. Very much a martyr in terms of trying to be unbothered compared to his brothers.

- They can all experience the same traumatic situation and he won't process it properly. But he doesn't care, so long as he can make his family laugh again. Or annoy them by being silly. Whatever distraction works

- But as far as day to day and the little domestic moments, if he pushes enough, he can get his way. Especially when he was little. It drove the other three absolutely nuts but they indulged it just like Master Splinter did so nothing really changed

- April is also weak to him. He can play sweet entirely too well and she falls for it entirely too easy. She's like the cool older sister who swore she wasn't getting him anything and then comes in with his favorite snack. (Although if any of the brothers tried she would be weak, the others just have more self respect and shame)

- Has the comfiest bed known to man. He's racked up a few blankets and pillows with like the one good plushie. You come and show him how to make it a proper nest and he's churring mad crazy

- That being said, his room is like... messy, but in a artistic way. Like you go in and it's like every Pinterest board's dream. Everything in there is done with intention and left with purpose. Except every couple months Leo is allowed to come in and go through it with him and trash some stuff. Mostly pizza boxes and thankfully empty 2 liters

- His favorite chore is the dishes, a continuous task that keeps his mind straight. On shitty days he'll sit on a barstool while doing em. Even though dad tells him he doesn't have to, something about a clear sink gives him a clear mind

- The cook of the family. He did a lot of weird and sometimes queasy food combos, mostly growing up. Over time, however, he has gotten better about saving those experiments for himself and cooking more digestible stuff for his fam

- As far as kids, he ain't thought about it, period. He'd be lucky to even date. I feel like he'd have the one happy accident and be completely content

- Queer as FAWK, is open to any dating situation. If, somehow, it came to him, he would be in a polyamorous situation. Whether it'd be a phase or a committed thing is up to you though

- Play fighting turns him ooooon, especially if you're trying your best to win, even if it's unfair. He loves that shit. One of the more turtley parts about him

- Has this cat Klunk that pokes in and out of the lair, some scruffy orange tom cat. Leo isn't fond of the thing but Mikey has caught him filling that food bowl

[ray-jaykub]

Hello hello bestie, tis I, here to ask for some HC’s of the nsfw nature for Raph BUT set in the 99 problems au 😏

You always know how to make me happy...

Okay! So preface for anyone who hasn't read 99 problems yet (you should, it's nearly completed, link in masterlist), Raphael is in his 50s and this AU is kind of like a blend of humans and yokais/mutants living in the same world. So he's recently divorced and has only ever been with a mutant, until recently. His brothers force him into making a hook up profile and he ends up matching with human reader. There's an age gap, it isn't noticeable at all, and he's the inexperienced one. So, with that in mind...

NSFW Headcanons of 99!Raph

- Raphael likes to think of himself as the lead when it comes to sex. In his mind he is head hancho

- This could be farther from the truth

- He can start up in control, but the moment you get your hands on him and start sweet talking and bat your lashes, he is ready to fall to his knees and please

- Even though he's older, the only thing that has taken a hit is his stamina. He doesn't huff and puff climbing up stairs, but he can only cum so many times before tapping out

- Further into the relationship, though, he can be a big tease. You don't get what you want easy and he's good at getting under skin. "Ya want me to touch where?", "I can't read minds, tell me what ya need baby?", "What was that? 'Stop'? Okay..."

- Very frustrating when he's pushing you to the edge of your mind and sentences won't form from your lips

- The way to get exactly what you want, is by dressing up for him. Not costumes or anything crazy, just his color, silk or lace, jewelry. Spritz your perfume/cologne and he's dutiful

- Sort of easy to manipulate because of that, he could be someone's sugar daddy and not even know he's a sugar daddy

- Wanna ride his face? Take a seat and let him taste. You wanna lay back and let him stretch you out with those thick fingers? Baby he'll do it till his wrist aches. Use him to get to that end goal, even if his old self needs a break

- But just because he's stopping doesn't mean you have to (My lovely requester will know what I'm talking about)

- Very old school about foreplay, likes a wine and dine moment before going for a romp. Super romantic, even though the way he's got you bent afterwards is salacious

- Favorite positions are mating press, straddling, classic doggy, and riding

- Doesn't like being called 'Daddy', but loves a well placed 'Sir'. He knows he's old, he won't deny that

- And the way to make him fall deep in love? Admiring the parts of him he hatesbthe most. His past. Kiss those scars, have those conversations, make his skin tickle, and he is smitten

[moxfirefly]

Always delivering the goods my dear

[ferox-imagines]

In a Donnie mood lately

[ferox-imagines]

Pretty little baby

[ray-jaykub]

Random Raph Headcanons

TW! For mentions of ED, body dysmorphia

- This is mentioned in my 99 problems fic, but I 100% believe Raph would have some eating disorder. It's a fluctuating thing between binge eating and bulking up to scarcely eating and feeling faint. As he gets older it gets way better, as does his emotional stability, but there are moments where you can see those habits peak through.

- has a harder time with his image more than his brothers, very much struggles with body dysmorphia. He's one of those situations where even if you were all over him calling him handsome and just laying it on, he isn't gonna believe it for very long. Just needs constant reassurance and reminding that makes him feel good.

- The absolute BEST at getting under your skin and getting on your nerves. If you get all ticked and frustrated and start yelling at him all it does turn him on, user discretion is advised.

- Ass smacker, and if you start smacking back he'll get sad on the off chance you don't

- Pretty decent cook, not like Mikey but he can follow a recipe and add a lil flair that makes the fam happy.

- His favorite chore is vacuuming and dusting, sort of an arm work out, satisfying to get all the dirt and dust up. Somehow therapeutic.

- Every year he gets older he realizes how right his dad was with his advice and wishes he could go back and be a better kid. Master Splinter, though, would have him no other way.

- Raph never thinks too hard about being with someone, and kids, it's unbearable to. But one time, during a small get together, Everybody compiles a list of who would get a partner first if they could date. He hates but accepts the fact they put him dead last on that list.

- Little do they know is he actually the FIRST to get a partner. A RN who got mugged on her way home and insisted he needed to help her to her apartment because her ankle was sprained...

- He came out with good tupperware, a thermos, and her number. When asked about her ankle he shrugs it off.

- If the opportunity for kids came up, it's after being with his partner for practically a decade. They have the one, and then almost a decade later they'll have another. An older brother and a little sister

- Dog. Person. Thank @adebauchedsloth for that one, his interaction with the dogs in her fic are precious to me

- He is thickums, it jiggles when he jumps

- Very, very, very into mirror sex. He gets the best of both worlds, the front, and the back