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CWs: Possessive/territorial behavior, scent marking, the guys acting a bit feral. Considering the subject matter, it’s not a stretch to say that these may be somewhat NSFW, but not super explicit. All characters are aged-up.
LEO
Leo is lounging on the edge of the skate ramp, tossing one of his katanas in the air with practiced, bored ease. When he sees you enter, he flashes you that classic cocky grin. But the sword fumbles in his grip the second the wind shifts.
The silence that follows is deafening.
He drops from the ramp, landing silently, moving with the fluid grace of a red-eared slider. But the water is turbulent today. His eyes narrow, scanning you, zeroing in on the collar of your shirt. He smells his twin.
“Donnie?” he asks, though it’s not really a question. His voice is light, but there’s a razor blade hidden in the tone.
He circles you like a shark in open water. He stops behind you, and you feel his hand clamp on your shoulder, trapping you in place. Then, he slides both hands under your jacket, pulling you back against his chest. He noses at your hairline, inhaling the scent of his twin, and gives a mocking scoff.
“Boring,” he whispers, his lips grazing your earlobe.
He spins you around, pinning you with a look of intense, possessive heat. He drags his nose along your jawline, rubbing his cheek against yours, effectively wiping away the other scent. His hands wander lower, cupping you, pulling your hips against his to make you feel exactly how jealous he is.
“I’m going to ruin you for him,” Leo promises, his voice a sultry purr. “By the time I’m done with you, the only name you’ll be screaming is mine.”
He kisses you then, demanding and deep, intent on marking every inch of you until the scent of his brother is nothing but a distant memory.
RAPH
The moment you step into the lair, the air in the main atrium grows heavy.
Raph emerges from the projector room. He doesn’t greet you with his usual teddy bear warmth and snaggle-toothed grin. Instead, his nostrils flare, and a low rumble starts deep in his plastron. He stops inches from you, his shadow swallowing you whole.
“Leo,” he grunts. He doesn’t ask; he knows. The scent of his brother is a stain on your neck, a neon sign of a challenge.
Before you can explain, his large hand encases your shoulder. He crowds you against the nearest wall, his size effectively caging you in. Raph is an alligator snapping turtle—a creature of instinct and force. And right now, his pupils are blown wide, eclipsing his normally kind irises.
He leans down, burying his snout into the junction of your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply before letting out a sharp, angry hiss. “He thinks he’s slick,” he growls against your skin. “Leaving his mark on you like he owns you.”
He nuzzles you, the texture of his skin scraping deliciously against your pulse point, replacing the lingering trace of Leo with his own scent. He bites down gently on your neck, just enough to make you gasp, his tongue swiping hot and wet over the spot immediately after.
“I’m gonna cover you in so much of me that you’ll forget he even exists.”
He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his gaze dark and hungry. Raph intends to stake his claim so deep inside you that no amount of scrubbing will ever wash him away.
DONNIE
The lab is loud with the sound of welding and music, but the moment the sensors at the door recognize your biometrics, the noise cuts out instantly.
Donnie spins in his chair, a rare, genuine smile forming—until he smells it. His smile flatlines. He stands up slowly, the mechanical spider limbs of his battle shell unfurling from his back, betraying the agitation he’s trying to suppress.
He smells the chaotic, vibrant scent of his younger brother all over you. It’s messy. It’s loud. It’s incorrect.
“Calculated probability of you visiting Michael before me was low,” Donnie states, his voice monotone, masking a brewing storm of possessive rage. He walks toward you, his movements stiff. “And yet, here you are. Contaminated.”
His hands clamp onto your waist and shoulder, pulling you closer. He examines you, leaning in and sniffing the air around your neck with clinical precision, his face twisting in distaste. Then he cups your face, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones.
“I don’t like sharing,” he murmurs, his eyes dark and dilated, “and I certainly don’t like sharing you.”
As he presses his forehead against yours, his battle shell disengages and retreats back to storage, revealing the soft shell underneath. He begins to kiss down your throat, methodical and wet, placing suction bites in a perfect geometric pattern over the areas where Mikey’s scent is strongest.
“I’m going to conduct a thorough recalibration,” Donnie breathes against your skin, his arm sliding down to tease the hem of your pants. “We aren’t leaving this lab until your biometric readings are exclusively synchronized with mine.”
MIKEY
You expect a flying tackle-hug and a loud “Omigosh!” Instead, when you walk into the kitchen where Mikey is cooking, he freezes mid-chop. The knife lowers slowly to the cutting board.
The playful box turtle vibe evaporates, replaced by an uncharacteristically terrifying stillness.
Mikey turns around. He’s not smiling. His face is blank, eerily calm, which is infinitely scarier than him yelling. He smells Raph on you, and it triggers a primal, bratty defiance in him. He walks over to you, wiping his hands on his apron.
“You smell like Raph,” he states. His voice is soft, but it lacks its usual bounce. It’s deep, flat, and laced with possessiveness. “Why do you smell like Raph, angel?”
He wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. Then, he tightens his grip. He looks at you, his eyes wide and pitiful, but underneath that puppy-dog look is a feral gleam.
“Did he touch you?” he asks, his hands wandering, gripping your rear firmly, pulling you into his hips. “Did he think he could just take you? Because he’s the biggest?”
He lets out a low growl. He hates it. Hates that his brother’s scent is clinging to his person.
Suddenly, he spins you around and hoists you up onto the kitchen island. He steps between your legs instantly, prying your knees apart with his thighs to settle himself firmly against your center.
“I hate it,” he hisses, again burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling sharply before dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin there. He rubs his cheek aggressively against your chest, your neck, your jaw, acting like a cat that’s terrified of losing its territory.
“We aren’t leaving this kitchen,” he vows, “not until I know that the next time Raph walks by you, all he smells is me.”
Prefacing this with the fact that I believe all four of them are consistent users of 'baby'. Some pull it more (Leo) than others (Donatello), but that's a go-to, especially if they want something from you.
Leonardo
- Dear, baby, honey, love, if it ain't broke don't fix it, in his opinion. He's a simple guy (as simple as a ninja turtle can be...) and these come naturally to him.
- If he's particularly lovey dovey? Princess/prince, it's something cute and corny that he can pop out. He's very boyish about it
- As far as what you'd call him, you can whip around and use the same line up on him, you call and he'll answer.
- A guilty pleasure of his though is something authoritative. Sir, Sensei, Mister
- The type, that if you guys became parents, he would call you what the kids call you. I don't make the rules. (I do, but I'm not changing them) it's mostly endearing and casual, like saying your name
Raphael
- SALACIOUS once it's been long enough and he's comfortable and you're comfortable, he does lay it on
- Sweetheart, Sugar, baby, baby doll, baby mama (don't ask, he won't have a reason), and a multitude of others that are the equivalent to a sleepy wet kiss to the ear
- Very much like a cheeky old man about it, if it makes you swat at him the better.
- LOOOVES if you tease and call him big man or hot rod. Absolutely melts at being called handsome, something about it strokes that praise loving gremlin in his brain and you can get him to do whatever you need
Donatello
- Like an old man but the sweet modest kind
- Dovey/Dove, Honey, Dear, Darling, Love, etc. He only ever really pulls baby when he's wanting you or begging for some leniency. And then when he's feeling extra poetic he'll pull a different language out
- Call him smarty pants or smart ass in that sassy kind of way and he's getting hard. But he's very weak to just his name and how you say it. A sweet and simple "Donnie", or looking him in the eyes and saying his full name "Donatello" in a serious way and he's all yours
- But also he's in love with even the way you sneeze, so, it isn't hard to get what you want from him
Michelangelo
- Many people have this headcanon, but he is seriously coming up with the most ridiculous shit to get you laughing. Snookey-wookey pookie bear, sugar kiss, Honey butt, the list goes on
- In another life he was a hey mama's lesbian
- It's purely for the fact they make you laugh and make other people look at him crazy. But when it's just you two? It's weirdly your name or sun shine or baby, nothing else, he's very limited but it makes it all the more personal
- The best names to call him, are always baby/baby boy, good boy, handsome..., there's a trend here. But it makes him absolutely melt
Do You Know What You’re Doing? Bayverse! Turtles x Reader Headcanons
💌 this is based off of a tiny little tiktok trend i’m seeing… people post specific and in-depth things that their s/o does that attracts them :) figured i’d give it a go with the bay boys. a little broad but that’s likely because this was instead written a little more suggestive than i had initially planned. but… who’s complaining? lmfao
if you’re wondering… trend: ‘things i find extremely attractive’ on tiktok
synopsis: the turtles are attractive and things get explicit.
Warnings: NSFW, suggestive, 18+. MDNI. All characters aged up
Leo:
I’d like to believe that Leo, in private, genuinely finds the idea of overpowering people intriguing. He’s learned to do better, KNOWS how to do better when it comes to controlling his attitude– but you give him some leniency with it.
In the scenario where you and he decide to participate in this—"this" meaning being generous about how much of a sassy, authoritative, commanding turtle he's allowed to be—approach with caution. By God, he takes full advantage.
It’s not like the relationship he has with his brothers. Not ridiculously domineering, no. He knows when to act like an actual man.
But he is a tease.
“What?” He would sneer. Clicking his tongue, tilting his head, pouting at you when you don’t get your way.
Again. That’s only in private. He treats you like royalty in the presence of literally anyone else.
I have an idea in my head that he’s definitely the type of individual to enjoy reading books.
Classics, of course, but he gets these (cough) frisky ideas from romance books. No doubt.
That’s where Leo would learn how to do all of this romantic kinky shit to you. No social media, as he’s likely absent from it– maybe visits a few “how-to’s”, but other than that, when it comes to his romanticism tactics; it’s all literature-based.
He’s into begging. Matter of fact, I’d say it’s one of the biggest things he’s into– he loves when the words coming out of your mouth are simply words of want. You want him to do this to you? Him, of all people? You gorgeous being, you. It boosts his damn ego, plain and simple.
Leo got into this by fault of his own. Blue had gotten his hands on a romantic book that consisted of some fairly explicit adult content for the first time; lord knows how he got it. Probably found it in a trash bin on patrol, the cover looked nice.
Had no idea what the book consisted of. Picked it up. Couldn’t put it back down. Discovered something new about himself that day.
It was from then on out he started to hide his growing book collection from his family. Maybe he sets the more acceptable ones out on display… sure.
In PUBLIC, honor boy is a completely different character.
He’s respectful.
Holds the door open, buys you food, aids you with care like no other when you’re sick. Something as simple as a slight headache has him dropping everything to come baby you without having to ask.
That’s all you have to do: ask. That’s it.
If you ever get back from a date night, feet tired from wearing heels or a painful shoe all night, you best believe that man is swooping you right up and off of your feet with the shoes dangling in the other hand.
Leo’s a big fan of back-of-hand/knuckle kisses. It’s one of his favorite ways to show his respect to you, even if he acts the opposite when you’re alone ;)
He just likes getting a rise out of you… tease that man, for God’s sakes. You won’t regret it.
This is just an extra… but he absolutely loooooves helping you zip up your dress. Slowly. Surely. Matter of fact, just follow him to the bedroom, it doesn’t need to be zipped up anyways.
Raph:
We know that Raph hates being excluded from decisions, major or minor.
That’s why it’s his number one priority to make your voice heard.
He WILL make sure that you stand out in a group setting. That man is used to being left out of group conversations. If there’s one thing he can do to show his attention, it’s giving you his own undivided attention; even if that means forcing the rest of the group to listen to what you have to say.
He doesn't care if he has to fight to do it. By all means, speak your truth.
When it comes to people that aren’t his own dearly loved and immediate family, Raph is more of a socially anxious being! Contrary to popular belief, yes. It’s true. He may come off as a hot head… probably because yes. He is. But the dude knits in his free time. He hates people. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… I’m almost 99% he’d be on the introverted side if he were to be publicly accepted.
Speaking of knitting!
Gift giving is his looove language 💕
When winter rolls around, he’s knitting you a blanket and you don’t get a choice but to use it and KEEP it.
When Spring rolls around, he has you bring that blanket back to the lair so he has some sort of scent remnant of you.
It’s really no surprise as to why he wants it. 🙃
On a different topic, I’m also a firm believer that he’d be allllllll over kissing the scars on your body.
So what, you think they’re ugly? He has them too. He thinks they look cool. But oh, they look so much better on you.
Stretch marks. Scars. Injuries of the like. They show a journey and he is so unbelievably down to prove it to you.
Speaking of proving things to you….
Raph likes loves when you speak out against him. It gives him all the more reason to take your two hands in his giant green one and use that shit against you.
You wanna talk about how much you hate your body? How much you think people hate you for who you are? How shitty of a s/o you think you are?
Try saying or proving any of that when one hand is grasping two of yours and the other is over your mouth.
You’re not able to say anything, regardless. Your mind is too busy on other things ;)
Like Raph’s voice, for one. He’s vocal! And is WELL aware.
Spring, he despises; he misses you too much. However, he never allows you over, as he is far too terrified of harming you.
Because he has no control over his actions for the week (at most), you’ve been tasked with staying home. Spring, in its entirety; SUCKS– but Raph will be a trooper for ya’.
It’s only about a week’s length where spring fever hits him like a train. Yeah. A week’s length is all you have to stay home… without him.
So. Before that week starts, he gives you the worst hickies known to mankind.
They’re deep and purple. He only does it so when he sees you again, those feelings come flooding back! It’s like his season, but he’s aware this time. Hell yeah! And he’s got his girl for this round!
As long as you don’t cover them up, Raph treats you just fine. Unless you request otherwise. He’s down for anything you ask of him… Red is desperate.
Donnie:
There’s no telling when a spicier mood will hit him.
But there are signs…. and one is a dead giveaway.
It’s around three in the morning, one night. You decided to stay over at the lair with your genius boyfriend and his family; it was getting late, anyways.
There’s shit scattered all over the lair. As you trudge to grab a snack from the fridge, you manage to step on THREE things: Mikey’s Stuffed Animal, trash that Leo had begged Raph to pick up, and an aluminum wrapper of a strawberry Pop-Tart pastry that Donatello had been particularly fond of.
Speak of the devil. (He’s such a deep sleeper, how could he have heard you?)
Donnie’s voice, laced heavily with sleep, floats from the doorway.
The turtle in purple (and probably sweatpants) would mumble a silly question about why you’re up so late. He approaches, warm hand finding your waist as he leans past you to retrieve his prized juice box from the fridge— pausing before he realizes why you were probably in this exact spot, too.
"Would you like ‘n orange or an apple?" He sleepily murmurs against your forehead, pressing a kiss there before pulling back and wrapping his arms around you.
You don't answer, too distracted by how his thumb traces circles just above your hipbone, the scaly finger sending shivers through your sleep shirt.
It’s not with any intention at first. But… it does grow into some.
He likes how warm you feel against him. He likes how he can use you as a headrest. He likes how he can just think about you and nothing else on his mind. None of those stressors from his work are present in his mind just yet, he’s too focused on you.
Donnie, who is most often perceived to be “in-the-mood” after a long day at work, is actually most often “in-that-mood” when he wakes.
He’s been snoozing for a bit and has nothing on his mind. He’s zoned, he’s sleepy, he’s cozy… and you’re warm… come here, will you?
Donnie's fingers continued along your waist, calloused skin tracing the hem of your sleep shirt. His body remained pressed against yours, weight shifting as he buried his face deeper into your shoulder. You could feel the slow, even rhythm of his breathing against your neck, warm puffs of air raising goosebumps along your arms.
You felt his lips press against the curve where your shoulder met your neck, lingering there, hot and damp.
A little noise– soon discernable as a moan– slipped out from your lips.
You’ve got two seconds to decide whether you want to go back to his room or let him lift you up on the counter before he decides for you.
(someone remind me to post a mini one-shot for that scenario someday. it’s sitting in my drafts)
When Donnie IS of a more conscious state, there is no scenario that man loves more than having you in his lap when he works.
Any time you walk by, he’s waving you towards him with a finger. Or a nod of his head.
You can straddle him, cuddle him, sit in front of him while he works. Donnie doesn’t care. As long as he gets to hold you.
His hands will drift. Waaaaay further than they should be allowed to with that lab door of his wide open.
When he’s awake, he’s very into overstimulating the shit out of you. But he’s, and, this is hard to explain or put into words— nice with it? He talks you through it. Makes sure you’re okay even though you’re seeing stars while he whispers to you. Is pecking kisses upon kisses down your body.
And, of course, helps clean you afterwards.
When he’s sleepy, like previously mentioned; he likes sitting you on top of his thigh once you get back in the bedroom. He gets to watch you receive pleasure all while being able to control how much you get and when. What’s more to love?
His sleepy voice, that’s what. It’s raspy and his voice cracks more than it already does on the daily. Hell, it makes you want to be the one helping him out.
He won’t let you. He takes you in his arms and conks back out instead. 💤
Mikey:
Mikey always loved parties. Even better— he loves taking you to aforementioned parties.
Even if it’s not your thing, he sticks with you the entire time. The sweet tangerine turtle will place his hand on your back ever so slightly, wanting nothing more than to ease you mind of this rambunctious place; oh, what’s that? You want to ditch and get some fresh air?
Say no more.
He's already found the perfect place, temperature-wise. If you've made a statement about being too warm, great! He's already found a secluded place with just the right amount of breeze to keep you comfortable. Too cold? Mikey's jacket is coming straight off of his waist and straight onto your body.
He has this way of making you feel like you're the only two people there, even in the middle of a thousand-person crowd.
He'll lean in close, breath warm against your ear as he whispers some ridiculous commentary about the people around you. Mikey is great at distracting you. Making shitty experiences seem bearable for what they really are.
He looooves taking you on solo walks around the venue you're in; he pays EXTRA attention to what makes you light up as you walk past. If there's a specific vendor... for example, a dessert or drink stand if you're at a party, you best believe that man would watch his wallet run dry if it meant seeing you happy.
He's not the kind to take you out to an ice cream shop and only buy YOU something because YOU were hungry. He'll get something, too! Probably one of those seasonal flavors that sound goofy... cereal milk? That one screams 'Mikey' to me.
As the night becomes too much, and the moon carries on, you two have probably found your way back to the lair. Or, your apartment. Whichever.
Of course, when it's just you two and Mikey's attention is on you, he goes from crowd-pleaser --> pleasure-giver.
Contrary to popular opinion, he’d take it slow!
Even if he’s been with other people before, if that’s a general headcanon of yours— you’re one he genuinely cares about. Mikey’s been eyeing you for ages. Now, he’s finally got his hands on you. Slow and steady, he’ll take it— unless asked otherwise. He wants to remember this remember you.
Mikey LOVES taking the lead, and generally prefers it, but only if you explicitly offer it. He will never force a thing, but if you give him the reins, you aren’t getting them back unless you ask nicely 😂
This doesn’t take away from the fact that he also loves when YOU take the reins! Please. By all means, tell him what to do. He is not going to complain. You may actually get him to listen for once in his life 🤷♀️
Mikey is a huge (!!) fan of praise; if you compliment him or tell him how good he is at being in charge, he'll work even harder to ensure you're taken care of, confirming that he's earned the position you gave him.
Looking into it, maybe this comes from him being the youngest! He likes being able to take authority, especially when it’s in something he’s good at with someone he loves.
Reciprocal touch and reassurance are absolute musts for him; he needs to feel you reaching back just as much as he’s reaching for you. If you run your hands over his shell or pull him closer, he practically melts. He’ll often ask if he’s doing a good job or if you’re enjoying yourself, not out of insecurity, but because your verbal and physical confirmation acts like straight gasoline for him. It sets him on fire, gets him going, it’s his fuel. Seeing you lose yourself in the moment because of something he’s doing is the ultimate ego boost for him, and he’ll reward your praise with even more focused attention.
The aftercare with Mikey is legendary and arguably his favorite part of the whole experience.
He’s a total cuddle bug. He will WRAP HIS LIMBS around you like a koala and refuse to let go.
He’ll bring you water, of course, find your favorite snacks, and maybe even put on a silly cartoon just to keep the atmosphere light and cozy. He’ll then pepper your face with tired, happy kisses and whisper about how much he loves you until you both drift off. :)
And then he’ll wake you up with his snores. Because I know he does. He absolutely does.
Reader asks Donnie (Rise) If he would leave them for Uranium lol🤣
rise donnie x reader
“Are you still mad at me—” Is all Donnie can get out before you slam the window shut. He has just enough time to wrench his fingers out of the way from being crushed but he does end up falling off the side of the building he had just scaled.
He sighs, laying in the cold, hard concrete.
Yes, he realizes he made a mistake. But you had asked him when he had his head shoved in the underbelly of a car. He had been distracted! He hadn’t been thinking clearly! He obviously wouldn’t pick uranium over you… Maybe.
Oh, and now it was raining.
He purses his lips, thinking. How could he make it up to you?
He quickly climbs the building again, forcing open your window. He crawls in, noticing you hiding under your covers on the bed.
He sits on the side of the bed, not even flinching when you kick out a foot and nail him in the side of his thigh. He does take that as an opportunity to grab your ankle and pull you out from hiding.
Oh. Are you crying? That’s not good.
He curls an arm around your waist to heft you up into his lap, feeling you go limp in his hold. He positions you so you can see his wrist tech.
He… reluctantly… brings up a file he has stored.
“These are—were my plans to infiltrate a very, very secure base filled of the brim with a specific type of uranium I wanted to use for some of my projects.”
You eye him silently and he can tell that you’re furiously trying to keep more tears from falling. He tightens his hold around you, feeling guilty.
“I was going to go in a few months, but…” He makes sure you’re watching as he hovers his finger over a giant red button with a trashcan on it. “As proof to my loyalty to you, I will be deleting this and swearing an oath to never use uranium. Ever.”
Your tears slowly evaporate. You curl more towards him than away. He thinks he solved the problem.
He just won’t tell you that he has a backup of this document on his computer.
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.
