Hi, I hope you're doing well. Could you write how and when the mob!boys killed for the first time? I'm sorry if it seemed confusing, English is not my native language, I love your writing so much!
just a quick warning for this one, they were *all* children when they killed for the first time. Their backstory is being held prisoner and forced to perform in an illegal underground freak show until they were freed by activist, and later friend, April. This one will also, by the very nature of the question, be super dark (esp Mikey's) so if kids killing or murder or descriptions of violence makes you feel bad things, please skip this one x
Mob! Leo
He was about 13 when he killed for the first time
it was during the scuffle to free them and forcibly disband the freak show they were being held in
the activists had come with weapons and liberation equipment but the people running the show weren't gonna let their main act go without a fight
It was the save his father, Splinter, that he killed
he didn't mean to, he was only 13
Splinter had to fight his way out once the alarms sounded and people realised they were getting free
3 of the security guys were trying to take on Splinter, he'd gotten 2 of them off and knocked them unconscious but the third one was on his back, wire around his neck, choking him
he couldn't get him off
Leo, seeing his father failing, picked up a piece of broken glass and ran over
he plunged it into the guys side over and over
he didn't realise it punctured his lung in several places
filling with blood, the guy started spluttering and rolling around in agony
Splinter rushed Leo away and got him and his brothers out before the guy actually died but that was Leo's first fatality
Mob! Raph
Again, he didn't mean to
he just gets so angry!
it's like he sees red and then his brain doesn't connect to his fists and then hell breaks loose
it was one of the acrobats apprentices, their new trainee
Raph was about 8 at the time
and always had a short fuse when it came to sharing or being poked fun at
so when we was outside playing and this teen (yes the apprentice was a teen, maybe 15?) came over and started calling him every name under the sun and kicking at the rock formation he was building, Raph just lost it
the final straw was the kid leaning in a sneering "you know they're gonna make you fuck your brothers next, right? That'll be your new act!"
he picked up one of the biggest rocks there
and smashed it across the boy's temple as hard as he could
yelling "fuck you! fuck you! You're a liar!"
it caved in the kid's skull
Raph has never known his own strength
Mob! Mikey
((another warning, poor baby has a horrid backstory because I'm evil))
he was 5
bless him he was 5 years old
he wondered into a tent because he couldn't sleep and the lights were on past curfew
he just wanted to make a friend
they were filming something
it's mostly a blur to him, his brain's way of protecting him from the memory
she was so pretty
and her hands were soft and warm
she stroked his cheeks and smiled at him, no one else ever smiled at him
then there was yelling
and screaming
and a knife
and the camera was still going
and someone was pushing his hands...
the next thing he really remembers he's being held by Splinter, his tears wiped away (he doesn't really remember why he's crying) and there's blood all over him
he hasn't let go of the knife
Mob! Donnie
He kind of knew what he was doing
he knew he wanted to hurt them, hurt them bad
he knew he didn't want them to get back up
but he'd never really been close to human death before
the animals the show runners made them kill for entertainment were different
he was just coming up for 12 years old
some of the other acts at the freak show were constantly tormenting him and his brothers
the last straw for Donnie was them getting Splinter whipped within an inch of his life for standing up for this sons and them giving Leo a bloody nose when he tried to stop the whipping
they had this one security guy, a sadist, he dealt out the punishments
seemed to like getting his hands dirty
he snuck into the guy's trailer after picking the lock one night as he was sleeping
tried him down
whipped him, cut him and then shoved the handle of the whip down his throat and left him there
he didn't realise the guy would choke to death, honestly he didn't think about it
he didn't really care either
Splinter gave him shit for it after the news got round the guy was dead
said Donnie shouldn't be meddling
"you didn't give Leo shit for-"
it didn't matter to Splinter, Donnie fucked up and that was that.
Hello, how are you? I hope so, so if it's not too much trouble could you make the mob!boys find out that their daughter is a lesbian, like their daughter is very close to a friend they already know and they catch them kissing, I'm a lesbian and I really wanted to see their reactions, I'm in love with your writing.
I am also a lesbian and love this idea! Also thank you so much <3
Mob! Leo
Clueless
utterly clueless about the signs that his daughter is gay as fuck
until he walks in on a full on make-out session between his kid and her "best friend"
kind of just stands there in the door way, staring, mouth agape for a second or two
then it's "right....I'll let you get back to it"
there will be a conversation later, he's not thrilled because he had big plans for his kid and this isn't quite how he saw her life going but he's not upset/angry
just a little taken by surprise
"were you worried about telling me, is that why you kept it a secret"
she nods her head
"You know nothing would make me love you less, right?"
there's a hug and some tears from his kid that he wipes away as he holds her
he does, however, have some words to say about his daughter's choice in gf...
turns out the whole "no one is good enough for my babygirl" this extends to women too
at the end of the day, he just wants her happy with someone who treats her right
Mob! Raph
He also had no idea
when he walks in on her and her gf kissing he's stunned
immediately closes the door tho and walks away
he's actually happy she's a lesbian, although he did not see that coming at all
"hey, at least I don't have to worry about you getting knocked up, right?"
big dad hug after she's worried he'll be pissed
he isn't upset at all, loves her for who she is
"I have gay friends, you know. Why would you think I'd care? Besides, I like [insert gf's name here], she's a nice kid"
buys her a coming out present
100% goes to pride with her
no "dad hugs" t-shirt at pride tho, he does not want random strangers coming up to him for a cuddle
would totally wear a "proud of my gay kid!" t-shirt tho
sends her photos of every gay/rainbow thing he sees
Mob! Mikey
Doesn't know, doesn't care, it's not a big deal to him
there's not much to say on this one
Mob! Mikey is so fucking chill with the queers it's unreal
literally does not give a fuck, doesn't treat her different, doesn't need a conversation about it
when he walks in on his daughter kissing a girl he just asks what he went in to ask and leaves because 0 fucks given
like he would open the door, his daughter and her gf pull apart and freeze out of fear and he'd be like: "your mum wants to know if you want the chicken or the lasagne for dinner. Also if you don't pick lasagne I'm disowning you. Is your girlfriend staying to eat with us?"
that's it
so chill
Mob! Donnie
He knew, he knows everything
like from a young age he knew
it was the way she played with her dolls
(having the girl dolls sacrifice the boy dolls brutally and then they'd go out shopping and live together happily without a man as "the bestest friends")
he also doesn't care at all though
He would walk in, see, say "oh, sorry. I'll leave you to it" and walk off
but, being his kid, she knows how he is and would still want to talk about it
"What's there to say? You like women, congrats, so do I. Do you want a prize for it?"
1 one thing he isn't chill about is the lesbian breakup drama
he doesn't like it because, even though he will, he isn't the biggest fan of hurting or getting revenge on women and girls,
so it pisses him off when she get's her heart broken and he has to come up with a way for her to get even
is kind of invested in the drama though, secretly.
like, he learnt a whole bunch of terminology from his kid that he found cool about lesbians.
I seen in one of your post thatMob! Donnie smokes weed. I ended up having a couple questions so maybe you could do a smoking hc plz. Does he have a plug or his own personal plant? Would he share with his partner and roll up for them too? I feel like he would give a kiss and blow the smoke into it😭
Omg I didn't know I'd been waiting for someone to ask this until you did! Hell yes let's write about high Donnie!
Smoking 🍃 with Donnie
He's an indica smoker primarily
Has tried growing his own pot but doesn't have a green thumb (metaphorically, that is, because he does literally have green thumbs and everything else)
He doesn't sleep so great which is why he needs the relaxing, unwinding effects of the weed
He's actually...nice(?) when he smokes
like, he's calmer, less in his own head, less controlling, more balanced mentally
which is why he almost never lights up with other people
if he does smoke with others, it's his brothers
weed is legal in NYC so he just goes to a dispensary and buys enough for his needs
one (1) time he smoked with his partner
held her hand really gently, stroked her hair, told her she meant the world to him and meant every word, she could tell
yeah nah he regretted that sober so that never happened again
not a stress smoker,not someone who needs to get high after a bad day, it's literally just recreational/to sleep because he's a chronic insomniac.
get's dry mouth super easy from it so everyone knows he's high when he is chugging water like his life depends on it
not a snacky person when he's high, doesn't go eat everything
very quiet when he's smoking, he wants the peace it brings
does listen to music and podcasts when he's doped up tho
helps him centre himself and focus on something
has a cigarette case filled with pre-rolls as a "just in case" thing on his person most of the time
not a bong user, not really a joint/blunt user either, likes a pipe instead
also not really about the whole stoner thing, he doesn't advertise his weed use and isn't interested in the culture
also keeps pre-rolls on him because Raph has a bad temper and if Donnie flings one at him he'll shut up after a few minutes
Northern lights strain is his fave to relax, that's the main one he buys
*if* he does smoke during the day (instead of the evenings) he'll go with a sativa or a hybrid of sativa and indica like chemdawg
he also would only smoke during the day for creativity, like if he's painting (have I ever mentioned that he paints before???)
also has a habit of giving houseless people a joint or two if he see's them and they're chill
Raph has been bugging him for years to get together on 4/20 and "light shit upppp" but Donnie would rather be dragged naked through 4 miles of broken glass than participate because that sounds lame as fuck to him and he's not 13 years old anymore when 4/20 was funny or a big deal
he can be a bit more sensitive when he's stoned, like, if his partner isn't cuddling in bed he'll be a littel "shit they don't love me anymore" but he doesn't get crazy about it, he can handle it better when he's high
Mikey got him a weed bucket hat as a joke one day (Raph was filming from behind something) and Donnie set it on fire in front of him because it wasn't funny
Hi!! Um if you're feeling up to it, do you think you could possibly write something about the Mob! Turtles s/o having gone missing for a few days? (The reason for having been missing is up to you) sorry if this sounds dumb, feel free to ignore this :)
Not dumb at all, babes. In fact I love it! They would not be happy turtles if you went missing.
Mob! Leo
It's been 2 days and no call, no text, no internet use from any of your accounts
he's beside himself
he always, always said that he would keep you safe, that his work would never interfere with your life
but some things he can't control catch up to him
when he finds you, you're shivering and covered in blood, he's not sure how much of it is yours and how much is the guys he just killed who took you
he made their deaths quick, straight head shots so you wouldn't get too traumatised from seeing him do what he actually wanted to do to them
he'll save that for whoever ordered you to be taken, once you're home safe.
he scoops you up s carefully as possible
kisses your cheeks and forehead and nose
he's got a blanket in the car for emergencies that he wraps around you
the next week is just coaxing you back to your normal self
he gets you the best and most discreet therapist money can buy
gets you flowers every day
breaks down crying at one point because he's the reason this happened to you
he can't get over it
every night he holds you a little tighter than he did before
also gets you 24/7 protection
Mob! Raph
The big guy himself
a little needy and likes to know where you are at all times so the second you miss 3 calls he's out there tracking you
when he finds you, it's only been a few hours so you're not too hurt or shaken up
but you're still scared and relieved as fuck to see him
guns pointed at him and the guys who took you yell at him to get the fuck out
Raph just looks directly at you
"Cover your eyes, baby. You're not gonna wanna see this"
but you hear everything
it's mainly screaming but the occasional sound of what must be bone breaking or a guy being flung across the room.
when you open your eyes again there's blood everywhere, especially on Raph
he leads you out, holding on to you to support you the entire time
after that he gets you a gun, only a small one but good enough to do what needs to be done
he trains you, too
always telling you to go or the eyes and the throat first
and to fight dirty
he's a lot more vigilant about where you are from then on
if you miss one call he shows up at your work or house
it's not too long before he asks you to move in, though
it's easier to keep an eye on you when you're closer
he breaks down at one point, though
crying and begging you to forgive him for getting you into this mess
he'll never forgive himself if you got hurt
Mob! Mikey
you don't want to fuck with Mikey or what he considers to be "his"
but someone was stupid enough to and they paid the price
you couldn't keep track of where he was, it was like he was everywhere at once
he had a baseball bat with nails in it
you could hear the skin ripping and tearing as it swung away from whoever he just hit
eventually you just closed your eyes
he wanted to send a message loud and clear: "don't fuck with what's mine"
there were tears in his eyes when he went to untie you, though
he couldn't be more sorry that you were taken and that it was because of him
he makes a promise to you right there and then in that blood soaked room that nothing like this will ever happen again
after that he's a lot more attentive
does everything for you, at your beck and call day and night
he just wants you to understand that he will never let that happen again, that you're safe with him
secretly he's a mess, barely sleep anymore. too scared someone will come in the night to take you again
lots of "I'd be lost without you, I don't what I'd do if you were gone"
has Donnie keep track of you and update him every hour about where you are, just to be safe
Mob! Donnie
He knows you're gone after half an hour
there hasn't been any interaction on your phone, no cctv cameras can find you and he called your work and roommate and they don't know where you are
he's a mixture of pissed and worried
you, however, are tied to a chair in a place to don't recognise watching Donnie sneak up behind a guy who's yelling in your face before slitting his throat
That's very Donnie's style, not a quick death and a very bloody one
he knows where to cut so it'll take the longest to bleed out
he's worried, there's no doubt but he also has to rub it in
"I told you to take the better lit route home. This is what you get for not listening to me"
finds the other guys and kills them too the same way
after that, he uses it as leverage on you
you do what he says because he knows best
because the last time you didn't listen, look what happened
he'll never let you see it, but he's a bit of a wreck privately
there was a lump in his throat until he was you alive
he could only calm down once he knew they hadn't taken you from him
he watches you sleep most nights and keeps extra tabs on you than he did before
one day, the facade begins to crack, though
you didn't answer a calls and their wifi was fucking up so he couldn't find out where you were fast enough
you've never seen him so pale when he turned up at your house
he looked like he was about to cry or puke or pass out
"answer your fucking phone" was all he would say, though
you could barely move he held you so tightly that night
Summery: each year the mob! boys throw a spooktacular party for children and adults alike at their vast mansion, the main attraction being the horror maze in their back yard. As a reporter, it’s your job to write about the event this year but things take a turn when you end up getting as little closer to one of the brothers than you intended
((A/N: I haven’t written smut or anything like that for so long so please go easy on me!!! This is all just for funsies and I’m a shit writer so yeah, please just be kind))
October 31st: Halloween. Samhain, fright night, All Hallows eve or whatever you prefer to call it is a time where the veil between our world and the next is said to be at its thinnest. A time when black cats cause travels to cross to the other side of the street, a broken mirror is 7 years of bad luck and more than just some broken glass to clean up and Ouija boards are selling like hot cakes. Every house you pass is decorated with grinning pumpkins, capering skeletons and old witches, arching their ancient backs over bubbling cauldrons that are filled to the brim with eye of newt, hand of salamander and some other bullshit the fairy tales like to make up. Horror movies play in every household after the children are put to bed as to not scare them and bowls of candy are put out for trick or treaters. Sounds like a fun night, right?
There’s a seasonal chill in the air that causes you to turn up the heating in your car as you make a left turn past streets of generic looking houses, all busy tending to the small children knocking on their doors and demanding “trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!”. You take notice of the lawn decor and the odd house that has clearly been the victim of an egging or T-P-ing. You’d never liked Halloween. Not since you were a kid. There was something so... Ostentatious about it. “Look at me, look at my costume, give me food because I turned up at your house in the dark!” You couldn’t stand it.
Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t just curl up in bed and watch mind numbing TV until sleep took you. Tonight you had to work.
It was a tradition for the newspaper company you worked for to cover the lavish and generous party that the wealthy “Turtle brothers” (as they’d come to be known) threw every year like clockwork. There were hay rides and actors dressed up in special effects makeup and, the main attraction, a horror maze in the back yard. Of course for the adults there was food and drink a plenty and the bragging rights of managing to snag a ticket for you and your family at one of the most coveted events of the year. This year was your turn to report on this special event.
The Turtle brothers always found a way to one-up themselves each year whether that be fire eaters or a murder mystery or a petting zoo. Something “spooktacular” was bound to be in store for tonight. You didn’t want to go.
You drove for what felt like hours, maybe it was just your reluctance that made it feel that way but, eventually, you got to the gated residence that was your destination for tonight. Lining the stone walls to the biggest house you’d ever seen were hundreds of pumpkins of all different sizes that has been carved to perfection and their faces lit up but little LED lights inside them. The thickets of roses that grew up the walls of the place had fake cobwebs and spiders attached to the thorns and even the fountain in the courtyard had been dyed an eerie blood red so that it resembled an open wound. Of course there were people everywhere. Children dressed up in every costume imaginable, and their parents, ran back and forth or climbed on hay bales that adorned the walls that encased the vast mansion. Actors on stilts in horrifying clown masks or haunted doll makeup, brandishing prop knives chased unsuspecting party-goers and tables where you could get your face painted stood just outside the door to go in.
What a farce you thought to yourself as you parked. You recognised that it was nice and all that they did this for the community, but it seemed so preformative. They had more money than you could spend in 3 lifetimes and yet what did they decide to do with it? Throw expensive parties while people starved, schools were under funded and people died from not being able to afford basic necessities like medication. This was a distraction, a band-aid over a bullet wound, an act. Maybe that’s what you’d write your article about- how one of New York’s longest running charities for helping the homeless has had to close its doors recently yet these men (turtles? Mutants?) had the money to afford a life sized zombie ice sculpture in their entrance hall.
You hung your jacket up in the foyer and began to regret not wearing a costume, you were there to work after all but looking normal made you stick out like a sore thumb. You wore a white blouse and black skirt that went half way down your thighs as that was the dress code for work and you were here on the job. You grabbed a drink off of a silver tray that was being carried around by a waiter who a white shirt and black trousers as well as a black waistcoat. Goddamn it, I dressed like the help. Maybe some fake blood or a little dark contouring could help?
The inside was just as marvellous as the outside of the house, every room had been decorated perfectly to go with this years theme: the masque of the red death, based on the short story by Gothic literature’s own Edger Allen Poe. Every room had a colour scheme and every object in that room went according to that colour. In the blue room was blue furniture and ornaments as well as blue lighting. The white room has white skeletons and even a white chandelier. This was the same for the orange room and the same for the green, purple and violet rooms. You wondered where the black room was and how they were going to pull of the blood red effect like in the story. Before you could think any more about that, you laid eyes on them. All dressed like they were going to a 14th century masquerade, complete with masks on sticks and ruffles. They were taller than you expected, the biggest one, dressed in purple, averaging at a good 6′7″ in your estimation.
You took a sip of your drink, it tasted expensive which wasn’t to your liking. You were more used to the $7 bottles of wine you could get a trader Joe’s than whatever this fancy shit was. Before you could find a houseplant to spit your mouthful of wine into, an announcement was made. The oldest one, dressed in blue, Leonardo, tapped the side of his glass with a spoon and cleared his throat.
“Welcome everyone, we’re so glad you could make it out tonight and we welcome you to our home! Everyone is looking rather dashing although I will admit I haven’t seen this many witches since I was turned into a turtle” a reference to the urban legend that these turtle men were cursed by a witch- something parent would tell their children to scare them into behaving. Everyone laughed. “Now, from how some of you are dancing I’m assuming you all found the refreshments section with ‘adult drinks’ alright and I would like to ask for all of your attention as we unveil the main attraction for tonight: the black room!”
As he said those final words, the curtain behind him fell revealing a room painted back with a dark and cavernous interior. Just like the theme for the other rooms, everything inside was painted black from the furniture to the grandfather clock that stood in the room. But, like the story, since you can’t have black lighting, the whole room was illuminated by scarlet lights that cast a gruesome effect over the room as if everything were wet with blood.
The crowd roared with excitement at what had been exposed and ventured into the room much to the obvious delight of the brothers. You took out your camera and snapped a few photos while everyone was distracted. You caught a lovely image of a child dressed as a vampire holding a jock ‘o lantern where his head should be and another of the decor of the house. Everything was going as it should be, the music was loud, the chatter was louder, drinks flowed and dancing ensued. Children ran past everyone’s feet to get outside to the maze that was illuminated by lit pumpkins with ghastly faces and fake blood splatters all over them. Maybe you had judged this night too harshly after all.
While you went about doing your work, you couldn’t shake this feeling as though you were being watched. The hairs on your arms stood up and a chill went through you as you looked around only to meet eyes with the 6′7 figure of Donatello. He kept your gaze for a moment or too, longer than you would have liked, before looking away and returning to whatever conversation he was having with a rather drunk werewolf who seemed to be prodding him to emphasise some point he was making. Weird you thought but, you didn’t let it distract you. You came here for a reason and as soon as you’d gathered all the pictures you needed and stayed long enough to write a decent story on the night, you’d be out of here. Eyes on the prize, bitch.
You “interviewed” a few of the kids who were there, a sweet 7 year old said it had been his dream for months (and he emphasised the word as if months is a long time to wait, bless children) to attend this night. He wanted to experience everything his big sister had told him that happened last year. That would make an endearing section of the story. You could picture it now “Turtle brothers making a young boy’s dream come true!” But, as you moved around the rooms, making sure to take in their splendour as you did, you could still feel someone looking at you. Those same eyes as before.
Donatello was dressed as lavishly as possible. A white Venetian mask with purple accents adorned his side, not bothering to raise it up to his face to complete the look, and frilly clothes that you weren’t educated enough to name but seemed fitting for the theme of the night. Gold jewellery like chains and rings gleamed in the faint light of the dark blue room and his green skin to turned a cyan colour by consequence of the colour mixing. He looked spectacular, a figure that demands authority and caution. Why the fuck was he staring at you?
No smile, no nod of the head to indicate friendliness. Nothing. It was... Unnerving. Before you could pluck up the courage to go over and ask what the hell his problem was, the door burst open in an almost theatrical way.
Three men, all clearly heavily intoxicated, barged in with security close behind but not fast enough to stop them. They wore cheap, dollar store Halloween costumes and you recognised one as the scream mask killer. A loud “wheeeheeyyyy” erupted from the one brandishing a Jack Daniels bottle soon followed by a “lets party!”
The crowd, not knowing if this was part of the show tonight, murmured in awed confusion. Everyone but the Turtle brothers.
“Gentlemen, I don’t believe you have ticket to tonight’s event” began Raphael. He wore garb similar to Donatello except his attire was mostly crimson- his signature colour. Some around New York rumoured that he wore it to cover up any blood stains that may be on him.
“I- we- y-you” began the ringleader of the men. “We just came here for a good t-time. Don’t be a douche!” he bellowed before loudly belching. You got a little closer to see what was happening better. The man wore a torn up mechanics outfit that was ill fitted to his size, a little torn up for effect and had red splotches all over it for the Halloween vibe and he reeked of alcohol. Maybe you were a little too close for comfort.
Before you could turn away to disappear and allow someone else to handle this, a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you in. That hand belonged to the aforementioned drunk whose laminated name tag on his costume read “Larry”.
You nearly yelped as he pulled you face to face with him, hands wondering down your body and asked “He-hey pretty thing. What you s’posed to be, eh?”
Your efforts to push him away were to no avail, he was much larger and stronger than you but, before you had to take it to an extreme and violently hurt this man to get him off you, a green fist connected with his jaw sending him flying.
He hit the door frame with a loud thud and spun around to see where the attack came from. You did the same. Standing beside you was Donatello, in all his glory, and a “don’t fuck with me” look on his face. Brow furrowed and lips pulled tight revealing a set of clenched teeth. The mob boys had always been known for their careful treatment of the “fairer sex” and this man had just violated you. You could hear the gasps behind you of everyone watching and the shuffling of feet to get away or perhaps come closer, you weren’t sure as you couldn’t take your eyes off the situation at hand.
Larry stumbled towards you both and raised his bottle in his right hand in preparation to bring it down on the mutant turtle’s head. Donatello pushed you out of the way so hard that you fell and hit your head on the corner of an ornate and ancient table in the foyer. Everything was a little blurry after that as your vision went in and out of focus. You remember hearing shouts and strong words. A few figures wrestled in front of you but nothing you could clearly focus on due to your new injury.
Staring down at your own hands on the white tiled floor you tried to focus on not throwing up before raising one hand to your throbbing forehead. As you pulled away you could see the all too familiar viscous red substance you knew as your own blood. Shit. It didn’t feel like too long later but, when you raised your head to look up at whoever had just placed a hand on your shoulder, the three men were gone and you were gazing into the eyes of Donatello once again. He helped you up and as you grabbed his bicep for balance you could feel how rock hard it was. Another shiver, of a different kind, went through you. You were always a sucker for the muscular ones.
“How much does it hurt?” his words felt alien to you for a moment before you could fully comprehend them.
“It’s less my head and more how I feel like....Watch your shoes, I’m gonna barf!” as those words left your mouth, so did the contents of your stomach- all over the beautiful white floor. At least tile is easy to clean up.
He lead you by the hand (well, waist) through another corridor that was roped off to stop the guests intruding on the private areas of the turtle’s house. You both went into a little room that was colder than the rest of the house and painted white and rather plain, to you at least, and resembled a hospital room. There was a gurney in the centre of the room and a small desk in the corner. Donatello helped you up onto the gurney and handed you a box of tissues that you gratefully took and wiped your mouth with before offering you a glass of water.
It was then that you remembered that he had trained as a surgeon, a successful one at that but the family business called him away. You wondered if that was a source of tension between him and his brothers, no, his late father- as he was the one demanding that his brothers carry on his legacy.
You took a moment to look around, there wasn’t much on the walls. A few surgical diagrams and almost medieval looking tools that made you shiver. Your head was starting to throb now and, as if reading your mind, Donatello finally spoke again.
“It looks like you have a concussion and, obviously, a nasty gash on your forehead. It shouldn’t be too hard to take care of” he was holding a syringe with a clear liquid filling it which made you nervous. You hated needles, it’s why you never gave blood or had any piercings aside from your ears which your mother pressured you into getting when you were 14.
“it’s only lidocaine, nothing to worry about” Donnie reassured you, placing a careful hand on your knee. His bedside manner was quite charming and a little more touchy feely than you had anticipated. His reputation was that of a cold hearted criminal but here he was, comforting you in your most vulnerable hour.
You placed your hand on top of his that rested on your leg and gave him a warm smile. You appreciated him taking care of you.
After the stitches were all finished and an adhesive bandage had been secured over your wound Donatello actually started talking to you. You were a little surprised to say the least, he was a quiet man but seemed to not want your little interaction to be over quite yet. It wasn’t much, but it was polite and he seemed genuinely intrigued by what you had to say. You talked about your job and family and moving to New York and how that had effected you. He listened and asked follow up questions where necessary. Nothing much, but enough to make you feel seen.
After a moments silence, you got up off the gurney and motioned towards the door saying you think it’s about time you got back home and slept as the clock on his desk showed it was coming up for 11pm, meaning you had talked for well over an hour and the party would be finishing up now.
You walked towards where he sat in his desk chair and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek followed by your thanks but you stopped in your tracks. The second your lips made contact with him his entire body went stiff and you knew then you fucked up. You had overstepped your bounds and ruined whatever rapport you had with him. Oh shit. You turned and walked for the door when, for the second time this evening, you were grabbed. You spun around and almost instantly Donatello wrapped his arms around your waist and his lips collided with yours.
This was a very welcome distraction from the pain in your head and you kissed him back gratefully, reaching up and resting your arms around his neck. He pulled you in closer, there was a hungry eagerness to his actions that made you feel so desired- the way his hands gripped at you and ran down to fondle your ass. Suddenly you were no longer standing but had been picked up and instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you over to his desk and placed you back on the ground. You knew what was coming next but almost couldn’t believe it. Why you? Why had he chosen you out of all the beautiful and successful women he is usually surrounded by? You didn’t have much time to think anymore as he trailed hot kisses down your neck and moved your shoulders for you to turn around. You did as he instructed and placed your hands on the mahogany desk in front of you. The wood was cool beneath your burning hands and you leaned over a bit, sticking your ass out to give him easier access when the time came.
Donnie continued to focus on your neck, nipping and kissing at it so that you moaned and squirmed in readiness for him. His hands moved from your waist to underneath your skirt. He found your most precious spot and began to rub circles over your panties so well that you had to bite your hand to stop from calling out in pleasure.
“I want you” you gasped as he used his other hand to reach up and cup your breast.
No reply from him, all you felt was his hands leaving your body and the sound of his belt being undone. You were more than ready for him, but he already knew that. He could probably feel how soaked your underwear was.
One of his hands returned to your hips and the other was used to guide himself into you. You could feel yourself stretch at his sheer size and before you knew it he had bottomed out inside of you. You let out a sigh of relief. You’d be lying if you said you’d never imagined what the brothers would be like “down there”. They’re all so tall and broad and it sets the imagination on fire to think about.
Donatello began to pull out again before slamming back into you which came as quite a shock and you had to steady yourself by gripping the desk lest you fall over from his power. It was a lot to take in but it felt so good you could hardly complain. His thrusts were hard and deep and unyielding and his hands wondered from your breasts to your hips but settled on your throat, squeezing your neck just a little as to cut off blood supply to the brain and send you into a dizzy spiral.
You gasped and moaned at every jolt into you, he was like a machine. Always keeping pace and never stopping, you wondered how he could last this long with the vigour he was going at but you were happy that this didn’t look like it would be over any time soon.
He pulled out and spun you around the face him before pushing you back onto the desk so that you sat in front of him. His mouth met yours and he was back inside of you, ploughing you once more. Your tongues danced and now you had the opportunity to feel him the same way he had touched you. You ran your hands over his chest. It was warm and solid from years of heavy training and you could only imagine what was underneath his costume. You hands slipped around his waist and you pulled him closer to you so that you were now belly to belly. You wanted all of him and as much as he would give you.
Grasping the back of your neck to keep you there, he continued to kiss you deeply as he fucked you. You leaned back a little and wrapped your legs around his hips to give him a better angle into you. He was hitting exactly the right spot and you pulled away from the kiss to rest your forehead against his. You could hear him almost grunting now with exertion and pleasure. You closed your eyes with the bliss of what was happening, the electricity you felt between the two of you and the tightness in your lower stomach that meant you were close to release. You felt his hand wrap around your ponytail and pull your head back.
“Look at me” he commanded and you did as he said, looking deep into his hazel eyes as he mercilessly rammed into you. He smiled at the lost expression on your face as he moved from pulling your hair back to your throat and squeezed once more. That was too much for you and you were sent over the edge- rolling your eyes back and moaning loud enough for the guests down the hall to hear exactly what was happening. You hoped no children were still at the party.
You rested your head in the crook of his neck as he gave his final few thrusts before finishing inside of you with a moan. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and held you like that for a few minutes while you both panted from the shared climax. You could feel him inhale deeply into your hair, taking in the smell of your coconut shampoo. After a few more seconds, he pulled away and looked down at you smiling.
“I must say, this is the best Halloween I’ve had in a while. Fuck the candy corn and the fucking maze upstairs. You wanna come back next year? Off the job, of course” his words made you smile.
“Next year might be a little to long. How about coffee next week?” you answered. He smiled brighter at you and stroked your cheek.
“I know just the place”
You stood up from the desk and could already feel his seed spilling out of you and down your leg but it didn’t matter. It would serve as a nice reminder of what happened in that little room. Donnie helped you straighten out your clothes and hair as there were no mirrors in the room and lead you back to the now ending party. Before you left he handed you a napkin with his number written on it and told you to call when you got home safe so you could make plans for the drink next week.
Getting back into your car you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You had managed to charm one of the most feared men in the city and fucked him the same night you met him and he wanted to see more of you.
Driving home you passed the now dark houses that only a few hours ago had been lit up by pumpkins and ghostly lights. You hummed along with the late night radio and tapped the steeling wheel until you pulled into your driveway. Maybe this time of year isn’t as shitty as I thought. You pulled out the napkin from your pocket and dialled the number, within two rings there was a response.
“Y/n! I was just thinking about you” the voice on the other end purred.
Maybe Halloween was turning into your new favourite holiday.
Ok but like here me out their s/o defending the mob!turtles in court and walking about like bad B’s 😆 love your work btw!
thank you so much! I love that you guys seem to like the mob! turtles stuff
Mob! Leo
now they’re trying to get you to admit that all the clubs and bars they own are a front for the mob
but you’re not gonna do that
you’ve been prepped and practised by Leo for way too long
and honestly you’re just ready to cause hell because they have no real evidence, they just want you to slip up
“look, ms y/n, you seem like a decent and intelligent person...”
“thank you, and if I weren’t under oath, I’d return the compliment”
the whole courtroom goes silent
you look over at Leo who is trying to conceal his grin behind his hand
that night you’re in for being showered with gifts, wine and attention
because he loves this cocky side of you
the one that knows you can get away with murder because of him
Mob! Raph
it’s not unusual for Raph to be on trial for something relating to murder
it’s actually pretty usual for him
but you’re on the stand this time and he hates that you’ve been dragged into it
but alas you have been and it’s your turn on the stand
honestly you’re so done with the entire thing, it’s been hours of nothing but circumstantial evidence and he-said-she-said stuff
so you’re feeling a little feisty
“Now, the autopsy was done on his dead body and-”
“Well, I’m glad it was done on his dead body, I’m sure if he were alive he’d have put up a bit of a fight now wouldn’t he...”
the judge bangs his gavel and demands you take this more seriously to which you just roll your eyes
Raph has to look away to keep a straight face
but when you get off the stand you get a quick swat on the butt and he tells you “hey, take this more seriously....That was kinda funny though, but be serious”
Mob! Mikey
Mikey’s been on trial more times than he’s had hot dinners
and it’s for everything from tax evasion to aggravated assault to arson
at this point the trial is just dragging on
Mikey’s lawyers are just too good for him to go down for this which is always the case
money really can buy you a lot of things
“and your last relationship was terminated by?”
“By death”
“and who’s death was it terminated by?”
“I’ll give you three guesses....”
Mikey can barely contain himself especially when you follow it up with “Maybe law isn’t for everyone...”
when you get off the stand he scoops you up in his arms and gives out a fully belly laugh
you’re in for a wild time tonight, he loves seeing this side of you
Mob! Donnie
Hacking is always what Donnie’s in for
or something related to that
but this time it’s to do with a fight at one of the clubs
“And were you present when this picture was taken?”
“I...I’m in the picture”
“Yes but were you present?”
“Did you actually pass the bar exam?”
He can’t help himself, Donnie snorts with laughter
he’s got to give you credit, that was funny
for days after the trial he’s so much more relaxed with you
little things like this lets him know that he can trust you and let his guard down with you, that you have his back
flowers and trips away ensue because of your “good behaviour”
Do you think that any of the guys from your Mob Boss AU have any ounce of a soft side? Like moments in time Raph and Y/N have a tickle fight in bed and there’s just that soft side that comes out every so often in between them being stone cold most of the time?
oh of of course! Admittedly, I don’t really write about it that often or at all but they are so soft for the women they love.
Leo is mainly a gift giver, so if you show interest in anything you can guarantee that he will buy that thing for you and smile so fondly as he watches you fawn over it.
Raph is all about quality time and will make a point to reschedule or straight up cancel shit to spend it with you even if it’s something silly like you have a bit of a cold and he wants to take care of you
Mikey is such a simp for the woman he loves (Peach) and would literally do anything for her. You will not finder a softer man than he is for her, just the purest love in the world.
And Donnie will spend hours with his head on your stomach, looking up at you and caressing your skin just telling you how beautiful you are and how he wouldn’t survive without you.
I don’t really say it but they love so deeply and so much when it comes to their s/o, it’s almost pathetic. They would die for them, kill for them and even live for them which is the hardest thing of all to do. They all have their issues regarding women but their love is something to be matched. You won’t find any other like them.
