(Not a request, just brainrotting) imagine the turtles being hugged by their s/o from behind to surprise them and their s/o can't fully hug them because their shells are making them too thick to hug so the s/o's hands are just on their chest, not touching each other, not even the fingertips
I actually don't think you understand just how much this scenario circles my thoughts, like, it makes its rounds regularly 😩
Trying to hug any of them from behind would be tricky, but I imagine it being ESPECIALLY difficult with our Bay baddies and Rise Raph alike
Plus, you know, you just know, that the boys will get their kicks out of it, whether it's because they find the act endearing or hilariously adorable
OR
"Not a request", but a thought that inspired me to write the teeniest tiniest little thing because this is my kinda brainrot 🤌 And I think kicking my rusty gears into action with something small should help, so thank you, Anon
TOC x Reader
Somewhere around here...
Unfortunately not.
Maybe in the next room?
That would be a resounding no.
You were certain his brother said he was still training one-on-one with Splinter, unless they decided to call it early for the day. They must have because there isn’t a single soul in sight concerning the dojo. Any equipment that may have been used is safely stored away, though the room is still warm with the echoes of their sparring, so it mustn't have been long since they finished.
As you tread through the lair, you can't help but become thrilled by your self-amused detective work. This must be what it's like for him and his brothers out on the field; traversing the city scape to unlock the secrets behind a new, twisted mystery. Granted, it's much lower stakes, and it likely won't be much more time until you find him, but you tell yourself as you feel necessary to keep that silly brain of yours entertained.
Whatever makes you happy.
Before long, a scent wafts within the walls of layered brick and combined concrete; a familiar scent and one that could only be made responsible by the object of your search.
Lunch.
More specifically, his favourite lunch, and with this new trail beckoning your strong desire for reunion, you answer the call and follow swiftly. The aroma strengthens the closer you get, guiding you like a deviant little sprite through the familiar labyrinth of the lair. It’s definitely, and obviously, pizza, but in particular, it’s his favourite toppings that have your attention. That’s how you know. The smell grows stronger still as you round the last corner, leading you directly to the dimly lit yet warm and comforting kitchen.
And there he is. Your target.
Huddled over the chipped countertop, completely oblivious to your presence, is him. His broad shoulders are hunched, a slice halfway to his open mouth, eyes closed and completely lost to the reward for his training. He’s so engrossed that he doesn’t even register your silent approach. The perfect opportunity for a strike.
With the stealth of a ninja, or at least, someone trying to be stealthy in worn sneakers, you creep up behind him. Your arms are already extending, ready to wrap around his waist, to catch him off guard with a sudden, tight hug. The element of surprise is key, and you’re about to nail it.
Thud.
Your chest makes solid contact with domed shell, arms attempting to encircle him, but no dice. They don’t cover as much area as you would like them to, at least. It’s like trying to hug a boulder. Your hands stretch around as far as they can, fingers splayed, reaching, aching to connect in front, but finding only empty, frustrating space between them. Differing dimensions hadn’t occurred to you, obviously. Your palms flatten against the cool plastron, resting just above his belly, each appendage a solitary island that can’t quite reach the other. Again. you try with one more mighty squeeze, squishing your face into his shell as much as humanly possible without breaking your jaw. When that still doesn’t work, you lean sluggishly against him, a cheek bashing into the curved obstacle with a dramatic huff.
As if to add insult to injury, the presumably sly attack barely gets a reaction either. No jump, no startled break in his breath. Nothing! You just about see the back of his head dip forward, probably to look at how much distance sits between your hands, and then there’s a cordial laugh, one that rumbles from his body to yours just before you even hear it.
"Huh, look who it is," he says, feigning surprise whilst his voice sits lazily with amusement.
He gently grabs onto your wrists, pulling the futile attempt at a hug away, and promptly pirouettes you into a full 180 as he does the same. Before you can object or think to question the abrupt reposition, his arms snake around you, palms pressing into your waist but oppositionally to their respective left and right.
Another chuckle hums in his throat, and he leans against your ear, whispering, "This is how you do it," before pecking your cheek and turning back to take his meal off into the lounge, rendering you immobile for the coming seconds.
Perhaps, more than a few seconds, actually.
What an ass. It’s not your fault he’s built like tank.
But that doesn’t mean you won’t stop trying.
For clarity, my requests aren't open! Yet. But this was a lovely and unexpected prompt which got my brain going. Thanks for the little inspo, again! 'Preciate it 😘 <3
Ok just imagine, the Bay turtle’s lovely training everyday in secret to take their cock fully to surprise them? We all know the Bay boys are bigger then average in more way then one, so their significant other slowly working up to their size would be *chef kiss*
The absolute shock that they would experience when their partner saunters up to them all doe eyed saying they have a special present. Only for the turtle’s to loose their mind as they fully sink down to the hilt for the first time.
It would be so romantic but so hot. Female reader, Bay Turtles (choose which one you like, or go with all of them), thank you and have fun with the prompt!
YES
Bay!Turtle of Choice x Fem!reader
He curiously follows you through your apartment, your hand wrapped around his larger one and an infectious smile on your beautiful face.
"What exactly do you mean by 'surprise'?" He smiles at your giggles.
"You'll see," opening your bedroom door, he sees that the lights have been dimmed and LED candles are strewn about. Rose Petals line the empty floor space around the bed. And the bed was covered in dozens of soft pillows and blankets.
"Baby," He coos, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your back to his chest. "This is a nice surprise,"
"That's only part of the surprise," You smirk, pulling away from him.
"I'm going to go slip into something....a little more comfortable," grabbing the waistband of his pants, you tug him close, your lips inches apart. "I want you laying on the bed, naked and hard by the time I get back,"
You spin on your heels and lock yourself into the bathroom, moving quickly. You put on your new lingere in his favorite color, enjoying how the stockings made your legs look.
You take a breath, then open the door.
As asked, he's laying with his shell propped up on your pillows, in all his naked glory. He gasps when he sees you.
"Damn, baby," He sits up, making you blush as you walk up to the bed. "Is that my surprise?"
You giggle, crawling on your hands and knees on the bed. Using your hands to push him to lay back.
"Almost," His hands massage your ass and hips as you lean forward, kissing him soundly.
He moans softly when you bite his bottom lip, slipping your tongue into his mouth.
Reaching between your bodies, you stroke his hard cock, enjoying hoe he jumped at the sudden contact.
"You like this?" You nip at his jaw, then his neck. Kissing and sucking to your hearts content as your hand slowly stroked him.
"Alright," in a swift move, he flips you over onto your back.
He kisses all over your body, bur especially between your legs. Raising them up over his shoulders, he kisses, slurps, and sucks your pussy like it's his last meal.
You whine and writh against the bed, hand holding his head like a life line. Your own tossed back, body arched and legs shaking.
You cum hard and long on his lips, screaming out his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
"Come here," You breathlessly pant.
He climbs up and claims your lips. You press on his shoulders making him lay back on his shell.
Swinging your leg over him, you use the momentum to reach and grab the lube on your nightstand.
You smear it all over your soaked pussy and his hard cock.
"Just, remember, slow baby," His face falls slightly. He knows he's too big, but you've been trying like crazy for the past few weeks to take all of him.
Well little does he know...
You notch him at your entrance, planting your hands on his shoulders and leaning down. Your breath fanning across his face.
"Surprise," in one slow fluid motion, you sink fully onto his cock. You both moan loudly. Your ass sits flush on his thighs.
Feeling so full and overwhelmed, you move your hips up and down, taking him again and again.
"Fuck baby," He moans, sweat gathering on his brow. His lip caught between his teeth and his hands groping your hips. "How'd...."
"I've been practicing," You pant, moving harder.
"Fuck!" Bending his knees, he pistons his hips up into you. You lock your knees to not fall over and moan loudly, your tits bouncing.
"You feel so good. So good and big and hard inside me," You chant, eyes rolling back into your head.
"Fuck you're.....ah! Amazing," He stutters, unable to think right.
His hand snakes down to furiously rub your clit. It sends you spiraling into the best orgasm of your life. You scream louder than before, gushing and clenching around him.
He moans loudly, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you as his hips jerk. He empty himself into you. Panting into your hair, he rubs your back.
Rated T: kissing, established (new) relationship with turtle of choice
Your boyfriend returns from patrol.
It's cold and it's dark, and from up here the city is a quiet kind of beautiful. But the boys are out later than they said they’d be and you won’t sleep a wink until they’re home.
You worry your lip and with a shrug tuck into the oversized sweatshirt he left behind. It shelters you from the chill and surrounds you with the scent of tea, sweat, and cologne. Your relationship is new, but this is already your favorite scent, when he’s the one wearing it. Tonight, the way it fades into the fabric reminds you he still hasn’t called.
Scanning the ground from the rooftop of your apartment building, you squint against the wind and sigh.
There’s a whisper of shadows along the edge of the opposite roof, and you lift binoculars to check it out. But, in an instant, you realize you’re not alone.
Strong, familiar hands move up your back before gently sliding under your arms. They fold over your ribs and you're enveloped in your boyfriend’s embrace even before he makes a sound.
His stealth thrills you more than it should. But you've never felt as safe as you are when in his arms.
You lean back, letting him take the weight of you against his plastron. It’s only been a day since you parted, but time passes slowly whenever he’s gone. As if sensing your thoughts, he nuzzles into your neck. Burrowing into you. The hood of the sweater falls back, exposing you to the chill, but his breath is warm against your skin. Your anxiety melts away with every brush of his lips. After a lingering kiss to your jaw, he nips at your ear. “You should be asleep.”
His mouth moves over your skin and his voice sends a shiver up your spine. Your knees go weak when he purrs.
You blame your light-headedness on exhaustion, trying to hold onto a shred of impatience so you can remind him you were expecting his return hours ago. He's supposed to call if things run late.
But he whispers apologies between kisses and you turn to putty in his hands.
With a low laugh to hide how tired you are--and how worried you’ve been--you turn in his arms. "You know I love a challenge," you say, but your smile falters when his face comes into view. Renewed concern floods your senses at the sight of the gash below his right eye. You’re reminded why seeing him after patrol is bittersweet. On reflex, you reach up.
He winces at your touch and your breath catches in your throat. The curve of his sardonic smile pulls at the fresh wound and your stomach flips when it starts to bleed. For all the confidence you have in his training and skill, you can't deny that it scares you to see him after a fight. Since even before you went from friends to more, every patrol, every cut and bruise, has put your heart in a vice.
The other guys’ partners handle this better, you think. Maybe it's because they've been around longer. Or maybe they were numb to violence before getting involved. You can’t imagine getting used to this.
With shaky hands, you run your fingers along the underside of his mask. You’re careful not to press where the fabric is split, dark and wet. “It’ll take a stitch or two to heal,” you think aloud. His father is still teaching you the delicate process. An injury this close to the eye will be tricky.
Under your caress, the bravado of his smile gives way to the gentle expression you fell in love with. He leans into your touch now, despite the pain he must feel.
"No big deal." He says, taking your head in his hands. These hands, rough, bandaged, and bruised by his nightly heroism, demonstrate their capacity for soothing touch. The drag of his blunt fingertips over your scalp dissolves your agitation into a contented hum. Your warrior’s gaze is soft when he tells you, "I'm fine."
Your face twists as you prepare to disagree, but he steals your words and your breath with a kiss.
It’s tender and brief. Too brief. And too chaste. And too careful. Too much like all the kisses you’ve shared before. It leaves you desperate for something more.
You part your lips and kiss him deeper. There’s a moment when you think he’ll match your intensity. When you think he needs you as much as you need him. But then you consider the possibility he’ll step away.
You won’t let go. You can’t. Not yet. Not when you’ve just gotten him back from the dangers of the night.
Taking him roughly by the strap of leather he wears across his chest, you pull him toward you just in case. He stumbles forward on heavy legs, pliant under your hands. Bringing a hand to your waist, he holds you secure. Your own hands keep a tight grip on his pack.
Your thundering heart aches. But the firm pressure of his hands assures you he isn't going anywhere.
Settled by the promise of his embrace, you break the kiss. You trade unsteady puffs of breath to keep from drowning in the depths of his eyes. Your lips taste like his and when you hear him swallow you want to taste him again.
“I don't think I'll ever get used to this,” you admit quietly, petting the rough plates of his plastron. Your fingers catch on a scar above his heart and you cover it with your palm wishing love into the old wound. "The fighting. Knowing you're out there with all the..."
You take a shuddering breath and he nods. You don't need to finish the thought and he doesn't need to remind you that he's come home with worse than a black eye before. Tonight he walked away with barely a scratch. Some nights he and his brothers are lucky to walk away at all.
His face falls. Eyes shutter.
“But you’ve got me,” you say, lifting his gaze with a touch to his chin. “I’ve got you.”
Your hands return to the leather strap. Your grip on it is insistent and you tug, determined to get him to listen. "You come home to me and I'll be waiting. Just… come home."
His eyes go wide and they shine with disbelief. When he nods this time it's with a tip of his head that draws him near. He rests his forehead on yours and sighs relief. He makes his promises against your lips as your mouths meet again and again.
Waiting isn't your strong suit. But you'll always wait for him.
Every part of her was addicting. Her lips, her neck, her breasts, her thighs and in-between them. I could kiss and taste all of her body and I would still want more until she was a complete mess under me. “I’m starting enjoy the sounds that I’m making you do...”
Being in a relationship with a mutant turtle comes with its challenges and not always the kind you would expect
2012 Turtles x Reader
Turtle of choice
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When it comes to new dating, there's a fair share of hurdles to overcome. Whether that be understanding what makes your partner tick, how to manage certain boundaries, and so on. Dating a mutant turtle who has been trained in the ancient art of ninjitsu comes with a different set of hoops to jump through.
With him being a vigilante, you expected to endure sleepless nights in which you'd worry for his wellbeing. You anticipated that it would get easier over time. You were wrong. The evenings drag out, painstakingly slow, until you finally receive a message confirming that he's okay. Despite your best efforts to remain rational, you can't help your wondering mind from firing horrible images of his demise. It's something you try to keep quiet but he eventually catches onto it and that's when he suggests you sleep over for the first time.
When you each get over your initial bashfulness, it is a truly heavenly delight - wrapped up in his arms and lulled into a safe security. You both have to wonder why you never suggested this earlier but things are still new. Without a doubt, it's the best you've slept since the beginning of your relationship.
Morning comes and you awake atop his plastron. It feels like one of those moments in cheesy, romantic movies and you can't help but entertain indulgence. With a satisfied sigh, you make yourself comfortable, pressing your ear against his chest. A few moments pass and it dawns on you that you can't hear his heartbeat. In a short, ferocious wave of fright, you sit up and call out his name over and over. Your sudden wails and shaking of his body wake him up in a panic. When you realise he isn't dead, you let out a heavy breath and relieved tears quickly follow. He first worries that you had some horrific nightmare and tries his best to calm you down. For the most part, you're still shaken up but you manage to explain to him what had happened for you to get so worked up.
You do not appreciate the bellows of laughter that follow.
"It's not funny!" you cry.
You hit his arm and roll onto the bed, turning your back to him. As he takes you back into his arms, he's still laughing his stupid little head off. He isn't making fun of you. Well, he is but he just hadn't expected that to be why you got into such a tizzy. In all honesty, your concern is adorably sweet and he feels honoured to have someone who cares so much about him.
Researching the matter later, you understand why it was so impossible to hear his heart in the first place:
'With their thick protective shells, listening with a stethoscope for a heartbeat is impossible. The best way to check for a heartbeat is to use a doppler ultrasound to pick up on a pulse.'
You almost have to snicker at yourself for how absurd it is to research your boyfriend's anatomy. Typically, these kinds of searches entail how to kiss properly or birthday gift ideas. Normal stuff where having a new boyfriend is concerned. Yet again, you should have known this kind of relationship would be anything but normal.
Dating a mutant comes with obstacles but you know you would never have it any other way.
Tmnt bayverse with a SO that has a twin (you can decide the gender of the twin)?
Doing this as headcannons and with both a girl and boy twin
Double Trouble
Like all twins, the turtles need to spend a bit of time with you and your sibling before they can really tell you guys apart
But not to worry! They're very observant and notice all the little details and before you know it they don't even have to look up to know which one of you is talking
If you have a twin sister, your turtle boo is going to try to be best friends with her
(It's definitely not to get some embarrassing childhood stories)
Mikey will desperately try to get in on all your inside jokes, he thinks you both are hilarious
You both give Donnie heart attacks sometimes. You both know he needs sleep so you'll dress the same and purposely both bump into him and make him think he's going crazy and seeing double. (And yes this will work even if you're fraternal twins)
If you have a twin brother, he will 100% try to square up to the turtles.
You know the whole "break her heart I break your face" speech
But the turtles sit down with him and have a real heart to heart about how much you mean to him
They become real bros then 🤝
No matter the gender of your sibling, I'm sorry to say this but Raph will 100% accidentally slap their ass thinking it was yours
He apologizes profusely and from then on doesn't just slap the first ass he sees when walking into the kitchen
Leo's so nervous if you guys are identical twins, he doesn't want to offend you by thinking you're your sibling but sometimes his brain can be a little slow
He has tricks to figure out who's who. When making his morning tea, he'll lean up against the counter and wait for one of you to come in. You, his loving partner, always snuggle up to his side, mumbling a good morning and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
Or if you both are in the same room and it's not the easiest to tell which one you are, he'll shout, "Hey, baby!"
All four (and Splinter) melt at all the baby pictures and take turns guessing which baby is which.
