Hello, welcome to my catch-all blog! You can just call me T'Witch! (Nickname curtesy of @thelaundrybitch) She/her and almost 30
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My main hyper-fixation right now is TMNT (Specifically Bayverse, but I reblog all iterations). I have not WATCHED Rise!TMNT or TOTTMNT yet, but I reblog and enjoy it still.
I DO NOT REBLOG/POST TCEST CONTENT
I reblog and create NSFW content, so minors please DNI
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ALL NINJA TURTLES ARE OF AGE IN ALL NSFW CONTENT
Art requests
As of right now, I am a little slow with art, so I will not be taking any art requests.
Writing requests
WILL DO
- Canon x reader fluff and smut (mainly feminine/gender neutral reader)
- Canon x OC (As long as a good example is provided)
- Lighter side of BDSM (spanking, light bondage, dom/sub etc.)
- Headcanon, scenarios, prompts
- Light angst (example: depression/anxiety episode or injuries that don't kill the injured)
WON'T DO
- Non-con/dub-con
- T-cest
- Yandere/yangire or whatever the specific names are
- Hard/extreme angst (Death/murder, abuse, or toxic scenarios)
- AU's I don't own or have no knowledge of
- DDLG/Age regression
- Mutant Mayhem/Tales of/Rise TMNT (I reblog them only)
Below are links and my taglist! If you want to be added, please message me
♡Original OCs♡
Myrtha
♡Nucleotidal-wave AU♡
Art
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♡Headcannons♡
Boggle! - (Bayverse) Rats do this thing called 'boggle' when their happy, here's how the boys react to Master Splinter doing it
Unfrosted poptarts - (Bayverse) Unfrosted poptarts are BULLSHIT! (co-wrote with the amazing @thelaundrybitch )
Pizza rolls/hot pocket - (Any iteration) Mikey doesn't like pizza rolls or hot pockets, that is all.
Amnesia headcanons - (Bayverse) How the boys react to the reader having amnesia (slight angst, happy ending)
♡Every Path has a few Puddles♡
Chapter 1
♡Oneshots & Short fics♡
Protecting his Peace part 1 part 2 - (Bayverse) Reader protects Raph's peace when no one else does, simple fluff and random plot idea.
Boxing therapy - (Bayverse) Reader has a terrible day and Raph suggests boxing it out (Inspired by a quote by @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos )
Weapon accessory gifts - (Bayverse or can translate to any) The turtles get reader a weapon/accessory to keep them safe. Feminine reader.
Sincerity part 1 - (Bayverse) Shy reader with a nervous stutter is never sure Mikey truly means it when he flirts with her, so he figures out a way to prove his sincerity.
Tricks, treats, and turtles, oh my! (Bayverse) Short Halloween one shot. April and Casey throw the work annual Halloween party and of course the turtles attend, but then four more turtles show up?
Magdalene and Orion - Two fankid OC's I made for two of my close friends.
Welcome to this silly little HC. I know I said I would be working on the Farmhouse Turtles next, but this was begging to be written. This HC is the result of Discord shenanigans, and it was more of a group effort than anything. Thank you to @thelaundrybitch @redsrooftopprincess @avery73 @adebauchedsloth and everyone else who put in ideas, I tried to include them all!
A/N: 18+ only, these are aged-up turtles, consenting adults doing adult activities. Reader x TOC, sexual situations leading up to sex.
It was a spontaneous interaction of an intimate nature. Maybe he got undressed in a hurry, dropped quickly, eager to be inside of you, and didn’t use his so-called ninja instincts to be aware of his surroundings. To your absolute amusement, it was one of those rare moments where he actually slipped up for once—a perfect combination of unfavourable conditions that led you to this moment.
And it was hilarious.
Mikey
This orange-wearing beacon of chaos and sunshine is always one hundred percent ready for sex, anytime, anywhere. Just say the word, and he’s already dropped and ready to go.
Now, it’s plain to see that Mikey tends to become a little hyper-focused, especially on things that are of great interest to him, and you are most certainly at the top of his list. The sight of you, undressed, waiting for him on the bed, wet and ready, has him completely forgetting that he meant to clean up those comic books he’d been reading—especially the ones safely packed in their shiny plastic sleeves.
They were all scattered across the cool brick floor of his room, which was partially covered by a fluffy orange rug, the perfect set of conditions to send him tumbling ass over shell into a hamper full of clean clothes he’d also meant to put away.
The plastic hamper was done for, completely cracked in half from his weight and the impact of the fall. He sat there dazed for a second, his dick flopping comically like a cartoon daisy as he tried to wiggle out of his predicament.
“Whoops! Babe, just gimme a second… I just gotta…”
“Oh my God, Mikey, are you okay?” You were trying very hard not to laugh initially, but when he stood up with the basket still attached to his shell, you lost it.
It was as infectious as it was endearing, and Mikey couldn’t keep it in either, laughing as he freed himself from the confines of broken plastic and discarded socks.
“Oh, laughing are we? Still standing, tall and proud over here.” He smirked, teasing you as he made his way over with no further issues. “First, imma wipe that smile off your face with a good, hard, dicking… then…I’m gonna clean my room.”
You had no complaints about either of those claims.
Raph
Now, this red-wearing turtleman, through no fault of his own, already had a hard time fitting into tight spaces…literally, whether it be you or your minimalist bedroom.
In the heat of the moment, Raph had shoved his shorts down to his ankles, not even bothering to remove his shoes or socks.
You were already completely undressed, ass-up on the bed, waiting for him and in his eagerness to bury himself within your waiting heat, he was not aware he needed to widen his stance and bend his knees a little because damn his height and your bed was just a bit too low. In his haste to remove his shorts, they got caught around his ankles, and like a wrecking ball off kilter, Raph quite literally crashed to the floor.
Thankfully, nothing is broken, but you whipped around so fast to see him crumpled on the floor in the most undignified position between your bed and your dresser, his dick looking like a wilted rose.
“Raph…you…” It was impossible to keep a straight face, snorting softly as you watched him look up to the ceiling, trying to compose himself.
With the sudden notion of becoming a chaos demon, you hopped out of bed and placed a white sock over his still-hard erection.
“There, the white flag of surrender.” You snorted, barely able to contain yourself. “Should we just move this to the floor?”
“Ya think that’s funny do ya?” He shot a playful glare from his sock-covered dick to you, trying very hard not to laugh. “Ain’t my fault ya live in a damn shoebox.”
The humour was fading as you took in his seemingly grumpy expression, finally beckoning him to come to the bed, his dick looking somewhat droopy as he heaved himself up, tossing the sock away.
“Hey!” You playfully protested as he easily moved you back against the headboard, his presence large and imposing. “That sock did nothing wrong.”
“Nah, but you did, naughty girl.” The rumble in his voice made your breath hitch as a large hand gripped your hip. “And now, yer in need of a good, hard, fuck, ain’t ya?”
You shivered with anticipation, allowing him to take back control of the situation, for this was not only what he needed to regain his dignity, but he was not wrong. This was exactly what you needed.
Leo
You and Blue had already been getting frisky in the shower. The smug turtleman had already made you cum once around his hand, and now you were half-wrapped in a towel on a mad dash to his room so he could fuck you properly.
Leo was in hot pursuit, having also managed to wrap a towel securely around himself as he followed you ninja-quick through the halls in the lair. It was a rare moment when Leo’s playful side emerged, as did yours, neither of you caring who saw or heard.
By some miracle, you managed to get there first, ripping the towel off and spreading yourself wide with the intent of driving him mad with your scent.
The desired effect was most definitely achieved, but almost a little too well. As he slammed the door behind him, Leo was nearly knocked off his feet by how desirable you smelled, and, as a result, he stumbled on his way to ravish you. Having not lifted his foot enough, he tried to compensate by catching himself with the other foot, but since he had a towel wrapped around his waist, his legs were essentially in a straitjacket, and he stubbed his toe, sending him flying forward.
He managed to turn enough to land on his shell and not his face, but was now spinning a little on his back, his towel askew and barely hanging on now, making it easy for you to see his once proud erection sticking up like a dandelion in a crack in the sidewalk.
The entire hilarious mishap has you closing your legs immediately and jumping off the bed to check on him.
“Oh, jeez, Leo! Are you okay?!” You found yourself kneeling down next to him and grabbing one of his large hands to pull him up as best you could into a sitting position.
Appearing somewhat dazed, you’d expected him to brush the whole thing off, possibly calling sex off as well, so you were incredibly surprised when he began to laugh, heartily and uncontrollably.
Soon you were laughing too, nearly breathless at the ridiculousness of the entire situation.
Leo pulled you in for a deep, affectionate kiss, his blue eyes shining with mirth. “Guess this means I’m falling for you.”
Snorting softly, you straddled his waist, pushing the towel off his hips and positioning yourself just there.
“I thought you already had.”
“Not in the physical sense, until today.” Leo had placed his hands on your hips with the intent of lowering you onto his cock, which was still hard.
“You could say I’ve fallen for you in all ways.”
“Show me?”
“Always.”
Donnie
In the quiet of his lab, late at night when he can only assume he’ll not be interrupted, Donnie decided to engage in some self-care.
A master of multitasking, Donnie has anywhere from three to five videos going on at once, and this is no exception. He had three videos all on separate screens, had already dropped and was stroking himself when you decided to enter the lab, completely unaware of his X-rated late-night activities.
Currently just a good friend of his and his brothers, you’d been spending the night and having the hardest time falling asleep. Given Donnie’s penchant for staying up late and working on projects, along with his basic medical knowledge, you thought he might be able to offer a solution to your insomnia. Some melatonin, perhaps? You didn’t feel confident rummaging around in the communal bathroom vanity and decided to ask him instead.
It also had nothing to do with the fact that you’d been crushing on him hard for the past six months, or that he’d been your first choice to ask about this. A quick peek at the lab told you he was still awake, the screens still lit, casting a soft glow over the various projects on his workbenches.
Perfect, you thought, and strode in, unaware until far too late that he should’ve locked the lab doors for this private affair. Coming up on him in his chair, you gasped, seeing exactly why his mutant physiology was so impressive. He froze upon seeing you. His cock was still in his grasp as he stuttered out your name before frantically trying to cover himself.
“Shit, ohhmygod, oh my God, what are you—what are you doing here?”
You were sure your complexion was only a few shades paler than Raph’s bandana as you babbled out an apology. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you’d been…!”
It was at that moment that Donnie realized that all of his videos were still playing in full view of the girl he had a massive crush on, not a good look for him.
“Ahhh, I’m sorry, I just—” In his panic, he grabbed the cord to the power strip to shut everything off, but pulled just a little too hard. The stored energy from the pull sent him reeling back too quickly to catch himself, and he fell backwards toward his chair, sending it spinning as he landed on his shell.
All you could do was stare as this series of unfortunate events unfolded, ending with him on the floor, the towel he’d used to cover himself no longer doing its job. His dick, to your amusement, looked like a sad calla lily, and you needed to rectify the situation quickly. This might be your only chance to really let him know how you feel.
Donnie was groaning softly in pain and embarrassment, but at least his computer screens were dark, and he half-hoped you’d just leave so the two of you could forget this ever happened.
You had other ideas. Carefully approaching him, you knelt beside him and picked up the towel where it had fallen, covering him again to preserve at least some of his dignity. Taking his hands, you helped him into a sitting position and brought his gaze to yours.
“Hey, it’s okay, we’re all, well, animals, and we all have needs…” You took a breath, “…myself included.”
Though he was reluctant at first, he relaxed visibly, seeing that you were not out to judge him for his actions, and breathed deeply before speaking. “I…thought you were asleep. I should’ve locked the lab doors. I’m sorry you had to see…that.”
“Oh, I couldn’t sleep. I was hoping to ask you for some… help.” Given the change in the situation, these words now carried a different meaning, one you desperately hoped he’d pick up on.
He nervously licked his lips. Donnie was no fool, but it did take him a few more seconds of buffering to process what you were trying to convey.
“I do…” he began slowly, “know of a few such methods that might help.” Tentatively, he brought one of his hands up to stroke a few tendrils of your hair.
“Do any of them involve what I walked in on you doing earlier?” Your heart was thumping in your chest as you drew your face closer to his.
“I was thinking of a more…hands-on approach, if you’re up for it.” His lowered voice had just enough of a husk to make you shiver, and the hopeful spark in his gaze was unable to be denied.
You responded by closing the gap and kissing him, pouring out months of pent-up feelings of unrequited attraction. To your relief, he responded with just as much enthusiasm, finally moving from the floor to take you into his arms and into his bed, where he intended to show you all his secrets for getting a deep and restful sleep.
A/N Hope you enjoyed, please consider leaving a like, comment or reblogging this work!
Honestly, I don't know why I fixated on this. Also, the title just made me laugh.
I was writing what I consider a ‘part 2’ to the Spring Shed blurb, but then there was going to be a line in that where Donnie pees while he and reader are both in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Couples do that. I like the realism. Anyway, the mention of it was going to be all of a single sentence, but then I went down a rabbit hole of how large mutant turtles would use the bathroom if they had more turtle leaning anatomy, and then this happened.
Except I decided to give Leo a try. Look at me branching out.
SFW, unless you consider talk of going #1 problematic. Just a weird slice of life (I guess you could call it that).
Word count: 1,700
Your bathroom was tiny. Why was it so tiny? He knew you lived in a small apartment, but this? This was ridiculous. In fact, how did anything get done in here? There barely seemed room to turn around.
With hands on hips Leonardo stood before the porcelain toilet bowl and grimly assessed his next move.
Your commode was unfortunately tucked into a sort of nook between the wall and sink, and the narrow space left him little to no room to maneuver, despite his ninja agility.
Still, he tried, and confirmed that a forward approach was risky because he couldn’t get his legs on either side of the bowl well enough to get the angle he needed, and a backwards approach was nigh on impossible, what with the shell and all.
He bit down his sigh of frustration.
If he’d been human, this would be so easy. All he’d have to do is unzip his pants and aim. But he wasn’t human, and his equipment wasn’t located on his body quite the same. No, it was instead in his tail, which was right now tucked between his legs under his boxer briefs and twitching slightly from how badly he had to go.
With a sour curl to his lip Leo again wondered why on earth the mutation left that part au natural. It gave him human-like arms and legs and eyes and he was bipedal because of it, so why keep that bit as was? Surveying the angles of approach to the toilet again, he cursed his turtle anatomy.
What was he going to do?
The first thing he should have done was scope your bathroom out the one other time he’d been in your apartment. What had he been thinking? A ninja should always know his surroundings.
Second, he should have made sure he peed before rushing out of the lair. It was only he’d been so distracted by the thought of seeing you alone, that he didn’t think of it. When you’d called and told him your Tea of the Month Club package had been delivered, and then asked if he wanted to swing by for a cup if he wasn’t busy, he was up and on his feet before he realized it. Yes, it was true that he and his brothers might not have known you for all that long, but there was something about the way you would smile at him that tickled a part of his brain, a tickle he found hard to ignore, though goodness knows he tried.
Which led him to this moment, and this tiny, tiny bathroom.
At home in the lair this wasn’t an issue. Given that reptilian cloacas were a slit and not a hose, Donnie had modified their bathrooms to accommodate their uniqueness and so they could sit without fear of breaking something or their tails dipping into the water. And at April’s apartment they simply used the shower as a urinal because over time they’d all learned that that was just less problematic (and easy to clean).
Here, in your shoebox of an apartment, however, even that wasn’t an option. Your shower was also petite and enclosed in glass and there was no way he could wedge his shell in through that small door without scraping and possibly breaking something. And wouldn’t that just be perfect? He finally gets to spend some time with you one on one, and what does he do? He shatters your shower glass.
Hands still on hips, Leo lifted his face to the ceiling, silently cursing.
So his choice was between likely missing the bowl entirely because he couldn’t position right, possibly breaking your shower, or lying so he could go to the roof and relieve himself. And he’d have to say something. He couldn’t just sneak out because you were sitting and waiting for him right next to the only window that was large enough to accommodate him.
His dignity hated all these options, and with leg bouncing because of the strain on his bladder, Leo took a deep, meditative breath to calm down.
Mind over matter.
He would just hold it. Simple as that.
It was only a cup of tea or two, and it was only a full bladder. He’d been through worse endurance strain in the hashi plenty of times.
Or he could just figure it out and urinate, he scolded himself, eyeing the bathroom sink.
What? No. He was civilized. He would not be peeing in your sink, but he had to think of something. After all, he wanted to be able to come and spend time here, with you, and he could never admit to you that he had to go outside to urinate like a dog because your bathroom didn’t meet his needs. So he just needed to—
Leo froze when you knocked softly at the bathroom door and called his name, and then embarrassment rose up to swallow him like floodwater. How long had he been in the bathroom? It hadn’t seemed like that long, not long enough for you to come looking for him, that is.
“Leo?” You say from the other side of the door, also sounding a little embarrassed. He also hears you clear your throat when he fails to immediately respond. “So, um…Donnie was here the other day and he dropped off some stuff. Some medical supplies as a precaution and…and some other things he said you guys might need… Um, look below the sink, just in case you, uh…yeah, just have a look.”
And with that you quickly retreat back to the living room, leaving Leo to blink at the back of the closed bathroom door.
Donnie did…what?
With some trepidation Leo then knelt down to peer into the little storage space under your sink, and there amongst your hair dryer, curling iron, and other miscellaneous items, he spied a very Donnie like box of medical supplies along with a black canvas drawstring bag and his hope soared.
Oh Donnie. Blessed Donnie. He was 100% being excused from patrol the next time he asked.
Inside of the bag was a bit of kit Leo hadn’t seen since April’s old apartment years ago, but was thrilled to see now. The flexible funnel with an attachable tube was something a much younger Donnie had first rigged up back in those early days of knowing April. She, too, had had a small bathroom back then, though not quite as bad as yours.
The aid was simple, and easy to direct and easy to clean and Leo had never been happier to see it, even though embarrassment washed over him again because now he knew you knew. Still, the pressure to relieve himself overrode his embarrassment and his hand was on the button of his pants before he realized it.
Now equipped with — and he hated this, but Mike had dubbed the thing the T-Wee when they were young — he did his business quickly. Then he cleaned both it and his hands thoroughly before returning it to its canvas bag and shoving it back under the sink like he could rehide this secret. He knew he shouldn’t be embarrassed about it. They were just formed differently and this world wasn’t made for them, but he still felt his cheeks warm at the thought of going back out to face you and you knew that he needed help to do something as simple as urinate in your bathroom.
Standing, he caught his reflection in the vanity mirror and grimaced at how deep the frown lines were creased upon his face and scrubbed a hand hard over his forehead as if it could wipe the lines away. That failing, he then took a deep breath to gather himself before exiting the bathroom. He couldn’t hide in there forever, after all.
The tea kettle began to whistle as Leo found you in the kitchen. You were just finishing setting up a tray of tea things with two cups, two spoons, two napkins, and one larger plate of sweets in the center. It was so charming, he noted, the way you had arranged the assortment of cookies on that little plate meant for the two of you to share. Also charming was the way you smiled at him as you looked up from your work to see him hovering there just outside the entrance to your tiny kitchen.
“Did you find what you needed?” You asked nonchalantly and Leo couldn’t help but dart his eyes away to focus on some wayward junkmail you had left sitting on the counter.
“I did,” he replied quietly, and hoped you wouldn’t ask more. Mercifully you did not and instead moved to pour the hot water into your pretty blue teapot and then placed it too on the tray before lifting it all and walking towards your coffee table. Leo blinked and remembered his manners in time to take the tray from you before you’d taken two steps, and as he did your fingers brushed his.
You both stall there for a moment, looking at where your hands had touched. Then you smiled again as you looked up into his face.
“Good,” you almost whisper before seeming to remember to find your voice and saying, “I…I just want you guys to feel welcome here. Anytime. Alright?”
You say it so sweetly that Leo’s breath catches in his throat as you continue past him into the living room and then take your seat on the couch, waiting for him to follow with the tea.
It took Leo another deep breath to calm his slightly racing heart before he could make his feet move.
“You’re a very thoughtful host,” he reassured quietly, thankful for your acceptance, or at the very least your discretion.
Leo gently set the tray down on the coffee table before taking his seat next to you. Then with a soft smile of his own he offers to pour your first cup of tea.
[is it his baby, is it your baby, is it some random baby he found in the sewer? who knows 🤷♀️ i’ve always seen raph as more of a girl dad but that’s just me. should i make more of these or nah??]
Raphael
From the moment he met her, he made a silent vow to keep her safe and out of harm’s way, no matter the cost. biological or not, she was his kid. and as long as he was alive, no one would ever lay a finger on her
Refused to hold her at first bc he was terrified of accidentally dropping her or squishing her with his giant hands. she looked so small in his hands, so fragile and easily broken. it was utterly terrifying to hold something that tiny
But once he gets comfortable holding her, he’ll start carrying her around the lair in one hand while texting with the other
Freaks out whenever she starts to cry. the sound alone is like a dagger to his heart, worst than any punishment he’s ever received
Will stay up all night if he has to, quietly humming and rocking her back to sleep
If you ever ask him if he’s tired of dealing with the baby, his response will always be ‘this is nothin’ compared to the hashi’
Will always scoff and deny being soft when it comes to the newborn until she starts crying and suddenly he’s rocking her back and forth in his arms, murmuring soft nothings and even singing quietly underneath his breath to calm her down
Treats the baby monitor like a gift sent down from the heavens. will stay up late and watch it for hours, tensing up with every hiccup or quiet whine
If he ever accidentally scares her, that moment will stick with him for the rest of his life. the image of her scared little eyes and the sound of her sad cries will be forever burned into his memories, always popping up whenever he’s at his lowest
Loves laying on the couch with the newborn baby sleeping peacefully on his plastron, all curled up with her face smushed lightly against his chest
After six months of work, I present to you my biggest project so far. I'm not quite done with it, since I have to weave, but my shoulder is suffering so I'm taking a few days off to do so. I'll also be taking a few weeks off from crochet to write and let myself recover so I can tackle a similar project for this future project's owner's sister.
I hope they both enjoy their blankets when the time comes. 💚
Tagging @thelaundrybitch because I know she'll want to see this.
Bayverse!TMNT and the sacrifices for their human girlfriend
Leonardo:
If his girlfriend's life is on the line, Leo will completely shatter the ninja code of secrecy. He would march out into the middle of Times Square in broad daylight if that is what it took to save her, fully exposing the existence of mutants to the world without a second thought.
He would willingly disobey a direct order from Master Splinter. If Splinter told him that rescuing her was a tactical trap that endangered the brothers, Leo would hand over his twin katanas, step down as leader, and walk out of the lair alone. He would rather become a rogue ninja and lose his title than lose her.
Raphael:
Raph would drop his pride entirely. If an enemy had her cornered and the only way to save her was to surrender, the angriest, most aggressive brawler in New York would literally drop his sai and fall to his knees. He would beg. For Raph to look an enemy in the eye and say, "Take me, let her go," is the ultimate destruction of his tough-guy ego.
On the flip side, if an enemy hurt her, Raph would break the "honorable combat" rule. He wouldn't fight fair. He wouldn't care about the ninja code of discipline. He would unleash a level of sheer, unhinged brutality that would genuinely terrify his brothers, completely abandoning his self-control.
Donatello:
Donnie would completely abandon reason. If she was caught in a situation where she only had a 0.001% chance of survival, the logical move would be to retreat and regroup. Donnie would ignore the math. He would throw himself into an entirely suicidal mission, letting pure, irrational emotion override his intellect for the first time in his life.
To keep her safe from the Foot Clan or TCRI, Donnie would break every digital law on the planet. He would hack government databases, delete her existence from public records, drain the bank accounts of anyone who threatened her, and turn city infrastructure into a weapon. He would weaponize his genius in a way that crosses every ethical line he usually upholds.
Michelangelo:
If his girlfriend is threatened, the jokes die immediately. He would stop holding back. Mikey is arguably the most naturally gifted and agile of the brothers, but he uses his nunchucks playfully. For her, he would drop the flashy tricks and become a cold, ruthlessly efficient weapon.
Mikey would be willing to permanently lose his innocence. Master Splinter taught them to incapacitate, not destroy. But if someone put their hands on the woman who made Mikey feel like he belonged in the world, he would cross the line from vigilante to executioner, sacrificing his own sunny soul so she wouldn't have to get hurt.
This one occupies a special place in my heart. Thank you to @the-cauldron-witch for her story, which inspired mine. Without further ado, let's welcome Orion.
Fluff, R153 Leon, R153 Steph
Ellipsus makes it easy for anyone to write together.
