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AKA: Xanadu702 WARNING: Nearly everything I reblog is NSFW.

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Vernon's Younger Sister is dating Bayverse!TMNT (part 2)

First part

Leonardo:

The rooftop terrace of L’Aura, one of Manhattan’s most exclusive restaurants, offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. Vernon Fenwick, wearing a tailored suit that cost more than his first car, was ignoring the view entirely. Instead, he was aggressively adjusting his sister’s collar.

"Vernon, stop it," she sighed, swatting his hands away. "I’m perfectly fine."

"You are fine, yes. But tonight, you need to be radiant," Vernon insisted, leaning in close. "Listen to me, Bradley isn't just a guy. He's the executive vice president of acquisitions at the network. He’s got a summer house in the Hamptons. He owns a boat. A yacht, actually. He’s the kind of guy who can get 'The Falcon' prime-time syndication."

The girl casually sipped her sparkling water. "I don't like boats, Vern. I get seasick."

"You can take Dramamine!" Vernon hissed, leaning closer. "Look, I’ve already laid the groundwork. I told him you're smart, independent, and completely single. He’s going to walk over here in about two minutes. Just smile, laugh at his jokes, even the golf ones, and let the magic happen."

"So, you're pimping me out for a better time slot?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I am networking, and you are benefitting," Vernon corrected, looking around nervously to make sure no one had heard her. "It's a mutually beneficial introduction. You need someone stable, someone with a 401k, not another one of those... indie musicians you used to date."

"Vern, I've told you three times already. I can't meet Bradley. I'm seeing someone," she said firmly, checking her watch. "And he's supposed to pick me up any minute."

Vernon let out a scoff that was half-laugh, half-wheeze. "Seeing someone? Who? Be reasonable. Whoever this guy is, he doesn't have a yacht. He can't offer you the kind of security—"

"He's very secure, Vern. Trust me."

"Is he a VP? Does he have a corner office?" Vernon pressed, crossing his arms. "Look, just humor me. Meet Bradley. Shake his hand. I guarantee this 'boyfriend' of yours will pale in comp—"

A sudden, chilling rush of wind swept across the terrace, extinguishing the candles on the nearest tables.

Vernon felt the temperature drop. He turned around, expecting to see a sudden storm rolling in off the Hudson. Instead, he saw a shadow detach itself from the high stone parapet of the roof.

Leonardo landed on the terrace with absolutely no sound.

The blue bandana trailed in the wind, and his sharp, disciplined gaze locked immediately onto the girl.

"Leo," she smiled, stepping past her frozen brother. "You're right on time."

"Apologies if I caused a disturbance," Leonardo’s voice was deep, calm, and carried an undeniable weight of authority. "The perimeter was highly secure. I had to take the scenic route up the elevator shaft."

Vernon’s jaw had unhinged. All the color drained from his face, leaving him looking like a very expensive ghost. He looked at his sister, then at the giant, sword-wielding mutant turtle, and then back at his sister.

"You..." Vernon squeaked, his voice entirely failing him. "He... This...? L-Leo. Leonardo. What a... what a surprise."

The girl linking her arm casually with Leo's massively thick bicep. She looked back at her pale, shivering brother. "Vernon was just trying to set me up on a blind date. Right before my actual boyfriend arrived."

Leo’s eyes snapped back to Vernon. The softness vanished.

Vernon felt his soul briefly leave his body. He suddenly remembered that Leonardo wasn't just a mutant turtle; he was a highly trained, lethally armed ninja master who took the concepts of honor and respect extremely seriously.

"I—it was a misunderstanding!" Vernon blurted out, holding his hands up defensively. "A clerical error! I didn't know! She kept you a secret! Which, frankly, given the whole 'living in the sewers' thing, makes sense, but still! Bradley? Bradley is a nobody! A parasite! He doesn't even own a real yacht, it's a pontoon boat! Total loser!"

Leo took a single, measured step toward Vernon. He didn't look angry, which somehow made it worse. He looked perfectly, terrifyingly calm.

"I see. Mr. Fenwick," Leo began, his voice low and formal. "I understand that as an older brother, you wish to ensure her future is secure and advantageous. It is an honorable instinct. However..." Leo’s gaze seemed to pierce right through Vernon’s designer suit. "...I assure you, she requires no other 'arrangements.' She is under my protection, and I take my duties very seriously. Do we have an understanding?"

Vernon swallowed a lump the size of a golf ball. "Crystal. Crystal clear. Complete understanding. We are on the same page of the exact same book."

"Excellent," Leo said, giving Vernon a sharp, respectful nod. He turned his attention back to girl, his voice softening again. "I located a quiet rooftop garden in Brooklyn that is secure. Shall we?"

"Sounds perfect," She said. She offered Vernon a little wave. "Bye, Vern!"

With a swift, graceful motion that belied his massive size, Leo scooped the girl up into his arms. He offered Vernon one last, stoic glance, then fired a grappling hook into the darkness above, pulling them both up and away into the New York skyline, leaving only the rustle of ivy behind.

Vernon stood alone on the terrace for a long time.

"Well," Vernon whispered to the empty air, adjusting his collar with shaking hands. "That went perfectly."

Raphael:

The ice in Vernon Fenwick’s tumbler clinked loudly, betraying the slight tremor in his hand. He took a sip of his overpriced Scotch, adjusted the collar of his cashmere sweater, and checked his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse.

"Hey," Vernon called out, his voice cracking just a fraction. He cleared his throat and tried again, aiming for his practiced, deep-register 'Falcon' voice. "Are you almost ready? Because, you know, punctuality is key. And with... with him, I imagine it's best not to keep him waiting."

The girl strolled out of the guest room, adjusting the strap of her leather jacket. She looked completely unfazed. "Relax, Vern. He's picking me up, not breaking in to steal the flat-screen."

"He's a seven-foot-tall amphibious tank with anger management issues," Vernon hissed, rushing over to her. He kept his voice low, as if the turtle might already be clinging to the side of the skyscraper. "Look, I get it. The bad boy appeal. But couldn't you have gone for a misunderstood musician? A guy with a motorcycle? Why did it have to be the one who bench-presses delivery trucks?"

"Raph has a motorcycle," she pointed out with a smirk.

"That doesn't help!" Vernon rubbed his temples. "Just... please tell me you're going somewhere public. Well, as public as you can get with a giant ninja."

Before she could answer, a heavy, dull THUD rattled the reinforced glass of the balcony doors. Vernon jumped nearly a foot in the air, spilling a few drops of Scotch onto his Persian rug.

Beyond the glass, an immense silhouette blotted out the New York City skyline.

The girl smiled and walked over, unlocking the door and sliding it open. The night air whipped into the penthouse, and Raphael stepped inside.

He was a mountain of scarred green muscle, wrapped in tactical gear and worn leather. His eyes swept the room with an innate, predatory alertness before landing on the girl.

His rigid posture immediately relaxed. The permanent scowl etched into his jawline softened into something resembling a smirk. "Hey. You look good."

"Thanks," she said, stepping up to him. She looked tiny next to him, but perfectly at ease. "You didn't get spotted on the way up, did you?"

"Nah. Stuck to the shadows. Donnie jammed the cameras on this block anyway." Raph's gaze shifted over her shoulder, locking onto the cameraman shivering by the minibar. The smirk vanished, replaced by his standard-issue glare. "Fenwick."

Vernon swallowed hard. His survival instinct screamed at him to hide behind the Italian leather sofa, but his ego demanded he act like the man of the house. He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and pointed a finger gun at the mutant.

"Raph! Big guy. Looking... vascular. Very green. Very intimidating." Vernon took a cautious step forward, carefully keeping at least ten feet of distance between them. "Listen, since you're taking my little sister out, I feel it's my duty as her older brother, and as a decorated hero of this city, to lay down a few ground rules."

Raph slowly crossed his massive, tape-wrapped arms. The muscles in his neck flexed. "Rules."

"Exactly. Just a few." Vernon's voice went up an octave. "Curfew. Let's talk curfew. I think a reasonable time to have her back would be..." He trailed off as Raph took a single, heavy step forward. The floorboards practically groaned. "...whenever is entirely convenient for both of your schedules! No rush! The night is young!"

The girl sighed, shaking her head. "Vern, stop embarrassing yourself."

Raph let out a short, breathy huff of amusement. He looked back down at her. "We're just grabbing ready-made food, then maybe taking the bike for a spin up the coast. Safe and quiet."

"Sounds perfect," she said.

Raph looked back at Vernon, his expression deadpan but his eyes glinting with a clear, unspoken warning. "She'll be back when she's back, Fenwick. I've got her."

"I know you do! I have absolute faith in you!" Vernon practically shouted, offering a frantic thumbs-up. "Take my Amex if you need it! Buy her a lobster! Buy yourself a... a whole cow!"

"I don't eat cows, Vern," Raph grunted. He placed a massive, three-fingered hand gently on the small of girl's back, guiding her toward the balcony. "Let's go. Mikey's testing a new pizza cannon in the sewers and I want to be out of the city before he blows the grid."

"Have fun," Vernon called out weakly as they stepped onto the balcony.

His sister waved, and with a swift, powerful movement, Raph grabbed the edge of the roof above and vaulted them both into the night sky, disappearing into the shadows of the city.

Vernon stood in silence for a long moment, listening to the wind howl through the open door. Slowly, he walked over, slid the glass shut, and locked it. He took a long, deep breath, finally letting his shoulders drop.

"Nailed it," Vernon muttered to himself, draining the rest of his Scotch. "Showed him exactly who's boss."

Donatello:

She sat cross-legged on a spectacularly mismatched, neon-orange beanbag chair, nursing a mug of tea that Donatello had somehow brewed using a modified Bunsen burner.

To her left, the cavernous space echoed with the distant, rhythmic thud of Raphael wailing on a heavy bag, punctuated occasionally by Michelangelo screaming something incomprehensible as he launched himself off a half-pipe on his skateboard.

But right here, in Donnie’s designated workspace, it was a bubble of focused, humming energy.

Donatello sat (or rather, hunched) at the center of a massive, semicircular console made of repurposed server racks, glowing monitors, and tangled cables. His shell was laden with mechanical apparatuses, his custom-built optical headset whirred softly as the lenses zoomed in and out, and his long, tape-wrapped fingers flew across three different keyboards simultaneously.

"Okay, so if I bypass the secondary firewall," Donnie muttered, his voice a low, thoughtful rumble, mostly talking to himself. "I can route the city's traffic grid data through the old subway lines without tripping the NSA's... wait. No. That's a terrible idea. Leo would kill me."

The girl smiled, taking a sip of her tea. "Something wrong with the traffic lights?"

"Just optimizing," Donnie said, spinning around in his reinforced swivel chair. He pushed his optical goggles up onto his forehead, blinking his large, expressive reddish-brown eyes as they adjusted to the dim light of the lair. "I noticed the sequencing on 42nd Street was off by 0.4 seconds, which is creating a butterfly effect of gridlock all the way to Queens. It’s highly inefficient. It offends me."

"You're a mutant ninja turtle who moonlight as a city planner," she laughed. "I love it."

Donnie rubbed the back of his neck, a bashful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Well, you know. Idle hands and all that."

Suddenly, a sharp, repetitive beeping cut through the hum of the servers. One of Donnie’s auxiliary monitors flashed bright red, displaying a pop-up window with a highly-filtered, glossy headshot of Vernon Fenwick.

INCOMING TRANSMISSION: THE FALCON.

Donnie let out a long, weary sigh, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his gear. "I thought I blacklisted his IP address," he grumbled, typing a quick command. "How does he keep finding backdoors into my system?"

"He's a journalist, Donnie. Annoying people is his actual superpower," she said, resting her chin on her hand. "What does he want this time?"

Donnie tapped a key, routing Vernon's text message onto the main holographic display.

Vernon: Sis, if you are with the computer one, ask him why my smart-shower is suddenly playing death metal and the water is freezing. Also, ask him if he can hack the DMV, I got a parking ticket on 5th Ave and it's completely unjustified.

The girl groaned, hiding her face in her hands. "Please ignore him. Seriously, Don. Block him. Nuke his router from orbit."

"It's fine, it's fine," Donnie chuckled, shaking his head. His fingers danced across the keyboard with blinding speed. "Ah. Looks like Mikey got bored and breached your brother's home network again. He re-routed the apartment's thermostat controls through a Norwegian heavy metal internet radio station."

"Mikey did that?" The girl looked over her shoulder toward the half-pipe.

"He's learning coding. Slowly. And chaotically," Donnie explained, his eyes scanning lines of green code. "I'll fix it. And... there. Water temperature restored, playlist reset to Vernon's 'Smooth Jazz for Handsome Men' mix."

"You didn't fix the parking ticket, did you?"

"I have morals," Donnie said, feigning mock offense. He closed the terminal and spun his chair back around to face her, the soft blue light of the screens illuminating his green scales. "Besides, if I do everything he asks, he'll never leave us alone."

"He already never leaves you alone. Last week he asked you to upgrade the engine in his convertible."

"Which I did," Donnie pointed out, adjusting the leather straps across his chest. "But only because he promised to stop calling me 'the IT guy'. Plus, tweaking a V8 engine is relaxing."

The girl rolled her eyes playfully, setting her mug down on a relatively clear patch of his desk. "You're too nice to him, you know. You don't have to humor my brother just to hang out with me."

Donnie’s posture softened. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, putting him closer to her eye level. The frantic, hyper-analytical energy that usually surrounded him seemed to dial down completely.

"I know," Donnie said quietly, his voice gentle. "But honestly? It's a small price to pay. If fixing Vernon's espresso machine or keeping his shower from freezing means I get to sit here and talk to you without him hovering around in a panic..." He offered her a warm, genuine smile. "...then it's the most efficient use of my time."

She felt a rush of warmth in her chest, returning his smile. "Well, when you put it logically like that."

"Logic is my specialty," Donnie agreed, tapping the side of his head.

"HEY DONNIE!" a voice echoed from across the lair, followed by the screech of urethane wheels on concrete. "Did 'The Falcon' like his new shower playlist?!"

Donnie closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his snout just below his bandana. "I am going to encrypt Mikey's gaming console," he muttered.

"I'll help you pick the password."

Michelangelo:

The pulsating bass of a heavy hip-hop track was vibrating through the floorboards of Vernon Fenwick’s penthouse before the guest of honor even arrived.

Vernon, clad in a pure silk, monogrammed bathrobe, was desperately clutching a bottle of multi-surface cleaner and a microfiber cloth. He stood guard by the balcony, his eyes wide with anticipation and dread.

"Sis," Vernon called out, his voice trembling over the approaching music. "Sis, the bass is cracking the plaster! The co-op board is going to fine me again!"

"Relax, Vern," the girl shouted back from the kitchen, sounding completely unbothered. "It’s Friday!"

The music reached a deafening crescendo just as a streak of orange, green, and sparks launched over the balcony railing. Michelangelo, fully equipped with his rocket-powered skateboard, slammed onto the imported Italian marble of the terrace. He skidded to a halt, popping the board up into his massive, three-fingered hand, and kicked the sliding glass doors open.

Despite his terrifying size, he possessed the energy of a hyperactive golden retriever who had just drank three energy drinks.

"MR. FALCON!" Mikey roared, tossing his skateboard aside and throwing his arms wide.

Vernon cringed, holding up the microfiber cloth like a shield. "Mikey! The rug! The white rug! Wipe your feet, for the love of everything holy, wipe your feet!"

"Dude, your floors are always so shiny! It’s like an ice rink in here!" Mikey ignored the plea entirely, sliding across the penthouse floor in his custom sneakers. He crashed into Vernon, pulling the squirming cameraman into a bone-crushing, one-armed hug. "Looking fresh, Vern! Love the robe. Very Hugh Hefner. Very classy."

"My spine," Vernon wheezed, his face turning a distinct shade of purple. "You're... compacting my vertebrae..."

Mikey dropped him instantly, completely oblivious to Vernon's agony, because his attention had just snapped to the kitchen. The girl walked out, wearing distressed jeans and a brightly colored vintage windbreaker.

Mikey actually gasped. He pulled his sunglasses down over his eyes, pointed finger guns at her, and let out a long, low whistle.

"Whoa," Mikey said, his voice dropping a full octave in a failed attempt to sound suave. "Stop the presses, Mr. Falcon. We have a front-page scoop. My girl is looking flawless."

She laughed, a genuine, bright sound that made Mikey’s tail stump wag slightly beneath his shell. She walked over and bumped her fist against his massive green knuckles. "Hey, Mikey. You ready to go?"

"Ready? Babe, I was born ready," Mikey boasted, puffing out his chest. "I got the whole night planned. First, VIP access to the fashion show—Donnie hacked the service elevator so we're watching from the rafters. Then, I’m taking you to this secret food truck in Queens that makes a deep-fried mac-and-cheese pizza, and after that, we are hitting the arcade. I brought fifty bucks in quarters."

Vernon, having recovered enough breath to speak, frantically waved his arms. "Hold on, wait a minute! Rafters? Deep-fried pizza? Arcades? Michelangelo, I am a public figure! 'The Falcon' cannot have his sister associated with... with public property damage and cholesterol!"

Mikey threw an arm around Vernon’s shoulders, nearly dragging the smaller man to the floor again. "Vern, Vern, Vern. My brother in law—well, future brother in law, maybe, who knows, I’m just spitballing here—you gotta chill! She’s with me. I'm a highly trained ninja warrior! I got moves! I got reflexes!"

To demonstrate, Mikey executed a rapid-fire series of nunchaku spins, accidentally clipping a priceless Ming dynasty replica vase on a side table. The vase wobbled dangerously. Vernon dove, catching it a millimeter before it shattered.

"See? Reflexes!" Mikey beamed, completely missing Vernon's near-heart attack.

"Mikey, if you break my brother's things, he's going to cry," she teased, grabbing Mikey's thick arm and pulling him toward the balcony. "Come on, let's go before he calls his therapist."

"Alright, alright, the lady has spoken!" Mikey grabbed his skateboard. He paused at the door, turning back to Vernon with a look of utmost sincerity. "Hey, Vern. Seriously. I know you worry. But I'd take a shredder blade to the shell before I let anything happen to her. You know that, right?"

For a brief, fleeting second, Vernon saw the capable, fiercely loyal warrior beneath the goofy exterior. He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I know, Mikey. I know. Just... please don't let anyone take a picture of you two. The tabloids will have a field day."

"No promises on the paparazzi, bro! We're a very photogenic couple!" Mikey laughed, wrapping a protective arm around her waist. "Catch ya on the flip side, Mr. Falcon! Stay frosty!"

With a whoop of joy, Mikey engaged the thrusters on his board. He and girl launched off the balcony, plummeting into the New York night, Mikey's cheers echoing off the surrounding skyscrapers.

Vernon stood in the sudden, ringing silence of his penthouse. He looked at his white rug. There were two massive, slightly damp, very dirty sneaker prints right in the center of it.

"I'm billing the city for this," Vernon muttered, reaching for his multi-surface cleaner.

[ray-jaykub]

These are so funny 😭 they're everything to me

[rhysspiecez]

Imagine teasing Leonardo while he's out on patrol,

NSFW Implied

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Imagine,

Leo and his brothers were out on patrol, perched atop a weathered rooftop overlooking the city below. The skyline glittered beneath them, the streets alive with distant headlights and muffled sirens. Leonardo had made it a habit to keep his phone tucked away during patrols—sometimes he'd even leave it back at the lair entirely. Tonight, though, it sat in one of the pouches on his belt.

It buzzed. He ignored it. Then again. And again. Eventually, he spared it the quickest glance.

You: I miss youuu.

A minute later,

You: Come over, pleaseeee?

The corners of his mouth threatened to lift. He locked the screen without replying.

Duty first. Always.

Another vibration followed not long after..

Then another. Raphael shot him a sideways look.

"Your phone gonna quit buzzin' anytime soon?"

"It's nothing."

Leonardo slipped the phone back into his belt, trying to focus on the streets below. It buzzed again.

This time...

It was a photo..

His thumb hovered over the notification before he finally gave in.

The picture filled his screen almost instantly.

You were curled up on your bed, the heavy white duvet barely covering your body. Just enough to show Leonardo that you weren't wearing anything..

The text that followed read:

You: your spot's getting cold...

Leo exhaled slowly through his nose. Why must you tease him like this?

He quickly shoved his phone back into his pocket before any of his brothers saw the erotic display on his screen.

You: Can't finish without my favourite turtle:(

Leonardo closed his eyes for a brief moment, pinching the bridge of his nose as the smallest smile escaped him.

Raphael caught it immediately. giving him a stern side eye.

"He's smiling," Mikey teased, pointing accusingly.

Leo closed his eyes for a brief moment before letting out a weary sigh.

"...Cover my route for twenty minutes. I'll be back soon."

Raphael barked out a laugh.

"Twenty? That's it?"

Donnie adjusted his goggles. Looking at Leo for his reply.

Leonardo's face warmed just slightly beneath his mask.

"...Thirty."

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Ugh, I love him. This is fic lowkey hot trash..but what evaaaa

[ray-jaykub]

Now that's what I'm talkin about

[ray-jaykub]

Okay but a love triangle situation. Reader is an eldest daughter and somehow ends up pining after Donnie. Some part of her thinks his ingenuity and sweet nature could fulfill unmet needs in her as someone who's had to pull through for everybody. She ends up in a yearning loophole while Donnie doesn't even glance her way, and the whole time she's looking at him?

Leo is looking at her.

He knows how she feels, he knows the way she feels having to be responsible for herself and other people. Laying down at the end of the day unappreciated and unwanted, he's been in her shoes, is in her shoes. She's not even glancing his way and he's playing through his head all the different ways he could just tell her "I'm what you want, you're what I need"

But he's a dork and his dad is on his case and making things awkward.... maybe one day. If you'd just stop looking at his little brother.

[neononeil]

💙✨A TEAM ✨❤️

[cocoahun]

Dance with me

The Bay!turtles (separately) catch you dancing hcs

This is vaguely based on a scene from the 'Unspoken' Donnie fic I'm writing except way less angsty

Tags: Bay!tmnt x reader, utter fluff, fem reader, established relationships, no idea how NYC apartments work, terrible punctuation as usual, not proofread

Leo

Leo doesn’t usually come in through your fire escape, but he will turn up unannounced sometimes when he wants to see you. He’s secretly very needy and will take any excuse to come see you so expect him to turn up with flowers and a sheepish smile asking you to let him in.

Most of the time he will text you before he turns up, because he knows you don’t really like getting caught off guard and he likes making sure you’re available before he turns up. Has actually just sat on your fire escape being a tragic brooding yearner at some point and very much prefers to know that you’re at home and want to see him (which you definitely do).

He’s also turned up unannounced after a mission gone wrong before and his massive arm flexing when he sheathed his swords to come in through the window made you accept any and all unannounced visits. Leo decides to show up unannounced one night to see you after a long four days of not being able to…

Leo dropped down quietly onto your old rusty fire escape balcony. A couple of stray petals floated down from the bouquet he was carrying and he padded closer to your window. It was open, your blinds were rolled up and swaying gently in the breeze; Leo silently slipped in, brushing against the blinds. He wasn’t sure you were at home for a second, but there was the sound of music playing from the kitchen and he smiled. You were making dinner no doubt. He shifted as softly as he could over the floorboards, wincing when one creaked a little. He angled himself so you wouldn’t see him from where you were in the kitchen. He peered from where he stood hidden and was met with the sight of you waltzing around the kitchen as you cooked, moving along to the song you had playing on the speakers. You looked completely cheerful, mouthing along to the song lyrics as you stirred the pan over the stove and the delicious smell of cooking wafted down the hall to where Leo was standing. You spun around to reach a drawer, grabbing a fork. Leo forced himself not to smile. He’d never seen you like this, completely carefree and dancing around your kitchen to the beat of the song you had on. He could hear you mumbling the lyrics under your breath, giggling to yourself when the song got to a part you liked. Leo felt his chest ache and he just stood there, staring at you and wondering if he could somehow memorise this. You were light on your feet, tiptoeing to reach one of the spices on the shelves and moving your shoulders to the melody. The leader in blue suppressed a laugh, looking down while he smiled and shaking his head at how adorable the scene was. You moved on the spot while you waited for your food to finish sizzling in the pan, stirring the contents every so often to keep them from burning. Leo decided he’d been staring long enough and needed to stop before he considered a marriage proposal. Making a little noise so as to not scare you, he moved out of the shadows towards where you stood in the kitchen. You were startled regardless, squeaking slightly and immediately feeling the hot flush of blood rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“Leo!”

“I wanted to drop by ‘nd see you, but I see I’ve interrupted your little dance session, huh.” Leo couldn’t stop the stupid smile on his face as he came over to you, gently pressing the flowers into your hands and leaning down to kiss your forehead. You groaned, a rush of different feelings flushing through your system as you buried your face in the soft flower petals. The scent calmed you down some and you sighed “How long were you there? And these flowers are so pretty… You really didn’t have to but they’re so lovely. Thank you.”

Leo had a hand on your lower back and was idly rubbing his thumb over it. He coughed awkwardly. “Not that long. You got some killer moves hon.” He smiled and kissed your hairline. The overwhelming urge to smother you with affection had filled him to the brim and you could tell by the way he was looking at you that you didn’t need to feel embarrassed. Leo couldn’t stop cheesing. He was more in love with you than before if that was even possible.

“What?”

“Nothing. You’re cute. Now that I’m here, would you like a dance partner?” Leo held his hand out. You took it, rolling your eyes playfully at him. His rough, calloused one met yours and he thumbed over your knuckles. “Let’s dance.” You chuckled and just held onto him as he very quickly changed the song to something slower and more relaxed. As he turned the both of you around he slid the pan off the stove, letting the residual heat do the rest of the cooking and turning the gas off. You huffed. He was too damn smooth. You rested your head against his plastron and the both of you swayed to the slow oldies tune Leo had picked; the light above the stove served as your only source of illumination as the two of you danced. “This is a cliche.”

“Probably. It’s cliche for a reason.” Leo smiled as he responded, gently shifting the two of you around. You gazed up at him. A lady’s muffled voice echoed from the speakers into the night and the jazzy twang of a guitar set off each step Leo pulled you into. You shut your eyes.

Mikey

King of dropping by unannounced. Is genuinely in agony when he can’t hang with you and will take full advantage of being able to show up on your fire escape whenever. You’ve gotten so used to it that he has a key to unlock your window if he drops by and you have it locked.

Has planned dates on your fire escape balcony before, you’ve manage to keep it fairly clean so the two of you dragged out blankets and pillows and cuddled up on there with snacks and a movie. Mikey helped you string up fairy lights on there to make it more aesthetic. Sometimes he’ll send you a text before he shows up, but often forgets to check his phone before he arrives and just trusts that you’re going to be there. He also likes chilling for a few in the alley by your apartment if you’re not home, before he heads back he legally has to pet the alley cats.

Is usually super loud upon entering so he doesn’t freak you out because he knows you dislike unannounced visits. Mikey decides he needs to turn up quietly one night and catches you dancing…

Mikey dropped oh so quietly onto your balcony. Or at least he intended to, the orange slider stubbed his toe and silently cursed and hopped in a circle to get rid of the pain. He peered nervously through your window, hoping you hadn’t heard him. Thankfully, the sound of music drifting from your apartment had muted the sound of his footsteps and he smiled, shifting the window further up so he could roll in. He dropped to the floor with a soft thud and began to shuffle to where the music was playing from. He slowly set down the bag of snacks he’d brought with him on your coffee table. The faint crinkle of the bag made him wince. He was excited to surprise you with your favourite snacks and the prospect of hanging out on a cool rooftop spot he’d discovered to make cute little charms together. He walked slowly. You were in the bathroom, speakers blasting some sort of sexy music while you got ready. Mikey had texted you about a date earlier and you had no clue when he was getting there, but decided to get ready. Your little makeup pouch was on the sink counter; hair ties and mascara and a packet of makeup remover wipes and some really old crusty lipgloss you hadn’t got around to getting rid of were strewn around. You were absentmindedly dancing, fixing your appearance in the bathroom mirror. Mikey watched quietly from the hall, awestruck by how pretty you looked. The faint scent of your body wash drifted from the bathroom and Mikey was left in a sort of daze; the sight of you in your casual, unaware state and smelling like dessert made him want to barrel in there and squeeze you. He kept himself in check. You looked lost in your own world, twirling and singing along as you zhuzhed up your appearance. You picked up one of the many soap bottles in the shower caddy, using it as a mock microphone as you waited for your body lotion to dry down a little. Mikey was conflicted, stuck between wanting to keep watching you and wanting to join in on the fun you were having. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, a large smile plastering his face and nothing but love in his eyes. You neatened your hem, doing a spin for the mirror and mouthing along to the song playing through your speakers as you leaned closer to the mirror to inspect your eyebrows; you placed a hand on the edge of the sink to stabilise yourself. Mikey smiled when you smiled, eyes sparkling with adoration.

“That’s my girl.” Mikey whispered to himself in the corridor. He couldn’t stop himself and with a cough and a purposefully loud “babe!” he entered your small bathroom. You were a little surprised, but threw your arms around him without hesitation. Mikey squeezed tight. He breathed in the scent of your lotion and sighed. You pulled away, a little shy.

“When did you get in? I didn’t even hear you this time.”

“I been here this whole time girl.” Mikey flashed you a silly grin and you sighed, pushing down your embarrassment. Mikey loved when you had fun and just looked happy that you had seemed so happy getting ready. He was definitely remembering this.

“Next time remind me to come by earlier, I totally need to dance with you.” He pinched your cheek and you batted his hand away playfully, opting to hold it instead. “Uh huh. Will do, Angel.” Mikey lifted your intertwined hands to kiss your smaller ones.

“Do you need a few more minutes? I can wait.”

You nodded, but pulled him closer. “Yeah, but you can stay in here. Pick the next song? My playlist has literally just been on repeat and I need some variation.” Mikey smiled, kissing your hand again and reaching for where your phone was balanced precariously on the edge of the sink. He scrolled until he found a good one, shifting awkwardly in the small bathroom. Mikey wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his scarred chin on your shoulder. He pressed play. You smiled and continued getting ready in the mirror. Music filled your little bathroom.

Raph

Raph likes to drop by occasionally. He’s not too casual about it because he’s worried he might bother you if he turns up unannounced, but he will if a) he knows you’re free, b) he needs some respite from a mission and c) if he just needs to see you. Is also the type to brood dramatically on your fire escape. Has just sat there while you were home before to feel close to you without having to deal with communicating that he didn’t feel the greatest.

He adores when you greet him by the window and will lean in to kiss you before he comes in when you do. It’s literally a ritual for him every time. He likes the domestic stuff even if he doesn’t admit it, and will sit and watch the sunrise with you on your fire escape or occasionally from your rooftop; he’s the best blanket you could ask for and sits you in his lap because that guy runs hot and a blanket just doesn’t do it for you. One evening he decides he wants to come and see you while he’s on his way back to the lair…

Raph thudded onto the roof of your apartment building, heaving out a sigh. He swayed himself down onto the fire escape, descending until he reached your floor. He could hear the music from where he kneeled already and it relaxed his brow, he felt his tension ease out. He’d been super high strung recently and just wanted to drop by to check in on you. The thought of seeing you made his limbs loosen up and his mind clear of the worries and stressors bugging him. He crouched low on the fire escape, hidden by the shadows of the night. The rough ridges of his shell were illuminated ever so slightly by the moon, casting him in a contrasting backlight that outlined his silhouette, only seen if you squinted hard and knew where to look. For someone so big he made himself hard to notice. Years of training and refining his technique had led him to learn to completely conceal himself in the deep shadows of the night. Raph peered in through the window. You were moving around your living room. You held a stack of books in your arms, twirling around to the music and winding up at the opposite end of the small living area to deposit the books on the couch while you whisked back to clean off the coffee table. You were humming. Raph had never seen you quite so unbothered and in your element. It was mesmerising and he decided to sit and watch you- or rather- he couldn’t help but sit and watch you. Ruining your flow now felt wrong. Raph’s eyes followed you around the room, he smiled and ducked his head when you drummed your fingers against the little storage cubes you had in the corner. The soft knit blanket Raph had gifted you lay crumpled on your sofa and you slid over to it, singing along to your music as you began to pull over the corners and fold it back into a presentable square. Raph felt an unprecedented cuteness aggression fill him when he watched you smile as you folded it, you held it up to bury your face in it for a second before setting it back down, now neat, on the back of the couch. You thought about him when he wasn’t there. You were as distracted as anything from the outside world as you danced in your living room and you still smiled at the thought of him. God he was so lucky. He watched you shimmy your hips back over to the other end of the living room and decided he couldn’t stay on your fire escape anymore. With a great heave he rapped twice on the window pane and pushed it up to let himself in. You jumped, startled. Relief flooded you once you recognised the hulking figure of your favourite turtle filling the small corner where the window was situated. Then the embarrassment hit.

“Raph! What’re you-“

You had no time to finish your sentence before he came over and pulled you into his arms. You broke into a smile and hugged back, giggling.“Hey sweetheart. Droppin’ by to check on you. How’s my baby?” Raph was smiling like a fool as he held you close, nuzzling your hairline. You smiled and he set you down.

“I’m good, I just wasn’t expecting you to come by. I’m um- I’m cleaning.” You gestured awkwardly to the living room. Raph squished your cheeks with one of his large hands, leaning down and planting a sloppy kiss to your lips. You huffed.

“You were dancing. Where are those moves wi’me, ah?” You rolled your eyes and stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss him back in retaliation. “Dance with me, then.”

Raph was for sure dying happy. “Focus on me.” He gave you a cocky smirk and you held onto his arms. Without warning he picked you up to spin you around. You squealed, hands anchoring onto his shoulders; he was grinning at your face as it contorted into embarrassed happiness. You were melting his stress away with just a smile.

Donnie

Donnie has seriously considered putting in monitors by your fire escape for safety purposes. He doesn’t want anything putting his baby in danger and is, on the low, a fan of being able to keep track of you. It has been speculated he has some control problems. Of course he never does anything without your express want of it and resorts to just checking in on you every so often. He’s a bit of a hopeless romantic in the sense that he’ll text you to come to the window and bam, there he is with tiramisu and a very detailed spreadsheet on a date.

Has sat by your window and looked in a few times and felt super embarrassed and ashamed afterwards because he got an identity crisis and was thoroughly convinced he was a creep. You just found it funny. He likes taking you to places to stargaze and shows up excited and unannounced if there’s a forecast for a clear night sky or meteor shower. He keeps you close and points out the constellations until you fall asleep. Donnie comes by one night to drop off your watch he fixed…

The tall turtle swung down to land on your fire escape. He sighed. He hasn’t seen you in what felt like forever and he usually wouldn’t come by like this but he just needed to see you. He hadn’t even texted you in his haste. His excuse was dropping off a watch he’d fixed for you a good while ago and even he knew that was a poor excuse. How else was he supposed to just show up? It only just occurred to him as he was crouching on your balcony, gear in hand, that he could just… show up. You always loved seeing him. Why was he getting all shy now? He shook it off and peered in through the corner of the window to see whether he could come in. Immediately he caught sight of you dancing. You were swivelling around your bedroom, a pile of freshly washed and dried laundry on your bed. A candle burned on your bedside table, it filled your room with the scent of vanilla cake. You had your music on loud and were singing along as you methodically folded your clothes to put them away. Donnie stared. He pushed his glasses up as though pressing his eyes to the lenses would help him see you better. You were completely ignorant of his presence, humming away with a lost smile on your lips as you folded your clothes to put in your chest of drawers; you had each tray open to have easy access to each drawer and you narrowly avoided bumping your hip against them each time you waltzed back and forth between your bed and the rest of the furniture. Your speakers played a vaguely familiar song and you chucked a few clothes to the other end of your bed as you sorted through the pile of clean laundry. Donnie noted you were in shorts and an oversized shirt that he was pretty sure was his. You danced away, nodding your head along and pausing your singing only to curse when an item of clothing refused to fold right the first time. Donnie caught himself smiling. He was smiling like an idiot. You were unaware and lost in your own little world, gently kicking the bottom drawer closed to the beat of the song as you whirled back over to your bed to continue folding. The purple turtle wanted to burn the image on the insides of his eyelids. He dryly swallowed, licking his lips to wet them as he watched you. He couldn’t stand being so far from you. Without ceremony he pushed up your window. The noise spooked you, but the familiar scraping sound of Donnie’s staff against the window frame told you who it was.

“Donnie, wh- hi?”

“Hey y/n. Sorry to drop by like this, but I… wanted to give you your watch.”

Donnie fumbled in one of the pouches on his utility belt for your watch, and hastily handed it to you. You took one look at it, put it down and pulled at Donnie so he’d be at your height. You leaned up to kiss him.

“Thank you. But seriously, how long were you there?”

“…8 minutes. I just needed to see you.” Donnie sheepishly kissed your cheek and you sighed, a smile formed on your lips. He gazed down at you with a steady, warm expression. “I didn’t expect to see you dancing, though. Pretty awesome. You been holding out on me?”

You dropped your forehead onto his chest, hiding your face in embarrassment. “No. Forget everything you saw.” You laughed when Donnie let out a chuckle and looked up at him. He cupped your face thoughtfully. His eyes brimmed with affection and the spark of an idea that popped into his overactive brain. “You wanna dance? Let’s dance, love.”

You made to protest, but his gentle hands and softer look than normal made you nod. He clumsily leaned down to kiss the bridge of your nose. Oh, right, he had his shoulder cam. ‘Please let it be on’ was his only thought as he held you close to him. If it was, he was treasuring that audio and whatever visible video he could scavenge forever. The hopeless romantic in Donnie was alive and well. 

A/N Literally stayed up all night I'm beat hope you like it

[adebauchedsloth]

I live for the sweet, soft moments.

[anarchistmemedistro]

[heartonmyshell]

Real life turtles enjoy shell scritches. Owners will set up scrubbing stations for their turts in their enclosure and they will kind of just shimmy and dance on the bristles because its like a nice back scratch for them (there are tons of videos and theyre so cute). Do you think the tmnt turts would like the occasional bottle brush to their shells? Im betting at the very least, Mikey would do the shimmy when met with a nice firm brush to the crevices of his shell 🤭

Real turtles use rough surfaces to help clean their shells and scratch places they can’t really reach. And I can absolutely see the guys appreciating a good shell scrub, even if some of them would never ever admit how nice it feels.

Mikey is the least subtle. Hand him a brush and he’d be “OHHHH YEAH RIGHT THERE” while doing the little wiggle/shimmy. Everyone else would roast him mercilessly … until it’s their turn.

Donnie insists it’s “for shell maintenance and hygiene.” But the second someone gets the brush into that perfect groove near the edge of his carapace, he’d go completely still because moving would mean the brush stops. He’d deny it was enjoyable.

Leo tries very hard to maintain his dignity. It lasts about thirty seconds before he’s quietly leaning back into the brush with his eyes closed. If anyone points it out, the session is immediately over because he has a reputation to maintain.

Raph claims he doesn’t need help and could “just use a wall.” Five minutes later someone’s giving his shell a proper scrub, he’s grumbling the entire time, and if they stop too soon he mutters, “… Didn’t say you could quit.”

I also love the mental image of them having a scrubbing station in the lair. It’s ostensibly there to knock grime out of the grooves after patrols. But everyone knows it’s also because shell scritches are ridiculously satisfying. Mikey is the only one with zero shame about how much he enjoys it.

And the shimmy is mandatory!

[emeraldhonour]

Do you think the scrubbing station looks anything like those automatic car washes?

... Ah, who am I kidding. They probably stole the equipment from one 😅

[heartonmyshell]

Why didn’t I think of this?! This is a HILARIOUS image 😂

[fyreball66]

💜❤️🧡💙

[wirehaze]

Fun frames

I love how Rise gives the characters these larger than life expressions, they’re exaggerated and hilarious, and they add so much humor without feeling out of place. Every reaction feels vibrant and alive, making the characters even more fun to watch.

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[squishybeesbuckethat]

TMNT BAYVERSE

Scent sensitivity headcannons

I had a thought to many after writing my previous ‘Natural Smell’ that’s about what the turtles would really smell like with and without cologne. This one here is what they can smell since they are turtles.

🌸 Strong perfume or cologne

Probably the biggest one.

If someone sprayed on several pumps of perfume or cologne, the turtles would likely notice it from much farther away than a human could. Up close, it might be unpleasant or even give them a headache.

Michelangelo might jokingly say something like:

"Whoa! Easy on the perfume!"

Donatello would probably be the first to complain because he'd notice the individual chemicals.

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🧴 Body sprays

Think of heavy body sprays or locker-room amounts of deodorant.

A cloud of that in a confined space like the lair?

They'd probably all wave it away.

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🧽 Cleaning chemicals

Bleach.

Ammonia.

Industrial cleaners.

These would be especially harsh underground where there's less fresh airflow. And I did wonder about this myself I time or two since I myself don’t like the smell, I wonder how much more unpleasant it would be for them. Because! They are animals and animals can smell wayyyy better than people can.

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🚬 Smoke

Whether it's cigarette smoke, burning plastic, or thick campfire smoke, they'd likely smell it long before humans would and find it irritating.

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⛽ Gasoline and fuel

Gas stations.

Vehicle exhaust.

Fuel spills.

These odors would be very strong to them and easy to track. Which points me back to the thought process on why they are so good at tracking in the first place. But not because it’s all animal behavior or scent related, I just mean they are better at tracking.

That and because Donnie’s genius with his tracking and Raph with his instincts.

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🌶️ Strong spices

Not necessarily unpleasant, but intense.

Cooking things like:

• Garlic

• Onions

• Hot peppers

• Curry

• Vinegar

would probably fill the entire lair with scent from their perspective.

Michelangelo might love it because "Pizza's almost ready!"

Raphael would just complain that he's hungry.

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🗑️ Rotting garbage

Ironically, while they live in the sewer, fresh sewage isn't necessarily the worst smell because they're accustomed to it.

Rotting food left out for days, spoiled meat, or mold would likely stand out much more because those are biologically important odors to detect.

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🐶 Animals

Dogs, cats, horses, and other animals would each have very distinct scents.

The turtles could probably identify what animal had been somewhere even after it was gone.

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🩸 Blood

They'd notice the smell of blood quickly, especially in enclosed spaces.

Not because they're predators in a horror sense, but because blood has a very distinctive metallic scent that many animals can detect.

What wouldn't bother them as much?

Things they've lived around for years become "background noise."

That includes:

• Damp concrete.

• Flowing sewer water.

• Wet earth.

• Rusty pipes.

• Mild mildew.

Their own natural scent and each other's.

They'd probably stop consciously noticing those unless something changed.

Funny contrast

Imagine April wearing an extra-strong vanilla perfume.

To another human:

"Oh, that's nice."

To the turtles:

"April entered the subway three minutes ago, she's carrying coffee, used vanilla perfume, washed her hair this morning, and she's coming from the east tunnel."

Their noses would likely make them excellent trackers, but it also means very strong artificial fragrances would be much more intense for them than for the average person. Literally because they are turtles.

And yet we don’t see much of these details in the movie but it’s ok because I feel why point out the obvious. Y’know? Anyway…that’s my thoughts when I put together real turtle facts plus more on a human sense with the Bayverse boys.

[squishybeesbuckethat]

TMNT BAYVERSE

Natural Smell

How do they naturally smell?

They probably don't smell good by human standards, but not necessarily because they're turtles.

Think of a combination of:

• Damp concrete.

• Freshwater and algae.

• Old pipes.

• Wet fabric.

• Leather gear that's been used for years.

• A faint reptilian/musky scent.

If they've just come back from a mission through the sewers, that smell would be noticeably stronger.

However, they're also shown caring about themselves and their home. Their lair isn't pristine, but it's organized enough that they're clearly not living in complete filth.

Do they bathe?

Almost certainly.

The lair has running water and plumbing. It's hard to imagine Splinter letting them go weeks without washing.

A realistic routine would probably be:

• Shower after patrols.

• Wash off sewer grime before relaxing.

• Clean shells and gear regularly.

That alone would remove most of the "sewer smell.”

Could they use deodorant?

Yes.

There's nothing stopping them.

In fact, it makes sense they'd use stick deodorant if April ever brought them some or they bought it themselves during supply runs.

It wouldn't completely eliminate their natural scent, but it would help with sweat, especially because they train constantly.

Cologne?

Probably—but differently for each turtle.

Heavy cologne would actually be a bad idea during stealth missions because strong fragrances make you easier to detect.

If any of them wore something, it'd likely be very light.

My guesses:

• Leonardo: Maybe a subtle clean scent if he ever uses one. Nothing flashy.

• Raphael: Probably doesn't bother most days unless someone nags him.

• Donatello: More interested in hygiene than fragrance. He'd probably use unscented products because strong scents could bother him while working with electronics.

• Michelangelo: Absolutely the one most likely to experiment with body spray or cheap cologne because he thinks it smells cool.

Do humans notice?

Yes.

April has known them long enough she'd probably stop noticing unless they've just crawled out of a sewer tunnel.

Someone meeting them for the first time would probably think:

"...Why does it smell damp in here?"

rather than,

"They smell like garbage."

Would Splinter encourage hygiene?

Absolutely.

• Splinter teaches discipline.

• That likely extends to:

• Washing after training.

• Keeping weapons clean.

• Maintaining gear.

• Taking care of themselves.

Good hygiene fits his philosophy of respecting yourself and your environment.

Most realistic conclusion

The "they constantly reek like raw sewage" idea is probably exaggerated in fan works.

A more accurate headcanon is:

• After a patrol, they smell like damp tunnels, wet concrete, leather, and a mild reptilian musk.

• After a shower, they're mostly clean but still have a faint unique reptile scent humans would notice up close.

• They could absolutely use deodorant, soap, shampoo (or shell-safe cleansers), and even a little cologne or body spray if they wanted. It just wouldn't completely erase their natural scent, and for stealth missions they'd likely avoid anything strongly fragranced.

[fyreball66]

💜❤️🧡💙

[xanadu-702]

💜❤️💙🧡

[rhysspiecez]

──⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─Anything Happens to Her,

TMNT BAY! Protective! Leonardo x Fem! Reader Blurb !

⭑A/N: This entire 'blurb' was inspired by a line from Daryl Dixon in The Walking Dead. Specifically:

"If she gets hurt, she dies, she catches a fever, she gets taken out by a walker, she gets hit by lightning, anything. Anything happens to her and I'll kill you."

I immediately thought of Bayverse Leo because he would be protective asffffff

⭑Summary: Casey is left in charge of protecting you while Leonardo has to handle more urgent threats across the city..

The city felt raw and wrong.

Not in the usual way New York did when something bad was brewing beneath the surface—not in the way it hummed with distant sirens, flashing lights, and the constant pulse of millions of lives moving around one another—but in a way that made the air itself feel heavier, thicker, as if the night knew something terrible was waiting around the corner.

The mission briefing had been quick. That alone had been enough to put Leo on edge.

There had been reports of Foot activity across multiple locations throughout the city, enough to force all of you to split up, and while Leo knew it was the smartest tactical decision, he hated every second of it.

He hated leaving his brothers. He hated not being able to oversee every moving piece himself.

But most of all—He hated leaving you..

The apartment was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the walls while the glow from the city spilled through the windows. Somewhere below, traffic crawled through the streets, oblivious to the fact that yet another battle for New York was about to unfold before sunrise.

You stood near the kitchen island, arms crossed loosely over your chest. Trying to look calm, even confident. An attempt to make this easier for him.

Leo saw right through it. He always had.

Because the truth was, you were scared.

And the truth was—

So was he..

His fingers flexed around the hilts of his katanas as he stared out the window for what had to be the tenth time in the last five minutes.

Casey leaned against the front door, his scuffed hockey mask hanging from two fingers while he watched the anxious turtle pace.

"You know," Casey finally said, breaking the silence, "at some point you actually gotta leave."

Leo didn't answer. Didn't even bother to look at him. His eyes remained fixed on the city skyline. The silence ached among you. .

Casey sighed.

"Leo-"

"I know."

His voice came out rough. Like every word was being forced through clenched teeth. Because he did know. The others were already waiting on him.

Donatello had probably called three times by now. Raphael was likely getting impatient. Mikey was most definitely getting impatient.

They needed him.

The city needed him.

But every instinct inside him screamed at the thought of walking away from you tonight.

His gaze finally shifted.

Found yours immediately..

Of course it did. It always did.

For a moment the noise of his crowded mind disappeared completely.

There was only you, standing there beneath Casey’s apartment lights.

Alive and safe. For now..

The thought settled heavily in his chest. Because safe wasn't permanent.

God, He knew that by now.

Safe could change in an instant. One wrong turn. One missed call. One person in the wrong place at the wrong time. Leo knew better than most how quickly everything could be taken away.

His jaw tightened. Then he looked toward Casey.

The shift was immediate. The softness disappeared. The worry disappeared. The affection disappeared. What remained was something colder. Something that reminded people why Leonardo was the leader.

Casey straightened his poor posture slightly. Not because he was told to. Because something in Leo's expression demanded it.

Leo crossed the room slowly, stopping directly in front of him.

"Casey, While she's with you,"

Leo held his gaze for several long seconds. Long enough that the apartment seemed to grow quieter around them. Long enough that even you felt your stomach tighten from where you stood.

Then Leo spoke,

"If she gets hurt, if she dies, if she catches a fever, if the Foot gets their hands on her, if she gets hit by lightning, anything...."

His voice never rose. That somehow made it worse. More serious.

There was no shouting. No dramatic anger. Just absolute certainty.

The kind that settled into a person's bones.

"Anything happens to her, and I'll kill you.."

The words landed heavily in the room. Casey stared at him.For a moment nobody said anything. Casey blinked. Unsure if he even that last part right. Leo didn't even react.

Casey looked between Leo and you.

Then back to Leo.

"A fever is on the same level as being taken by the Foot?"

The complete lack of amusement on Leo's face answered the question. Casey's expression slowly changed. The joke died before it could fully leave his mouth. Because beneath the threat, beneath the overprotectiveness and paranoia and ridiculous inclusion of lightning strikes—

There was fear. Raw, genuine fear.

Leo wasn't threatening him because he was angry. No. He was threatening him because he was terrified.

Because there were a thousand things in this city that could hurt the people he loved, and for the next few hours, he wouldn't be there to stop them.

Casey saw it. You saw it too.

The realization made your chest ache.

Slowly, Casey nodded. The humor disappeared from his face.

"You have my word. Nothing's gonna happen to her."

Leo's eyes didn't leave his. Then, finally, he looked at you.

The hardness in his expression cracked instantly.

Like it had never been there at all.

He crossed the room toward you before he could stop himself. Until he was standing in front of you.

His hand found yours. Large fingers curling around your own. Holding on for just a second longer than he should have. As if some small part of him was trying to memorize the feeling.

Just in case.

"You'll be okay," you whispered.

Leo laughed softly.

A quiet, bitter, humorless sound.

Not because he disagreed. Because he wanted so badly to believe you. His heavy thumb brushed across your knuckles. Then he leaned forward, pressing his forehead gently against yours. The gesture was brief.

Tender.

The kind of affection he rarely allowed himself when other people were watching.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer. Like leaving was physically painful. Like every instinct in his body was fighting against it.

Then, with visible effort, he finally stepped back.

The leader returned. The soldier returned. The protector returned..

But the fear never fully left his eyes.

"Lock the door after I leave.."

You smiled.

"We always do."

Casey groaned loudly from across the room. Dramatic.

"Leo, either say goodbye or go save the city. Standing here isn't helping anyone."

Leo shot him a glare powerful enough to silence him instantly. Then, after one final look at you, he disappeared through the apartment door.

The room felt emptier the second he was gone.

And as Casey locked the deadbolt behind him, he found himself staring at the door for a moment before shaking his head.

Because after seeing the look in Leo's eyes—He was worried about what would happen if Leonardo ever lost the one person he couldn't bear to lose.

And judging by that threat— Nobody in New York would survive the aftermath...

Had to quote my third baddie, Daryl...

[all-fandoms-fiction]

CHEATING FICS (Leo, Raph, Donnie, Mikey x reader)

LEONARDO x reader

Blue light

“I thought you had honor!” I yelled from the top of my lungs. 

I had never thought something like this to happen. At least not with Leo. I thought he had a sense of moral and all, but I guess he didn’t. He was just a teenager and he was only learning. Maybe he just was too nice. He was too kind to everybody. Sometimes shy even.

“I- I didn’t do that on purpose!” He stuttered, maybe he was only defending himself because I mentioned honor. 

“It’s the honor thing, right?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“What? (Y/n)-?” He didn’t even know what to say, thinking I was playing around, making him mess up with his thoughts, giving myself a chance to escape. “No! It has nothing to do with that!”

“Oh it doesn’t?” I said sharply. “So you think an honored man would do something like that?” I twisted his words. Good one, (Y/n)… Way to solve the problem. 

“I didn’t mean that, I just… You’re doing this on purpose!” He snapped at me, not angry though, he was just frustrated. 

“Maybe…” I admitted, shrugging, almost smiling at myself.

“She was the one who kissed me! I didn’t do it!” This made me groan. 

“Well you weren’t kicking her off of you either!” My voice getting heavy with disgust. That fucking asshole!

“I don’t hit girls!” Leo explained, only gaining a more deadlier glare from me.

“Yeah like you couldn’t get her off with other moves.”

“I froze! I didn’t know what was happening!” Leo really? That’s all you’re gonna say?

“It’s because you still like her, right?” I swallowed between ‘you’ and ‘still’.

“(Y/n) I love you!” Leo pleaded, trying to get closer to me, but I stepped away, slapping his hand away.

We were on the surface, at a dark alley. I had stormed away when I saw Karai and Leo kiss. He had kissed back. There was no denying that. For fucks sake Leo, why couldn’t he just say he still liked her?

“You still like her! You wanted to kiss her!”

“She kissed me!”

“WHAT EVER!” I raised my voice more.

Leo thought something for a second. He was silent, trying to look around and find a solution to his problem.

“She’s my sister." 

My mouth wide open. That’s his excuse?! 

"I mean!” He yelled fast, trying to explain the decision of his words. “It’s not like I could ever be with her." 

Not getting in better direction.

"I… I can’t do this Leo…” I muttered, disappointed at him. He didn’t, I mean, he couldn’t make things better.

Leo panicked, his eyes getting wide and his body stiffening. 

“I really have to go now.” I said before turning around. 

When I started to walk away, Leo yelled my name, rushed towards me and took a hold of my arm. I felt a lightning go through me. I didn’t want him near me.

“Don’t go!” Leo begged. His blue eyes searching for some compassion, but I didn’t let him that. I shook my head.

“No. I’m leaving.” I said, pulling my hand, trying to get off of him. He only pulled me closer to him.

“I really want you (Y/n)!” Leo begged. “Just, let’s get back to the lair and I can tell Karai to leave." 

My eyes getting wide again, filled with anger and betray. She was still there?!

"She’s still there?!” I snapped, pulling my hand fast off of his grip. 

“Well, you left so fast, I didn’t know what to say to her.”

“I’m leaving! Now!” I snapped, only to hear him come after me.

“GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEP!” I screamed as loud as I could.

“Shh (Y/n)!” Leo tried to calm me down. “Someone might think you’re being attacked on!” I raised a brow at him, grinning a little like a devil. Leo gasped and whispered: “Don’t”

“I DON’T HAVE ANY MONEY! PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!” I yelled as loud as I could, now hearing people to yell and scream that was I okay and telling that a police was on their way. I didn’t took long till we were able to hear the sirens.

“You better go.” I said threatening. 

Leo’s eyes begging me to not to do this to him, but I didn’t fall for that. I wanted him gone, no matter what I needed to do.

The last thing that happened was that Leo tried to get close to me, take me with him, but when the police car’s lights got closer, he knew he just needed to go with out me. Looking back at me, before getting down the manhole, he looked at me with broken expression on his face, but believe me or not, did I look like it or not, I was more broken than him.

RAPHAEL x reader

I’m not Spike

He had started acting weird along time ago. I didn’t want to push him though, even if it bothered me. Oh how I wanted to help him if he had pain. But there was no way he’d tell me. So I didn’t even ask. 

He never was home and when he was and we spent time with each others, he didn’t make almost any moves towards me. It was starting to get hard to even be with him in the same room. It was oh so hard, but I couldn’t just end it. I really really really liked him, and I, as naive I was, were waiting for him to tell me if he wanted to stop. Maybe I was stupid, maybe I was too nice. Who knew.

But like I already knew, the day when I would finally get to know what was up to him, was now. And the day that it would end, it was now. I always knew it would end in either way, but not because of both.

When I got to the lair, about to see Raphael and spent my precious time with him by just moping and staring at the tv screen, what I found was something that had never crossed my mind.

I arrived to the lair, and was about to go to search for Raphael, who pretty surely was in his room, I crashed into Leo. He was there, in front of his younger brother’s room’s door, just turning around to face me. 

Leo’s eyes widened, and he spread his arms wide open, trying to make it look like he tried to hug me when he noticed what he did. 

“Oh hey, (Y/n)!” He said surprisingly loud.

“Leo..?” I almost growled, but he just locked me into a tight hug, not letting me near Raphael’s room.

“You… You came early!” His voice loud, filled with awkwardness. I tried to break free from his arms, only to gain him grunt and trying to explain his actions: “Why don’t we go to dojo? We never spend time there!” I struggled, but he had already started walking, pushing me in the direction where the dojo was. 

“Leo! Let go!” I snapped, pushing him hard, tearing us apart, then marching on Raphael’s room’s door, pushing it open. 

There he was, on his bed, on top of April.

It took me awhile to even understand that they had noticed us. Leo had walked next to me, putting his arm on my shoulder and starting to lead me away. 

I was so broken I didn’t even understand what happened. Leo had narrowed his eyes at his brother, looking at April with angry and cold eyes.

He had walked me in the dojo, pushing me on sitting position, sitting in front of me, trying to make me understand that he had my back. 

It took awhile until Leo got me out of my trance, he even threatened me that if I wouldn’t snap out of it he would tell Donnie and ask him to explore me if I had fallen into a shock. I of course didn’t want that to happen, not wanting to tell anyone about this, feeling like it was my fault I had been left heart broken. If I had just ended this sooner… 

Leo didn’t agree, like it was even a surprise. He told that this was Raphael’s fault and his fault only.

When he finally got me to get back to my senses, we talked in the dojo for awhile, then Leo offered his help, telling me that I needed to do something concrete and left to get me something to drink.

It didn’t take long for a loud chat reach my ears. It was Leo and… Raphael.

“Did she leave?” Raphael asked, coldly and almost sounding like he wouldn’t care if I would’ve die.

“No, she’s with me” Leo said mockingly, surely glaring at his brother. “How could you do something like that to her?!”

Leo had started yelling. Raphael didn’t care a bit. He obviously was just shrugging his shoulders and not even bothering to think about the whole event more than that.

“Well, at least now she knows.” I felt like he had just pushed his strong hand through my chest, gripped my heart and ripped it out.

I got up, went to the living room, Leo and Raphael turning towards me.

“I’m going home, Leo.” I said, not even looking at Raph. 

“(Y/n) you don’t have to-” Leo tried but I cut him off.

“It’s okay. It’s not like I didn’t know that Raphael wouldn’t ever care about anyone. He doesn’t care about humans, or maybe he does care for April, or he’s just playing with her. ” I said coldly, making Raphael mad. He was surely considering either hitting me or yelling at me. “I always knew I didn’t actually matter. I’m not Spike, after all.”

After that nobody said nothing, I only heard Leo gasp and Raphael growl at me. I still knew I hit hard with my words, was he able to hide it or not.

“You’re saying I don’t have a heart? Or that I’m just a mindless monster?!” Raphael finally spoke. I didn’t even look at him again.

“Pretty much like Slash.” I said, now facing his scared and mad mixed expression.

“You know, you’re one little bitch you know that!” Raph snapped, pointing at me, which made me turn around, I looked at Leo, telling him with my eyes that it was my time to leave.

He just ignored Raphael like I did, walking me out of the living room, but before I left the lair, he kissed me on my forehead, whispering: “I’m so sorry about all of this…” His voice low, but loud enough for Raphael to hear. “I hope you won’t start to hate me…”

“No one could ever hate you, Leo.” I smiled sadly at him, kissing him on the cheek before leaving, leaving with an image of Raphael’s broken expression when he saw his ex girlfriend kiss his bigger brother, the one who he envied and hated and loved at all the same time, seeing what he had done.

He just had given his brother something that he had once treasured over everything after what happened to Spike. He had almost handed me to him. And knowing it was all his fault, knowing Leo knew and I knew, he had nothing to do. He couldn’t make this better. He had once again shown us all that Leo was better than him, in anyways.

I’m not Spike after all

That had been a mistake. Letting me slip from his grip. But he knew it was true. He had maybe really cared for me. Not as much as he had cared for Spike. And what happened to him? He left, before trying to rip the family apart, and now he was almost repeating himself. I was going to be the one to break the family now. Making all his brothers hate him for what he did to me.

DONATELLO x reader

Black dahlia (<- (name)song fic for Holywood undead)

Like everyday I visited the lair, where I had grown to consider as another home of mine. I felt so comfortable in there. It wasn’t the only reason I went there though. I had started dating Donnie, the tallest of the turtle brothers. He was such a sweetie. So caring, and a real goofball. I loved him. I hadn’t told him that yet though, but I knew I did. I had just realized that. 

So now that I was getting there, in the lair, I almost took dance steps while I got closer. I was so happy to get down the sewers and not wanting to even think about the surface.

When I got there, my eyes widened. I was now facing something I had never even thought about to be able to happen. 

Donnie was there, his green arms around another figure, April. 

I had never actually liked her. She had been so cold towards Donatello, and made every moment to uncomfortable for us all with her presence. I knew Donnie had had feelings for her, not that he still had feeling for her.

While I watched as Donnie kept April on his grasp, I felt how my breathing got harder. Donnie had his lips on April. They were kissing!

When Donnie pulled away, he smiled down at April, April’s back towards me, not giving me a chance to see her face or her expression.

My head spinning, I tried to keep myself sane, looking around like I was seeing everything the first time, taking steps away, getting closer to shadows and leaving.

“(Y/n)?!” I heard that voice, that sound, that fucking voice! That god damn voice, ringing in my ears differently, making me want to scream and cover the sound under my high pitched voice.

“Oh no!” I heard April gasp. She put her hands over her mouth, facing me.

“Yeah… Oh fucking no…” I chuckled, the tears filling my eyes. I didn’t make any eye contact for the couple. “Oh no that I saw that…”

I hated to say anything. I just wanted to leave, never come back and never see anyone of then again.

“(Y/n) I don’t know what to say…”

Just stop talking… I can’t listen to your voice now…

“We’re so sorry!” April gasped, taking a step forward, thank god I was far enough that it would take her more than just a one step to get close enough, to meet my fist that is.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I snapped, raising my head up, looking at the both of them. My face must have woken something that had died in Donnie back alive, since he looked like he knew exactly how I now felt. Like he felt the same pain inside himself.

“I didn’t mean to…” Donnie tried, his voice shaking but I just looked over him, trying to look cool, which I did.

“No, you did. It’s fine. You two are so like each others.” I smiled. “But you know, I think you have forgotten the fourth wheel.” I laughed evilly, sensing April froze. She looked terrified. Knowing I would finish my sentence.

“(Y/n), please don’t..!” April begged.

“You’re a real bitch, you know that April.” I stared at her with murder in my eyes. “Now that you took Donnie, I may as well take Casey. I’m sure he will appreciate the fact that you had no intention on leaving him, but I’m not sure is he so happy about you kissing others.” Donnie looked at April, not understanding.

“(Y/n) please! This was a mistake! Please don’t tell Casey!” She cried, now getting close, so close she could touch me but I just backed away.

“You… You’re dating with Casey?” Donnie stuttered, obviously not knowing that April never had any intentions to date him. She wanted to be with Casey, but if she stole my boyfriend, I’m not going to make this easy on her either.

“You know what Donnie.” I said, I knew he and April were able to hear the sadness and humiliation from my voice. “You are a mistake!”

I stormed away, leaving April there, crying on her knees, but was surprised by the closer getting foot steps of Donatello. 

“(Y/n) please let me explain!” He tried, taking a hold of my shoulder, only gaining me to pull away and slap him on his cheek, across the face.

“I loved you!” I screamed, not even caring if everybody heard me, the people on the surface and everybody back in the lair.

“You gave me hate, see? You feel that? Can you even feel anything  at all anymore, than you’re own needs, your selflessness?” I tried to push him down as down as I could, yelling and crying at him. He fell on his knees, covering his eyes and started crying.

“Oh you feel bad? You feel sad? I’m sorry, hell, no, fuck that!” my sarcastic remark making him shake even more. I wanted him to feel even worse. “I don’t care about how you feel anymore!” My voice breaking into a crying and yelling mess. “It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife.”

Donnie whined, his voice so quiet even I weren’t able to hear him. All I could be able to catch from the sentences he spit out were some random words from here and there. 

“I’m so sorry”

“I was so stupid”

“never”

“I loved… I really did”

“please”

“a nightmare”

“Don’t go" 

"I’ve been abused, I feel so used because of you.” I muttered. Donnie sniffed loud. “Seems like all we had is over now” with that, I walked away, only sharing Donnie cry, beg and plead for me not to go.

MICHELANGELO x reader

no more girls

“You’re welcome, hottie!” That’s when it started, every time he saved a girl on their patrol, you begin with them, he flirted with them. Of course you thought it to be innocent compliments, but it kept happening and getting worse. 

The girl giggled, what an idiot, and left, thanking you’re boyfriend once again before leaving. You glared daggers at his way, but he didn’t even bother look at you. He just kept going. 

The last time he saved a girl from the foot clan in a subway tunnel, he kicked the clan member off of the girl, helped her up from the trails she had fallen on, right before the train came. The girl was in shock, hugged Mikey and thanked him over and over again. When you were just about to leave, before the girl left, the girl said something like: “A turtle that heroic must have a girlfriend already.”

You waited what Mikey would say, only to get shocked from his playboyish attitude.

“I’m always free for you, babe." 

When the girl left, you were burning and furious. You walked in front of Mikey, started yelling at him.

"What was that?” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh you saw that! Did you see how smoothly I saved her!” His voice excited while he smiled.

“Only thing I saw was how you tried smoothly hit on her!” You growled, using his own words. What a blind idiot he had to be!

“Come on, babe! It was nothing!” He raised his arm, wrapping it over your shoulder and smiled happily, impressed that you were jealous. You of course pushed him off, narrowing your eyes once again, starting to walk away.

“Mikey, you just said that you don’t have a girlfriend to that girl! Seriously! What do you think I’m supposed to feel like?” You waved your hands like a windmill, yelling at Mikey who just looked at you with innocent eyes.

“I didn’t say so…” He muttered, sadly.

“I don’t care. I’m with you on the missions and while I watch you flirting with others like that, it makes me feel like that I’m not worth the effort of being your girlfriend!” Mikey’s eyes widen. He looked scared and shocked, not wanting you to say the next words.

“We’re through!” You snapped and then turned and walked away, not giving him a chance to talk this over.

[neononeil]

—` bay!leo x fem reader ‘—

# ‎‎ 𓂃𓈒 ﹑ ‎ ‎ ── you are wearing no panties under the skirt | NSFW

he notices the phone dropping and you bending down to pick it up, and his eyes immediately drawn to the sight of your bare legs and the hem of your skirt lifting up to reveal that you're not wearing any underwear.

his jaw tightens, and his throat is suddenly dry. he’s supposed to be doing something productive, but now he's just standing there, completely caught off guard by the unexpected view. his eyes scan the curve of your thighs, the lack of any fabric beneath that skirt, and the way your skirt hitches up just enough to leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

he tries to look away, but his gaze keeps drifting back while his mind is suddenly flooded with images of what he'd find if he were to lift that skirt up even further. he swallows hard, realizing he's now rock hard in his pants and his mind completely consumed by thoughts of your bare pussy.

then, without thinking, he takes a step closer to you as you're still bent over picking up your phone. his hand reaches out and gently grabs your wrist, stopping you from standing up fully as his other hand slowly lifts the skirt up higher, exposing your bare ass and pussy completely.

—stay like that...

his breathing quickens as he gazes at you, completely exposed while his eyes dart down to your pussy without even trying to hide it. he can see every detail: the soft hair at the edges, the subtle wetness making you shine…

—fuck...—the word escapes his lips before he can stop it because he’s never seen anything so damn beautiful, so damn...

his hands move to spread your legs wider, giving him an even better view. now he can see your pussy lips parting slightly and the wetness becomes more apparent. without thinking, he reaches out a finger and gently pushes it inside you, feeling your warmth and tightness.

one finger quickly becomes two as he slowly pumps them in and out of your pussy, completely lost in the sensation. he’s never touched another girl like this before, never seen one this close up; meanwhile, your wetness coats his fingers, making a soft sound as he fingers you.

[ DONNIE — RAPH — MIKEY ]

[missbeautyandherbeast]

I Knew It, I Knew You

Raphael X Reader (second chance)

Summary: What would you do if you got a second chance to fix a pretty big hurt in your life? Ten years later, the city might have changed, and maybe you did too, but is it enough to escape the ghosts that haunt you?

A/n: So this definitely has potential to be a series if you guys want (or if I decide to do it anyway). Anyway, both the turts and Readz are aged up (25 or so) and this is just angsty and soft and i think I aboslutely love it because we all deserve to make up for our mistakes; or at least apologize for them.

p.s. no ai was used in the creation of this work and never will be.

There was a soft thud behind me. A sound I knew from a dream of a memory but I knew it all too well. 

It still scared me though. 

“Holy fucking shit Raph,” I cursed, turning to see the terrapin hiding at the edge of the shadows. 

“Since when do you curse?” There was a smirk drawing at his lips. Even the sight of him, my adrenaline spiked from the fun and fear that wove into my memories. 

“I’m not twelve,” I said defiantly. “I see you haven’t changed though,” 

He chuckled, amused at my boldness. A smile grew on my face and wordlessly we drew together into a hug. 

“It’s good to see you kid,” his voice was low in my ear. I took a deep breath, my body relaxing into his hold. 

“Good to see you too Red,” I said.

It was really good to see him. I hadn’t been back since I was a little tween caught up in the world of shadows that resided below the regular one. Maybe nine years? Ten? We didn’t talk much in the meantime—both of our egos leaving us defiantly silent. But when I reached out, he answered. And here we were. Nervous for the time spent apart. Nervous for the feelings that still lingered between. 

My old apartment building roof was a safe place to meet. I hadn’t lived here since, but it was common ground. A good place to catch up. I had taken the time to set it up just right: soda, pizzas, chips, blankets, a radio. Just like old times. 

We spent the time eating pizza and talking about so many things—avoiding others: what book series I had gotten myself lost in, what UFC fight Raph was following, showing off my new rescue cat, Raph yapping about mods to his motorcycle, how my parents were, where I’d traveled to in the space between. Easy conversation. It had to be for this to work. 

We avoided why I left, why we didn’t talk in the time between, and the damage it caused, how long we were angry at each other and when that faded to regret and guilt because we missed each other. Because as the hours went on, we inched closer together, like the gravity of the time missed pulled us together. But the night was winding down, but the presence of those topics we chose to ignore laid heavy in the air. They clouded my intentions and my own desires until it was all a mess. 

Though I was lost in my head, Raph always keenly alert, suddenly froze, going rigid. My focus homed on him. He heard something, his careful eyes pinpointing what was a threat to our bubble. My adrenaline spiked. Raph jumped up with such lethal accuracy. I scrambled up after him. Three shadowy figures dropped onto the roof. And still he put himself between me and the danger before us. 

“Shit. I swear this was not supposed to happen,” Raphael pulled out his sais, dangerous and well worn. 

“When does it not?” I mused. Tucked into my back pocket—knowing that something always happened—was a stiletto switch blade. Beautiful and sharp. The glint caught his eye. He hesitated, confused; impressed. 

“They’re robots this time,” he told me. I was shocked. Last time they were just trained ninjas from Japan or local from the city that Shredder found.

“What?” I said. 

“Some things change,” he smirked. Robots took away the moral implications. 

“Cool.” I smiled and twirled my blade so it faced out—ready to heavily maim some robots. But before I took a step, Raph was so fast. He had the three robots laid out easily. Not the hesitant unsteady gangly teenager I once knew; no Raphael was lethal and mastered his craft. 

“Damn.” I said, gazing at the sparking wires of the mangled robots. 

“I’m not twelve,” Raph said, grinning at me, using my line from earlier. 

“No shit,” I said. 

His eyes scanned the rooftops, looking for something, or someone. Were there more? Were we safe? I trusted Raph to keep me safe—not necessarily out of harms way but ya know, safe. I put my knife away and took a step closer to him. 

“I don’t see any others,” he said. 

“I thought the foot clan left when Shredder died,” I nudged the foot of a robot and it twitched. I stepped back. 

“Karai took over for a while, but yeah,” his brow furrowed as he spoke. “This is odd,” 

“Oh yay,” I said sarcastically. 

“You’ll be fine princess,” he said as my old nickname slipped from his lips. My gaze dropped, a smile and small blush creeping on my face. 

Girlish dreams flickered back but I stamped them back. He had found me at a time in my life I needed to feel safe and protected, and he made me feel safe. Like I had a place to be, where the people around me wanted me in their lives. A red string that began with him. It was a few seasons of will they won’t they that kept my head spinning as a teenager. 

Raph and I had never been anything except each other’s favorites. And then I left. And we just never were. 

“We should go back to the lair. Tell them what’s going on,” Raph said. 

“It’s fine. Just a couple of bots. You said yourself there aren’t more,” I deflected quickly. 

“Y/n, you’d be safer there,” he said. 

“It’s fine,” I pressed harder. He huffed and rolled his eyes, agitated. 

“Just let me take you back to the lair. You’ll be safe there! And we can figure this out!” He insisted. 

“No.” I said. Our defiance and egos reared their heads now. “I don’t want to go back.” 

“What? Can’t face your past?” His barb was quick. It wound me up so tightly. We’d avoided conversation topics for a reason. I was not going to be shoved head first into one of them now. 

“Like how you were such an asshole back then?” I said. “And looks like the jury is still fucking out on that one,”

He laughed sharply. “Oh like you weren’t a know it all with a fucking savior complex who thought she could fix the world if she just tried hard enough,” 

That one stung a little but it was true. It was enough of a call out to pull me from my pride and take a deep breath. 

“Fuck you Raph,” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “You really thought about that one huh?” I tacked on. 

“Too far?” He asked a little softer. We’d thrown all our knives it seemed. 

“Was true,” I said. “But ouch.” 

“Sorry,”

“It’s true,” I shrugged. “God I was insufferable,”

“A little,” he teased nudging my shoulder. “But so was I.”

“We were just kids,” I decided. “We didn’t know better,”

He nodded, lost in thought. 

“Let me take you home—to your new apartment.” he said as I was forming a case of why I really didn’t want to go back to the lair. A list of reason to disguise my cowardice. 

“Oh. Alright,” I said. “Thanks,” 

He nodded and rubbed his face. “Lead the way?” 

Now on a different rooftop, there was an awkward silence between us. I hated it but I didn’t know what to do to alleviate it. 

“G’night kid,” Raph said. “It was good seeing you again,” 

“Yeah,” I rubbed my arm. Our goodbye seemed final somehow and I didn’t want it to be. We were older—I was older, I could maintain a friendship even if it was uncomfortable. Couldn’t I? 

“Don’t be a stranger?” He said, catching my attention. 

“Yeah,” A smile touched my lips. “I had a good time tonight, all things considered,” 

“Me too,” He smiled. “Seriously. Don’t be a stranger. I’ve missed you,” 

“You too,” I said. And with a final hug, he was gone into the night. 

And life went back to my new normal. A job at a local restaurant that I could walk to, looking for places to meet new friends, taking care of a cat that was keen about her feeding routine despite being a street cat months ago. And Raph and his brothers were at the corner of my thoughts. 

The next time I reached out to him, it wasn’t to hang out. It was seemingly a normal shift at work. 

I heard the door open and started to say my hellos to the new patron when I paused, stumbling through my greeting, desperately trying to keep it smooth. 

“Dining in or taking out?” I asked keeping a polite smile on my face. It came out a bit squeaky. 

The Shredder gazed at the menu over my shoulder. If he recognized me, he didn’t say a word. And maybe he didn’t. I hoped to God he didn’t. Maybe I’d changed enough, maybe it was always dark enough when we encountered each other. The odds might be in my favor but the risk that they weren’t didn’t sit well with me. I took his order and darted from the front. 

“I’m making a quick phone call,” I told my coworker who gave me a strange look—and that was fair—I was out of sorts in a way my kitchen had never seen. I walked to the back with my shoulders hunched and heart racing. Holy fucking shit. Why did he have to walk into my hole in the wall restaurant? There were thousands in the city. Thousands. And he was twenty feet from me. The man who haunted my dreams for so long. Who led me to run from the city and the brothers in the first place. 

The call went through. 

“Y/n?” Raph was confused. “Aren’t you working tonight?” 

“Yeah listen. Shredder just walked in and ordered take out.”

There was a tense silence. “He what?” 

“He’s at my restaurant.” I hissed. “I thought he was gone!”

“He was! Is! Are you sure it’s him!?” Raph asked. I heard commotion in the background. 

“Would you like me to send you a fucking picture!?” I snapped back. “Yes I’m sure!” I was so aggravated that he didn’t believe me. 

“Okay, alright,” he conceded. “We’re already on our way. Just… be careful,” he said, his tone softening, the way it only did for me. The way we both took a breath signaled that we weren’t mad at each other. Just frazzled and frustrated by the situation. I could see that and so could he. We’d grown up. 

“I will. You too,” I said. 

“Did he recognize ya?” He asked, his tone still soft, concerned. 

“I don’t think so,” I said, worrying my lip. “Should I be more worried?”

“Just… give your kitchen a heads up. Do you trust them?”

I nodded to myself. “Yeah. I’ll… I’ll talk to George.” A smile ghosted my lips. Now was a good time to work for what might really be the mafia front. 

“Oh great let’s just start a crime boss war,” Raph muttered getting me to laugh. 

“I’m gonna talk to George. I’ll see you soon,”

“No ya won’t,” I could hear him grinning like he was some master of stealth I didn’t scan the rooftops for even in other cities. 

I found George outside, and I gave him spark notes of that I thought was going on. Concern grew on his face as his brown furrowed. He was a slight man but with a hardened face that warned not to be messed with. His Lebanese features were strong and his accent stronger. He ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair. 

“Is he still here?” George asked. 

“Yeah, he ordered. Should be out in like ten minutes?” I said. 

“Okay. You stay in the back. I’ll cover you until he’s gone,” he said very seriously. 

Gratitude surged in my chest. “Thanks George.” I shot Raph a quick text about what George told me. 

I hid in the back with Junior our dishwasher. I stumbled through an explanation in the mid level Spanish that I was learning. He nodded and let me hang out no questions asked. That was nice. I’d been here only a few months but my coworkers were becoming some of my favorite people. 

George eventually came back and found me. 

“He’s gone,” George said. “If he comes back you call me right away,” his tone was grave. I nodded. 

“Thanks George,” I said. 

“You coulda told me when I hired you that the Shredder has it out for you,” George teased. 

“It was ten years ago!” I insisted. “And I literally just moved back,” 

“Yeah yeah. Just call me kid. Now get back to work,” 

Fortunately the rest of my shift was uneventful—just regular restaurant and the stress and busyness that came with it. What I absolutely thrived in. 

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“First the foot bots and now this,” Raph said. “I don’t know if I like it.”

“It can’t be a coincidence,” I agreed. “I’ve been in the city for a few months. I’m not some weird-shit magnet. It has to mean something,” 

Raphael and I were chatting after I got off my shift in the darkness of the alley. It was after George confirmed that I wasn’t walking home alone and I was okay. Even my friends on staff gave me wary looks and asked if I was alright. Their care for me had something warm growing in my chest. I didn’t want to dare label it as belonging. Not yet. 

“Come over,” He said breaking my train of thought. “Please?” As if he was ready to rebuttal whatever excuse I had. “It’s safer there and we can figure this out and…” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I don’t want to lose you again,”

Whatever argument I did have against going back to the lair—and the weird uncomfortable feelings that came with returning somewhere after a decade and seeing people I haven’t talked to since—absolutely died on my lips. He had said please. He never said please. Well he hadn’t ever before. And he was honest about his intentions. It caught me so off guard. As much as I really didn’t want to go back, I didn’t want to face the consequences of my decade old actions… if Shredder was back with the Foot Clan… the lair was the safest place for me and I didn’t want to lead them to my apartment. I didn’t want to think that they already knew where I lived. 

“Let me pack a bag,” I said with a smile. 

The way his eyes lit up was worth all of the discomfort in the world. I’d to anything to keep that light in his eyes. 

Over the years I had streamlined packing—moving every two years and couch surfing for a better half of six months would do that to anyone. So I had a bag ready in fifteen minutes and in fifteen more we were outside the lair. 

I hesitated. 

It was all so familiar and yet so foreign. Ghosts of my past self and haunting absent years enveloped me. She was so excited; to be apart is something bigger than herself. To find a place to belong outside of the world she was raised in. Bright-eyed and ready to make mistakes. 

Now I had to face those mistakes. Looking backward might be the only way to move forward. 

Regret and melancholy washed over me. I inhaled deeply, letting myself be. To be with those emotions, then let them go. 

“You okay?” Raphael noticed. “I know it’s a lot to come back,” 

I nodded, agreeing with his acknowledgment. It was a lot to come back. But not too much. We walked forward together. 

“Raph! Good you’re back! Donnie said Y/n packed a bag and—“ 

I stepped out from behind the terrapin and smiled. 

“Oh my god you’re here!” Mikey exclaimed. “Thank god! I thought we were gonna have to track you down!” He scooped me up into his arms and crushed me in a long overdue hug. 

“It’s good to see you too Mikey,” I laughed, tapping his arm so he’d let up. 

“Come on man she just got here, give her space,” Raph scolded. 

“Right, don’t wanna scare her off,” Mikey teased but there was something sad in his tone as he stepped back. My brows came together. Did they really believe that they were the ones who scared me off? That the brothers were the reason I left? Had they been carrying that weight all this time?

“You guys couldn’t get rid of me if you tried,” I teased but it was a bold faced lie. Our history proved that. 

“Haha right!” Mikey put of a brave face but I could see through it—he was itching to talk to me, to hug me again, but he had his excitement caged. He was calculated about how he interacted with me. It made my heart hurt. “Well I’m gonna let Donnie know you’re okay,” he excused himself quickly his head ducked down. I groaned and scrubbed my eyes with my hand. 

“Please tell me you guys haven’t spent the last ten years thinking you all were the reason I left?” I said giving Raph a desperate look from behind my hand. 

His lips pursed and he gave a little shrug that turned into a nod. My heart sank. 

“God, no,” I ran my hand down my face and shook my head. “No,” I refuted. “No, just no,”

There they were. All those feelings I’d been avoiding. The guilt. The shame. The regrets. The weight of it all. All brimming to the surface. 

“Raph,” my voice broke. “No,” my gaze turned from him to where Mikey disappeared and to a place I once called home. A place I loved. Tears welled in my eyes. There was no use stopping my tears. 

“I never hated you guys. Or blamed you. Or ran from you,” my eyes met his; they were glossy. “You were my friends. I loved you guys. I needed you guys. And leaving…” tears carved trails down my cheeks. “I can’t change it but I wish I’d never hurt you because of it,” I chased away my tears. “Raph,” 

He nodded, not trusting his own voice but he was crying freely now. Like his brother he closed the space between us and held me in a way that was long over due. I wrapped my arms around him and cried. There were so many things I regretted but not reaching out, not clearing the air, not alleviating the pain if I could have just set my pride aside was the worst sin I had. 

“I’m sorry,” I cried. “I’m so sorry,” 

He hugged me a little tighter. “Me too, I’m sorry Y/n. I coulda reached out. I coulda said something I—“

I nodded into his shoulder knowing exactly what he meant. I pressed my face into his shoulder. It was comforting. Familiar. It was where I belonged. He squeezed me a little tighter. 

We pulled apart. Raphael reached up and watched a few stray tears from my face. 

“We’ll do better from now on,” Raph said with a half smile. “We actually talk to each other,” 

I nodded and smiled. “I’d like that. A lot,” there was a warm feeling in my chest at the idea of always having Raphael in my life. To always have him to talk to. There’s nothing I wanted more. And I’d put in the work this time to keep it. 

“I… should apologize to your brothers,” I said, taking a deep breath. 

“You don’t have to do anything,” Raph assured me. “You’ve also had a bit of a night,” 

“Yeah, but they deserve to hear it.” I said. “I—I’m—“ 

“You’re too hard on yourself,” Raph soothed. “We were kids Y/n, teenagers,” 

“But I still hurt you guys. And look I know it was a hard situation. And I know there wasn’t anything we could have changed but… if I have the chance to make things right, I owe it to myself to try,” I said, gesturing in my state. My posture shrank. “I’ve… I’ve not really ever had a chance to make things right before… and I’ve lost—too much. And if I somehow get a second chance with you guys I…”

Raph nodded. “Okay alright, I get it,” he rubbed my arm softly. “And if you wanna talk about what happened…”

“One day,” I smiled a bit, the shadows of my past rearing their head. “Thanks Raph. I… I really have missed having you to talk to,” 

“Come on kid,” he smiled. “I’ll go get them, then you need to get to bed okay?”

I nodded, scrubbing my face. 

Raph was right by my side as I face the three other turtles. Donatello and Michelangelo were listening expectantly. I couldn’t read the emotions of Leonardo’s face. Regardless, I had amends to make. 

“Guys I’m sorry,” I said still watery. “It was never your fault. Me leaving. And I should have told you guys that. And I’m sorry,” my voice broke at the last apology. 

Mikey and Donnie have warm hugs and apologies of their own. Reconciliation was found there. Leo stood a cool distance away but he gave me slight nod. I wasn’t entirely sure if I was forgiven by the leader in blue but at least he acknowledged my apology. It was all I could ask for even if it sent a shard of hurt in my chest. I wanted it to all be easy but the reality of it was that it couldn’t be. 

Mikey and Donnie were chattering asking me questions wanting to catch up with the excitement I was expecting, but it all went over my head. I’d hit a wall mentally. Raph brushed them off for me and I mumbled a good night. So grateful Raphael grabbed my bag and led me to his room. His room has changed over the years—obviously. But there were still familiar posters on the wall, though new rock bands and movies joined them. It was neat—more organized. A few more stacks of books and comics. More gaming consoles piled together. And a bed that seemed to just keep going covered in a nest of blankets and pillows. 

I wasted no time to flop into his bed, covering my face with my hands. 

“You okay?” He asked knowing the answer from my body language. I let out a pitiful sound. “Yeah, sorry kid. Leo’s an ass. Always has been, especially about apologies.” he sat beside me on the bed. I peeked out from behind my hands. 

“He’s valid in his reaction,” I sighed. “Hell I’m surprised you even texted me back,” 

“Really?” He said. I sat up and nodded. There was a sharp pain of sitting up too fast behind my eyes. 

“Yeah, I didn’t know what you thought of me. What any of you did. I—“ a shrug fell from my shoulders. “You could’ve never responded and I’d understand,” 

“Of course I would have texted back Y/n,” he said so resolutely, putting his hand over mine. “And, you’re here now. That’s what matters. And you’re kinda dead on your feet,” he said, nudging my shoulder. “Let’s get some sleep.”

“Like old times?” I asked wondering if we’d share his bed or if I’d trudge out to the couch. Another fragment in our not quite dating mosaic. 

“If you want.” He said. “Or you can stay here and I’ll take the couch,” he offered. 

“I can’t ask you to do that,” I said aghast. I knew that couch would be okay enough for me—for Raph it’d be miserable. 

“I invited you over. I can take the couch,” he said in response. 

“Or we can share your oversized California king bed like adults,” I mused, taking in the vast expanse of his bed. “Seriously where did you get this bed?” 

Raph laughed. “Donnie engineered them. You remember where everything is?”

“I think so,”

“Lemme get you some towels and stuff,” he said getting up and going to his closet pulling down a folded towel wash cloth and hand towel. Wow. Very adult. 

Freshly showered and admittedly exhausted, I grabbed my phone for some late night reading and scrolling to finally drift to sleep. Raph came in and noticed I was in bed.

“It’s only like midnight?” He asked, confused. 

“Uhuh,” I said. “And that means it’s bed time,”

“You used to stay up way later than this,” he said.

“When I was fifteen,” I pointed out. “Now I enjoy getting to bed at a reasonable time and waking up before eleven,” 

“Wow. Okay,” he said, smiling a little. “We’re gonna run a patrol, I’ll be back in a few hours,” 

“Okay, I’ll be here,”

“Promise?” He kinda smiled at me. 

“I promise,” 

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Can't stand it

MDNI! Headcannons on how the Bay!turtles (separately) hatefuck.

This one's a doozy so strap in

Tags: Bay!tmnt x reader, fem reader, PIV, no protection, oral- f!receiving (Leo), size diff (Raph), creampies, overstim, mating press (Donnie), nasty smut, dw it ends well, atrocious punctuation, not proofread

Mikey

The two of you never got along well, for some reason the orange turtle’s excessive energy and insistence that you join in on ridiculous things just irked you. He equally disliked you downing on his fun, finding the way you rolled your eyes at his antics and your sarcastic quips irritating beyond belief; he felt like you were judging him for every little thing he was doing, whether that be eating or playing a game or training.

Mikey is utterly frustrated by your lack of amusement with him. The intensity of your gaze makes him feel perceived, and he hates it. You dislike his disregard for cleanliness on occasion, the messiness he’s prone to pisses you off, especially when you don’t particularly enjoy sitting on crumb covered surfaces. Mikey loathes the way you’re so friendly with his brothers, but seem to have an issue with him and only him. Deep down it’s based on insecurity, he’s afraid of being perceived as creepy or gross and constantly tries to put himself in the ‘harmless’ role; Mikey tries to be the one all about fun and if people dislike him he feels a weird sort of anxiety about it.

Despite trying to disregard it, Mikey is affected by the idea and gets into his head to the point where it amplifies the perceived negative feelings you have towards him. The tension bubbles up and eventually, you’re put in a very charged situation…

Mikey stormed into the room after you, huffing in frustration. You weren’t even listening to him. You took one look at him and dismissed him as beneath you, as though he were something you’d found on the bottom of your shoe and you wanted to throw away the pair.

“Mikey, quit fucking following me. I told you, I don’t need you accusing me of shit.”

“Accusing? Dude, I’m literally trying to have a conversation like a normal person. You’re the one making it hard to.”

“You’re so- no I’m not!” You scoffed at him, crossing your arms and glaring at him with that look he despised so much. Mikey took some steps closer, throwing his arms up to emphasise his irritation and his helplessness. He pointed at you.

“See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You never liked me from the start, you suck the fun out of everything. I’m just trynna chill and you come along and-and- make that face at me. Well. Forgive me if my kinda fun is not to your liking, your highness.” He sarcastically titled you, putting on a mocking accent. You groaned, looking at him with such disdain that he took another step forward to get right in your face and glare back.

“This is what I hate about you. You make everything about the way you see things. A look? Really? I mean, seriously, how the fuck is that a reason to hate me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing, brah.”

“Shut up. Could you just shut it for a single second? All you do is get in my face and get in my way and make shit up about some sorta look. You’re so annoying. God, I didn’t find you that annoying at first but lately you’ve been driving me up a fucking wall.”

Mikey took another step closer. Both of you were breathing hard. Somewhere in his gaze he looked wounded, like your words had struck a sore spot. You hadn’t hated him at first. Fuck. The way you were looking at him now made him feel heady and stupid and annoyed and sad and suddenly he was kissing you, pushing you up against the wall and caging you in. You were kissing back.

Mikey rolled his hips, the thick stretch of his cock stirring your insides and producing the most obscene squelches. You were on your back on top of his bed, sheets crumpled beneath you. The tension between the two of you had built to a point where it had bypassed angry sex. Mikey was whimpering at the feel of your warm, tight pussy clamping down around the length of his dick, his arms were shaking and he could barely hold himself up on top of you. You were moaning into the crook of his neck. He’d been dribbling precum from his tip before he’d even pushed an inch into you and you could feel the creamy swab of his head hitting deep each time he pushed his hips down. Your pussy was soaking, you’d never known you were capable of getting this wet; the pearly semi-translucent liquid had long since coated the insides of your thighs and smeared onto Mikey’s thighs too. And not just his thighs, you were dripping onto his sheets with each slow thrust, shuddering at the feeling of a thousand nerve endings firing at once. You were certain you couldn’t form words if you tried, twitching and bucking your hips up to meet the way he fucked into you.

“Ah- fuck. Pretty. Look at me, pretty. Please, please look at me.” One of Mikey’s hands slid down to cup your face, looking down to watch the way his cock stretched you out as he sank into you before looking back up to your face with a pleading, helpless expression.

“Mi-key- Ohmygod, I” You were slurring your words, drunk off the delicious way his dick filled you up and made your gummy walls squeeze down to glue him to you.

“You don’t hate me now, right? You’re not- not- mad?” Mikey pressed his forehead to yours, screwing his eyes shut and gasping out a moan as he felt your legs try to wrap around him and keep him close.

“No ‘m not mad. ‘M sorry. I wasn- ohhh fuck, I didn’t mean to.” You had tears at the corner of your eyes, clutching onto him for dear life as you felt the pleasure building up in your lower stomach. Mikey felt the way you tensed and your words brought him to the edge so quickly he felt winded. He increased the pace of his thrusts, pounding into your poor, spasming pussy in desperation. You don’t hate him, you didn’t judge him, he hadn’t done anything wrong. You even felt sad about the way he’d held such a negative view of you, sniffling as he fucked you so messily. You didn’t even care about the messiness, too focused on the way his plastron was brushing against your nipples and the sound of his desperate groans. Without warning Mikey slammed right up into you, the friction breaking the delicate tension that had been building in your lower gut and making your walls clamp down hard as you came. He thrusted once, twice, frantic little convulsions. His cum overflowed, dribbling out around where his flushed base was balls deep and onto the sheets below. Panting and tuckered out, he nuzzled into you and kissed the corners of your eyes. It was safe to say the hate had dispersed a little.

Leo

Leo had been skeptical of you ever since you’d been roped in on one of their missions. It had been an accident, but to him you’d handled it recklessly, choosing to fight instead of run and hide the second they’d been able to cover you. 

In Leo’s eyes everything about you is just wrong, you talk back to him, have attitude for days and seem to want to get on his nerves on purpose. He’d even caught you laughing about how uptight he was with Raph, and you hadn’t even had the courtesy to stop when he’d made his presence known with a more than unimpressed look. You had just smirked, tilting your chin up with a smug, amused sort of expression that drove Leo crazy. You never listen.

You hate the way Leo acted like he had a rod permanently up his ass. He had told you off the very first day you’d met, and you’d felt embarrassed and anxious and that humiliated feeling had stuck with you. You hadn’t even done anything wrong. Leo’s pretentiousness pisses you off. Leo finally gets fed up with your brattiness and decides you need some teaching…

“Fuck- you!” You squealed at the way Leo flicked his tongue and latched onto your clit, the leader in blue had been eating you out for the past thirty minutes. You were gushing, unable to move to squeeze your thighs together with the way his heavy hands pushed your legs apart without effort. Leo pulled away, spit soaking your already soaked pussy. Your wetness had dripped down his chin and it glistened, mocking you with its vulgarity.

“Ah-ah. That’s not how you talk to me. Try again.” Leo dipped his head back down, kitten licking your folds before shoving his tongue in your pulsing cunt. The way he slurped at you, attempting to gouge out your insides with his tongue, forcing your thighs apart and stilling even the idea of movement made you whimper and try to wriggle your hips to get him to fuck you with his mouth. You had tears at the corners of your eyes with how long he’d denied you orgasm, your pride had been thoroughly shattered and you were whining his name.

“Leo, Leo, please! You’re so- so mean. You’re always so mean, I hate’t” You clawed at his hand on your thigh, trying to hold it, to get him to be sweet to you for once, to stop being so fucking stern and apologise. Leo spat into your pussy, licking once more to spread the wetness around. He pulled away when he heard your babbling and the way you sounded so teary, brow furrowed in confusion at your words; not once had Leo heard you sound like that, not once in the last half hour had you cracked like this.

“I’m mean? What happened to all the times you’ve treated me like a joke? I’m trying to be a good leader and you…” Leo blew a thin stream of cool air onto your hot, messy pussy as if to try to soothe the overstimulation you were feeling “…you try to argue with me on everything. You do it on purpose.” Leo sounded a little bitter, but he focused on slowly kissing the wet insides of your thighs. He couldn’t be petty. That was so stupid. He was meant to be the mature one, the one in control and yet bitterness bubbled up uncontrollably. You shivered when he blew at you, tendons in your thighs twitching under Leo’s hold.

“You were- were mean first. You got mad at me for- fuck- no reason.”

Leo pressed a sloppy kiss to your clit, causing your hips to buck up as best they could. He frowned. “I did, huh.” He pushed up, slowly kissing up your lower stomach, up your abdomen, in the valley between your tits. A teardrop had broken and rolled down your cheek, you sniffled and squirmed under his firm hold, needy and overwhelmed. Leo breathed out, feeling a little twist in his stomach and not just from the raging hard on he’d been sporting since he tasted you. His dick was throbbing, he’d dropped the second he pried your legs apart and had been painfully hard as he finger fucked you to get you dripping down his wrist. Leo felt his irritation dissipating at the way you looked so vulnerable, and he knew you weren’t lying with how out of character it was for you to act like this. He reached down to slap his cock against your clit a couple times, groaning lowly at how good it felt. You whimpered. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, kiss your temple and find your hand so he could hold it. “I’m sorry. If you were just- ah- acting out in retaliation I can’t blame you. It’s my duty to look out for everyone. I didn’t mean to hurt you, sweets.” You sniffled, wiggling your hips to try to get him inside already. You pulled him close, eyebrows pinched up wantonly as you pressed your lips to his in an open mouthed, heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue. Leo slid his tip along your folds, wetting himself with your slick and catching his head in your hole a few times; you both simultaneously moaned as Leo’s reddened, swollen tip slipped in. You gasped when he began to push his hips in, grinding your own in little circles to attempt to fit his length in your sopping pussy. He involuntarily thrusted, accidentally pushing himself all the way in and snapping his hips to connect his base to the hot, sticky mess that was dripping at the base of your cunt; you gasped and moaned into him, tears slipping down your cheeks at how good it felt.

“Oooohgod- Leo-“ you scratched at his arm with your free hand. He held your other hand in his own, an innocent gesture compared to the utterly depraved filth going on where your bodies connected. You gripped his hand tight when he began to move. “I’m shooo- fuck! sorry. I’m sorry for being so difficult, I’ll be good. Gon’ be so good.” Leo just whimpered in response to your words, feeling himself prematurely spurt a little. Yeah, all was definitely forgiven.

Raph

Raph is a hothead and a hardass for the most ridiculous of situations, and your rivalry started when you disagreed on how Leo needed to arrange the patrol rotas. In the end your schedule won out and Raph was left fuming over it. In his mind, you’re just an annoying little obstacle, something that needs to be weeded out. He finds any and all reason to argue with you, hating the way you walk and assert your ridiculous opinions and just you in general.

You find his irrational thinking infuriating, you both argue about the smallest of things. You glare at him more often than not and he tries using his height and size to intimidate you, looming over you and getting all up in your face when he’s angry. You especially hate when he does that and flaunts his size and strength in comparison to you, like he’s trying to make you feel small and weak. You both reach boiling point and things get heated…

Raph had been driving you up the wall all day. All week. All month- in fact, he’d been doing so for more than a month and hadn’t let up. He was petty, rage filled and seemed to think you were his outlet. You hated that. So why were you letting him now drive his dick deep into your guts, your face smushed against the pillows and ass up for him to grab onto? You couldn’t even remember how you got here, one minute you’d been yelling at one another and the next Raph had thrown you onto the nearest bed and pushed you into it. Raph was completely lost in the tightness of your pussy, stuffing you full with his stupidly big dick. He was so big inside you that your gooey walls were struggling to squeeze around him, fluttering helplessly to accommodate the sheer size of him. The red turtle had needed to prep you for god knew how long to even get to this point, and you’d been thoroughly fucked out before he’d even swiped his cock against the flooded mess between your legs. You were drooling into the pillow beneath you, helpless little ‘ah, ah’s torn brokenly from your throat every time Raph moved a centimetre. Raph groaned.

“Look at you. Makin’ me- shit, makin’ me have to go easy, sweetheart.” Raph pushed until the base of his cock was flush with the soaking, stretched entrance of your cunt. You let out a choked half-whine, scrabbling to clutch at something, anything that would ground you.

“Raph!“ You were whimpering. “You’re so big. I hate how you jus’ do that. I hachyou.”

Raph slowly pulled out until his tip was the only thing in your hot pussy. He looked down at the creamy ring around the base and the way his shaft was glossy with your wetness and almost came then and there. Cursing, he sloppily fucked back into you.

“You hate me. Yeah, I h-hate you too. Cocky lil’…” His words were cut off by the way your combined fluids dripped down onto the sheets. He slid one of his large, warm palms to your stomach to stabilise you and in the process felt the outline of his dick. He groaned, eyes wide and thighs shaking. “Fuck, you feel that? Me inside you. Not so high ’n mighty now, are we?” Raph’s hips stuttered and he slid his hand further down to rub at your clit as he rolled his hips into you again.

“I’ve got you right here.”

You were convulsing, two thrusts away from cumming on him. Your stomach felt weird, you reached back to clutch at him. He’d been trying to be gentle so as to not hurt your smaller frame but something in your gut was twisting in an unfamiliar way. “Raph, wait, pull out, I wanna- lemme- lemme sit on it. ‘Feels weird like this.”

Raph immediately complied, completely forgetting about any anger he was supposed to feel at the way you said ‘sit on it’. He repositioned so he was leaning against the headboard, large hands almost encircling your waist, thick fingers rubbing circles as you slowly sank down on him with a gasp. You began to grind your hips down the second he filled you to the hilt, tits bouncing as you tried in vain to ride him. He bucked his hips up in tandem, meeting your movements with his own little thrusts and stirring you up. His thumb moved to press to your clit and as he circled it you felt something similar to a dam breaking and a flood of cum. You spasmed, flopping forward on his plastron and squirting hard all over his lower half; you soaked the bed and his dick in the process. Raph fucked up into you the second he felt the gush of your pussy, stuffing you full of his thick, sticky cum immediately. It leaked out from you as you lay twitching atop him, and the two of you panted heavily. “Fuck- I didn’t know I could-“

“Guess you ain’t opposed to how big I am now, huh?” Needless to say with that Raph learned to be less of a brute and you learned to not mind how he used his size.

Donnie

Donnie is the most stubborn fool. He hated you the second you pointed out a flaw in one of his prototypes and took your constructive criticism as just criticism. What did you know about the kind of tech he dealt with? Nothing, and still you’d discovered an issue with his work. Donnie abandoned that project after that since he didn’t have an alternative go-around other than what you’d suggested, and he refused to use your criticism to improve his work.

He feels enormous amounts of disdain towards you after that. You equally hate his pompousness, he’s so condescending towards you without realising it. He throws shade left and right if you step a toe into his territory and you find it so frustrating. Eventually, you both can’t take the way your witty arguments bring up all kinds of pent up feelings…

“Again… just one more time…” Donnie’s glasses were askew and slightly cloudy, he was biting his lip as he looked down at where his cock filled your sloshing cunt. A nasty milky mixture of his and your cum had splattered across your thighs and he was struggling to keep his composure. He fucked into you, pushing your legs up so you were forced into a mating press of sorts. The stretch of his fat head probing your sticky insides was immeasurable, you were whining desperately. One of his tridactyl fingers moved down to your clit, teasingly rubbing in slow circles and building you up. You couldn’t even think, rocking your hips up to try and chase the feeling of him stuffing you.

“Ohmyfuckkk god- Don,” You babbled mindlessly, tensing up at the familiar feeling of your approaching orgasm. Donnie whimpered, groaning and panting in a way that made your pussy clench hard and flood once again. You squealed at the force of his dick hitting the spongy spot deep inside you, attempting to squirm up away from how good it felt, but Donnie wasn’t letting you move. He used his height to his advantage, tugging you down to meet his heavy, desperate thrusts as he rutted into you.

“Don’t- ah- don’t run. Can’t handle it?”

You whimpered, brow furrowing and eyebrows knitting together in frustration and arousal. “S-Shut up! Fuck, you’re so annoying. Self-important-“ you came before you could finish your sentence, convulsing and moaning into his shoulder. Donnie pulled out immediately, trying not to mourn the loss of your warm pussy clenching around him, angling your hips so he could watch your hole flutter around nothing. He watched, fascinated and struggling to not drool at the sight. His cock was twitching. It hit his lower plastron with a wet sound, a string of sticky arousal connecting from his tip to his stomach. You gasped as you came down from the sensations, weakly reaching up to try to grab hold of him; your nails dug into his forearm as your head lolled. Donnie cursed quietly, other hand reaching down to stroke himself with wet schlick sounds that made your face flush. You whined. “Donnie. Just. Fuck me properly.” He just nudged his precum-covered tip against your sensitive folds, mask ties resting on his chest and dropping down over you when he leaned over to get close again.

“You’re always telling me what to do… Shit, you’re so bossy. Think you know hahhh fuck- better than me?” Donnie’s voice cracked as he asked the question. He was gazing at how your pussy oozed when he pushed the head of his cock in. You whimpered, unable to respond with anything other than a shake of your head as Donnie eased himself back into your heat. You locked your legs around his hips; you were adamant on him staying inside this time, you’d had enough of the teasing and torment he’d been subjecting you to for the past hour and could only think about what it’d feel like to have him lose his already far gone composure if he came in you. He’d held himself back the last time and settled for desperately jerking his cum out onto your cunt rather than in it. He’d rambled something vaguely about refractory periods and used his fingers until he could fill you all the way up with him again. “Donnie, wan’ your cum. Please just stop teasing.” You had barely finished your sentence before the tall turtle slammed his hips to yours, thrusting into you with frantic plap-plap-plaps that had you moaning obscenely and clenching around him. You were still sensitive from your last orgasm and his needy thrusts were making your lower stomach tense and relax incredibly quick; you felt like he was trying to push you over the edge again. Donnie could feel the wetness coat him and he groaned as he clutched onto your hips and fucked you deep. He was wider at the base and it stretched you out each time his pelvis came into contact with yours; he bit his lip to keep from whining as he moved one of those huge, warm hands to your tits to pinch at your nipples and get you to buck your hips. You felt the second he started getting close, and tried squeezing him with your walls. Donnie cursed, creaming in you and completely crushing you into the mattress as he did so; he was utterly fucked out of his mind and the aftershocks sent little spasms through his body, he swore he went blind for a second. You had squirted, the overstimulation and feeling of him filling you up had made you leak pearly fluids all over Donnie’s lower stomach. He panted, half smiling and leaning down to kiss your forehead. He was so taking your advice more after this.

A/N I hope you guys like this! I'm not used to writing smut sooo yeah I have no clue how this turned out. Any interactions w the post are appreciated!(๑>؂•๑)φ

[ray-jaykub]

My brain? Fried. Coochie? Wet. Hotel? Trivago.

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[adebauchedsloth]

Technically not my first smut related drawing, but the first one not connected to anything and just for funzies. Posted on Bluesky since it'll get flagged here.

Yeah, the boots and pants look nice because I set up a still life with my partner's clothes to get an accurate pulled down pants reference. The things we do.