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heya, just wanted to say that i enjoy your writing and will always look forward to ur new posts! hope life treats you well and make sure you eat and drink and at least take care of urself!

thanks for existing😝!!!

God, this means so much to me. No, like actually,, Some days all your kindness is the only thing that makes this worth it, thank you for keeping me alive in ways you probably don’t even know. I have seen several such messages before in my box, and I am VERY sorry that I didnt answer them all,, All the people who sent me kind words, know that I see and am very grateful 💞 😭😭 damn, I love you guys🫶🫶

And drink some water for me too, okay?

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Can I request tmnt 2012 boys reacting to S/o pulling the “crack my back” prank on them

“Crack my back” prank on turtles

(Romantic, gn reader)

Your very successful prank on them or how would turtles feel after fully believing they just accidentally broke your spine, only to realize they’ve been fooled.

Leonardo

You asked so sweetly.

“Leo, can you just crack my back real quick? It’s killing me—just a little lift from behind, please?”

He’s hesitant—“Are you sure that’s safe?”—but eventually gives in, stepping behind you with careful hands.

He braces his arms around you. Lifts gently.

And then…

CRRRKKKKK.

“OUCHHHHHH—”

You fall forward, groaning dramatically, and hit the floor on your knees.

Leo goes completely still. Hands still hovering where your body was. His swords would never haunt him the way that noise just did.

Headcanons

He’s the most composed — normally. But not when the person he loves just crumbles to the floor with a sound that shouldn’t come from a living body.

“Oh no. Oh no no no—" His voice goes up and cracks into panicked squeak . “I—I didn’t mean to—DONNIE, GET THE FIRST AID KIT—"

He drops to his knees, turning you over with trembling hands, already mentally writing his apology speech to Splinter for maiming you.

“I knew I shouldn’t have done that, I KNEW it—oh no—stay awake—breathe—!!”

You lift your head weakly… and then start laughing, pulling out a few crunchy pieces of pasta from your mouth.

His soul leaves his body. Dead silence. Leo’s face cycles through shock, relief, then utter betrayal.

“…You’re joking. That was a joke?”

He just throws you back to the floor and walks away like a disappointed dad.

…He’ll forgive you in like 15 minutes tho

But next time you ask for a back crack?He’ll draw his sword.

Raphael

He gets this smug smirk like “Heh, yeah. I gotcha.”

Hands on your waist, lifts you up in the classic bear-hug from behind.

And then—

CRACKKKKKK

Your whole body jolts and you drop like a ragdoll.

“HUH?! BABE?! WHAT THE—?!”

Headcanons

Tbh, he falls for it so hard, because you ask him so sincere, like you actually trust him.

Raph practically yelps.

His eyes are wide, his arms stiff, he just stands over you frozen like he just committed war crimes.

He’s on the floor next to you the moment he hears your hissing, lifting your shoulders and neck, eyes wild, absolutely panicking

"WHAT THE—HOLY—" He grabs your shoulders, shaking you slightly. “Hey. HEY. Don’t pass out on me, dumbass!"

His mind races—‘Did I squeeze too hard?! How do you fix a broken back?!’—and he’s two seconds from throwing you over his shell and sprinting to Donnie’s lab

Then you crack one eye open… grin… and hold up the pasta. “Gotcha”

Silence. That one when you just looks at each other, with the same expression. He watches you long enough, ignoring your smile. Raph’s eye twitches. Suddenly, he snaps.

“You— YOU’RE SO— I THOUGHT I SNAPPED YOU IN A HALF—”

He wrestles you into a death hug, holding you to the floor, too tight and too furious. It’s almost looks like this time he wants you to choke on purpose…But not without a good amount of yelling

“You think that’s funny?! That’s NOT!!”

…But also, the way he’s holding you?

Yeah. You’re definitely forgiven.

(Maybe. Sleep with one eye open.)

Donatello

You hit him with the soft:

“Donnie, my back hurts… could you lift me? Y’know, just crack it a little?”

He gets all blushy and seriously “Uh—yeah! I-I mean, okay, sure, yeah I got this!”

He carefully positions himself, arms around your waist, lifting you like you’re made of glass

CRRRAAAACKK.

“AHH MY BACK—”

You collapse.

Groaning. Clutching your side. Twitching for effect.

Donnie drops you like a hot soldering iron.

Headcanons

My sweet genius boy doesn’t even get a chance to analyze before panic kicks in.

“OH MY GOD—OH—OH NO—WHAT—WHAT DID I DO WRONG—THE ANGLE—THE PRESSURE—SWEET HIPPOCRATES I BROKE THEM—”

He frantically checks your pulse, already mentally measuring all possible vertebrae that he could have broken or dislocated

Donnie’s holding you in his hands, screaming through the lair. He’s seconds from prepping for emergency spinal traction

…And then, you reach up slowly. Hand him a broken piece of pasta. “Psych."

Suddenly, he freezes.

He looks at your hand. Then at your face. Blinks. Then repeats—

He drops you again and falls backward, both hands on his face. He sits like that for few moments. Silently. A few looong moments.

And then, if you’ll reach out for him or start to laugh too hard—

“ARE YOU CRAZY?!!”

He screams so loudly that the ends of his bandana bounce. You saw that expression before. Usually that happens after Mikey's blows up a microwave or throws glitter bombs in his lab… It’s the same voice. High-pitched. Frustrated enough to echo through the lair.

“Do you have ANY idea how many spinal injuries I just mentally reviewed in under five seconds?! YOU CANT JUST—“

He’s now just yapping. Waving his hands. Stammering. Honestly? Adorable.

But the second he hears your giggle, or feels your hands, or gets into your hug, he just stops, looking at you with a confusion. And then, as if his charge just suddenly died, he sighs tiredly. Shoulders sag. Eyes soft.

“…That’s not fair” he mutters.

“You can’t scare me to death and smile like that..”

He’s still mad. A little.

But also?

He already forgive you. And totally in love.

Michelangelo

“Aw yeahhh, lemme get that spinal twist!! Say no more!”

He launches into the hug like it’s a wrestling match, lifts you up perfectly—

CRAAAACKKKKK

“AAAAAGHH—MY BACK!!”

You collapse like a noodle.

Mikey SCREAMS.

Headcanons

“B-BABY?! OH NO—WHAT HAVE I DONE—OH SWEET PEPPERONI I BROKE YOU—!!”

He panic-sprints in a full circle around you, arms flailing.

“SOMEONE CALL SOMEONE!! CALL DONNIE! DONNIE—”

He dives to your side, gently cupping your face. “Blink twice if you can still hear me…SQUEEZE MY HAND IF YOU CAN STILL LOVE ME AFTER THAT—”

You peek up open one eye, giggle, and toss a spaghetti noodle at his chest

He stares. “…Wait a second.”

Mikey realizes. His jaw drops. His eyes just running through your face

His face splits into a wide, disbelieving grin.

“DID YOU JUST PASTA-PRANK ME?!”

He bursts into a fit of full-bodied laughter — wheezing, rolling, the whole nine yards. Like, he actually can’t believe he fall for it. Kicks his legs like a toddler in a ball pit.

He immediately lifts you again, just to hear if you brought more.

“DO IT AGAIN!! I WANNA HEAR THE NOODLE BONE!! THAT WAS AWESOME—!!”

And that’s it.

You’ve triggered something primal in his chaotic heart. You started a war.

A prank war.

You’ll never know peace again.

You will now find dry noodles in your shoes. Pasta in your shampoo.

And one day, you will really pull your back…

…and he won’t believe you.

“Nice try, Noodle Assassin—NOT FALLIN’ FOR THAT ONE AGAIN!”

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Stretching lessons (Mickey x reader)

Mood: Light spicy, Flirty Mickey, Happy ending, Both happy yay

The dojo was quiet tonight—a rare, calm moment.

You stretched lazily on the mats, arms above your head, yawning as you tried to work out the stiffness from a long day. Mikey, meanwhile, was supposed to be practicing but had absolutely abandoned that responsibility to watch you instead, chin propped in his hands, smiling like an idiot.

Honestly, he couldn’t help it.

You looked so dang cute like that—all cozy, warm and sleepy, socked feet sliding on the floor, eyes slightly closed…

You groaned, dropping forward to touch your toes—or try to—and Mikey snorted when you barely made it halfway

“You’re gonna pop a hammy like that, sunshine” he said, bouncing to his feet and tossing the nunchucks aside like they offended him. “You gotta properly stretch, ya know?”

You raised an eyebrow, suspicious. “I am stretching.”

“Nooo, no no no…” Mikey tsked dramatically, already circling you like a shark. “Allow the master to demonstrate.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing—but before you could protest, Mikey was already behind you, gently taking your wrists in his hands.

“Here. Relax, babe. I gotchu.”

You blinked rapidly, very aware now of how close he was—his chest brushing your back, his warm breath fanning over your ear.

“Mikeyyy” you whined under your breath, but he just chuckled.

“Shhh, trust the process.”

He guided your arms up first, fingers brushing up your sides, teasing light enough to make you squirm and bite down a giggle. Then slowly, he helped you bend forward, his palms sliding over your arms to your hips—steady, firm.

Your cheeks flushed hot.

“You’re supposed to ease into it” Mikey explained, voice dropping low and teasing as he leaned closer, nuzzling just below your ear. “Gentle. Smooth...”

You swallowed hard. “Mikey.”

“Mhm?”

“This isn’t stretching.”

He laughed, full and bright. “This is advanced techniques, sugar. You wouldn’t understand.”

You twisted a little in his hold to glare at him—but he just grinned wide, utterly unbothered, and picked you up like you weighed nothing, spinning you once in a circle.

You squealed, kicking lightly. “Put me down, you psycho!”

“Nuh-uh!” he declared, still laughing.

He finally set you down, but not before pressing a warm, lingering kiss to your forehead—then your nose—then your lips, fast enough to leave you blinking up at him, dazed and giggling.

“See?” he whispered against your mouth. “Best. Stretching. Ever.”

You couldn’t even argue. Not like you wanted.

You just shoved his plastron lightly, biting lip to hide your huge smile.

“You’re ridiculous…” you mumbled.

“Ridiculously good at this” he corrected, kissing the tip of your nose again. “Admin it”

Oh lord it’s so cheesy that even cringe. I’ll post it anyway heheheh

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Alsooo, guys, I’m so sorry for disappeared without telling anyone😖 I just lost interest in TMNT for a little time, and also had some troubles with my education, so yeaaah, I just needed to get out of tumblr.

But I wanted to say thank you. Since my little break, there was literally +99 notifications in my box and I was like “WHAAATTT??!” I really didn’t expect that— Guys, YOU ARE AMAZING, THANK YOU VERY VERY MUCHH 😫♥️♥️ ITS SOO INSPIRING FOR MW, KNOWING THAT SOMEONE ACTUALLY ENJOYED MY WRITING

And hey, since I’m here again, I wanted to warn you guys. Don't expect any kind of systematicity or consistency from me, life is so chaotic that I don't think I can properly maintain this blog. I can make 10 posts a day and then disappear for a week, or write a little bit every day, and so on for a month, and then leave again. just a warning, there will be no schedule here from now on. I won’t just delete or ghost this block! But, you know, can just disappear for a little again😶

And alsoooo, again, I might be adding some new fandom to write about, and it’s WOY. Yeah, silly, but I just love it, so expect more things for it

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Maaan I swear I’ll start to write some x readers works with WOY one day, I just LOVE Peepers and daaamn there is so few works with him, I’m literally crying,,

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Commander peepers/GN! Reader HC'S ->

Romantic general relationships hcsss

It posted the first time while still a wip excuse that 💀💀💀

Eat it up simps :)

okay getting close to this man is definelty an uphill battle of sorts??? Very much a workaholic HOWEVER once a relationship is established boy are you in for a treat

MY MAN pencils in time for things and scheduled dates!! he's not always the most spontaneous but he feels this is a way to make SURE you get the quality time you deserve :)

He is so whipped holy shit guys like he is so whipped honestly like head 👏🏼 over 👏🏼 heels👏🏼

Hot air Ballon galaxy dates??? Yes. Done. Movie date?? Ofc! Signed and into motion hell this man will conquer a Planet with you if you're a villan and be ecstatic to spend time with you

Peepers is good at remembering like all of your interests and anniversary dates fr

Like this man will 100% take you to whatever the woy equivalent to red lobster is for special dates

SLEEPOVER DATES!!!!! he is such a sucker for chick flicks guys...(his favorite is clueless)

He's literally so cuddly in the morning too like he gets so soft with you it's sooo cute

He doesn't show it too much but he's not ashamed just more reserved pda wise but trust he's literally your #1 hype boy

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HAHAHA I've always thought that Donnie experiments with them secretly, what he doesn't know is that they know it too xd

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Burned alive (Tmnt 2012 x burning alive/ slowly dying g/n reader)

I made it as romantic headcanon, but you can read as a platonic too, ig. G/n reader

You’ve been kidnapped by Shredder and left to die in a Kraang lab. As the turtles search the facility, a deafening alarm sounds—they’re out of time. Splitting up, they race through the endless corridors. With seconds left, one of them stumbles upon a sealed metal door glowing red. The thermometer reads 52°C and rising. Through the fogged glass, a small sad face appears— drawn from the inside. You’re trapped in a superheated chamber, slowly turning into an oven. There’s no time to call his brothers. No chance to run to another floor. The siren drowns out everything—even the T-phone. It’s just him. The door. The heat. And 45 seconds left.

The Kraang facility groaned with mechanical life— corridors snaked endlessly, lights flickered with sterile coldness, and the constant drone of machines echoed like a heartbeat through the metal walls. the clock was slowly ticking, second by second. They had 5 minutes before this place would explode. The turtles sprinted through it, breath ragged, eyes scanning every hallway, every shadow.

Three hours ago, Shredder’s blades were at your throat. Two hours ago, the Kraang took you— warped away in a portal before turtles could stop them.

Now—

Now they’re here, running through this nightmare, praying it’s not too late.

They stopped briefly, exchanging looks through their comms —Leonardo’s voice steady but tight

“Keep going. Don’t stop… where not leaving without them— ”

A siren blared suddenly, cutting through the silence like a scream. Red strobes flashed across the walls. A Kraang alarm— high-level containment breach. The kind they don’t set off unless something’s gone terribly wrong.

And then…

Hot. It started to get hotter there.

The Kraang’s had activated thermal isolation mode. Something had gone wrong. Now, with every passing second, they could feel the air heating up—thick and heavy. The metal walls radiated heat, and the corridors wouldn’t end. Red light bounced off their shells. The lab felt like it was screaming— everything around them pulsed, as if the building itself was telling them to get out. But none of them slowed down. It was getting hard to breathe. Sweat started to drip down their temples…

Leonardo stopped abruptly, pressing himself against the wall, eyes darting in search of even the slightest clue— but nothing. Just endless corridors, oppressive heat, and the siren’s roar pounding in their ears.

He exhaled sharply—and shouted

“We split up!”

And in that instant—silence in response. No words needed.

Raphael had already turned left, jaw clenched, sai gripped like he could tear the walls apart bare-handed. Donatello bolted right, scanning every inch, every heat source. Michelangelo vanished into the shadows of a vent shaft, all quiet —no jokes, no laughter.

Each one ran into their own personal hell.

────୨ৎ────

…Three minutes left. No sign of you.

The corridors felt like a maze. Doors led to nothing. Labs were empty or wrecked. Every second ticked by like a countdown to something they couldn’t see.

They had no time. Three minutes. That was the plan. Split up. Find you. Run. You are here somewhere. You have to be…

A heavy, thick metal door at the end of a hallway. Out of place, bulkier than the rest, sealed with heavy locks and heat vents lining the sides. A faint red glow spilled from the tiny glass window at eye-level.

The thermometer above it read 52°C.

He stepped closer, instincts clawing at his chest. It wasn’t just hot— it was suffocating. He pressed a hand to the door.

A faint sound. A tap. Then another. He squinted through the glass —fogged with condensation, red-lit from within.

From the inside, a slow, shaky finger dragged across the glass:

:(

A sad little face appeared. There’s no way to miss it. You are inside.

The temperature ticks upward.

53°C. 54°C.

Only forty -five seconds.

Only him.

And you, who he couldn’t save.

Headcanons (Tmnt 2012 x slowly dying reader)

Leonardo

He freezes for only a second— but that second feels like eternity. The sad face drawn on the inside of the window slices through him like a blade.

Then he moves. He shouts, voice cracking “Y/N!”

He yanks his katana free, slashing at the door’s hinges —even though he knows they’re reinforced, even though it’s stupid.

Sparks fly. Metal screeches. The blade glances off uselessly.

His hands burn just touching the edge of the door, but he doesn’t stop. He drops to one knee, searching the floor, the walls—anything that might be a release panel. He rips open a vent and digs through wires with trembling hands

The heat keeps climbing. He knows it’s hopeless.

It was the first time when he actually doesn’t know what to do. But he still looks through the window. Still breathes, whispering “I’m so sorry…” against the glass before backing away, shoulders stiff— ready to drag his brothers out if the place blows, leaving you there…

…But only after you are“officially” gone. When the 100 °C finally hits, he stands up, all silent and shaking, looks at you for the last time, before run away

What goes after:

After escaping the laboratory, already on the roofs, Leonardo stops suddenly and doesn’t move for a full minute, just silently looking at the city. The silence after the explosion isn’t relief— it’s a void. His hands are shaking. He doesn’t let the others see tho

He just stands there, replaying before his eyes everything that had just happened to him. Like if he blinks, you’ll disappear forever, even from him memory

When the team regroups, he doesn’t speak. He leads them out, but something’s different. His orders are sharp. Cold. Like the heat inside that room burned out the last of his hope.

He doesn’t cry. Not even alone.

Considers himself unworthy to lead for a long time.

He isolates from the team for days, only appearing when necessary.

The words “We’re not leaving without them” haunt him.

Cleans and maintains your personal things (your cup, your toy or your favourite comic) with ritual precision— almost reverent.

Also carries these same things in the dojo, right where he meditates, but he never actually meditates again. Just stares.

He actually scares to imagine, what was you thinking or doing the last minutes of your life. Because he knows that you were waiting for them.

He kneels at your room one night, and whispers “I’m sorry. I should’ve found you first.”

Raphael

He doesn’t think.

As soon as he sees the face, he charges the door like a bull. Full weight. Full rage.

BAM

Again.

BAM—

The door doesn’t move, but now his shoulder’s dislocated, and his hands are raw. He punches the glass until his knuckles split. Blood smears across the scalding surface.

“OPEN UP—” he screams, voice ragged. “YOU HEAR ME?! YOU’RE NOT DYIN’ IN THERE!”

He hurls one sai at the wall. The other goes into the seal of the door— he tries to pry it open, growling, snarling, like pure desperation could tear steel.

But he fails.

And when the thermometer ticks to 95°C, he slams his forehead to the metal and screams until his voice breaks.

What goes after:

Raph stays outside the lair the night after. Doesn’t say where he goes. When he comes back, he’s got blood on his knuckles and a Kraang blaster bent in half.

He doesn’t say your name. Ever. But when that night he walks past your room, he stops. Just for a second. Then he walks away faster.

Becomes reckless in fights afterward, like he’s trying to find someone to hurt for what happened.

Spars until he collapses. Every day.

Blames Shredder so much. Raph swore to himself that he’ll kill him.

Has nightmares. Screams your name in his sleep.

Won’t talk to anyone about it. But guards your room like a grave.

Donatello

He’s the only one who touches the control panel.

The second he sees the face, his body reacts— he drops to his knees in front of the security terminal and rips the cover off.

“Come on, come on, come on—”

His fingers blur across the wiring, rerouting heat locks, bypassing encryption, overloading current

He reboots the control system twice in the span of 15 seconds. Sparks fly. A wire fries against his wrist. He keeps going.

“Don’t give up, Y/n” he begs, voice cracking. “I’m right here, I’m—”

The screen flashes red: FAILURE. THERMAL LOCK ACTIVE.

He screams and slams his T-Phone to the wall. Picks it back up. Tries to call.

“LEO, I FOUND Y/N! THEY’RE, THEY’RE DYING, THEY—!”

He knows no one’s close enough.

He looks up. The heat climbs to 100°C.

And then the heat hits his skin. Even from outside, it’s unbearable. Inside… you must be in agony.

He backs away slowly, collapsing onto his hands, his face pressed to the floor —crying so hard it doesn’t sound like crying. It's good that the siren's wail drowns out these sounds

What goes after:

Refuses to work on anything except recreating the door’s lock until April begs him to stop.

Blames himself more than anyone, thinks if he couldn’t save you, no one could.

Eventually programs a hologram of you to run simulations with him— just so he can pretend.

Keeps any little clothes you left, like gloves, scarf or shawl. It’s always borrowed with him. Never washes them.

Replays your last messages to him constantly. Adds a tiny engraved :( on the wall by his workspace.

Michelangelo

He doesn’t move at first. He can’t.

The sad face on the glass just stares back at him. It’s you. You. In there. And he’s out here.

Then—

“Y/N!!”

He throws himself at the door, palms slamming against it over and over. He grabs the heat vent and yanks, trying to pull it off. Burns his hand. Doesn’t stop

He crouches, scrambles to find something —anything—to break the glass. A pipe. A crowbar. His nunchucks

He hits the window so hard it cracks the edge— but it’s double-reinforced. Still sealed.

And that heat— it’s melting the inside.

“No no no no NO—PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME!—”

He falls forward, pressing his forehead to the glass, tears smearing on the foggy surface.

98 °C. You are gone.

What goes after:

At first, Mikey doesn’t say anything. Not one word. He just backs away from everyone, eyes wide like a child who just watched something break and can’t understand how.

Later, when the others try to talk to him, he says you’re just hiding “You guys know them. They’re pulling a prank. Just being extra “Y/N”

But the light in his voice is gone. He sleeps in your room the first night back. And the second. The whole first week.

He stops drawing for a while.

No jokes. No games. Just silence.

Refuses to say you’re gone. Tells himself you’ll show up.

Wears one of your little things around his neck like a necklace. Any medallion, ribbon, ring on a rope, any small decoration that you left

Leaves snacks in your room every night “…just in case”

Builds a plush version of you and hugs it when he can’t sleep… Or it can be your pillow. Or anything that can remind your smell and warmth

It’s took me so long but it worth it. I would be very happy with any support under this post! after this fic I will need a couple of days of rest, ahaha

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Just wrote a drabble and headcanons for trapped reader that is burning alive, like a kinda desperate situation, and to better capture the moment, I even drew a scene from it,, Wanna see the result?

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I disappeared from tumblr for a while,, just felt dizzy from writing all the time, and decided to change the vector a little

Now I not only write, but also draw turtles! Especially Donnie, since I still have the fattest crush on him— Thanks to those who are still here, I have something to share

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Can I have headcanons for tall reader, and she is very tactile, and when she’s hugging turtles, they always bump to her chest, but she doesn’t care at all (romantic, before any confection) feel free to ignore

How boys hugging you

(romantic, before confession. female reader)

This one was in my box for soo long actually,, I just felt writing this today, so enjoy!

Leonardo

He’s so respectful it’s almost painful. Every time he bumps into your chest, he freezes like someone hit him with something sharp

“Oh—! I-I didn’t mean to— Sorry, I really—!”

He’ll immediately pull back, hands hovering awkwardly like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

Lowkey thinks you’re doing it on purpose at first. But then you stay all casual, smiling so bright, and he gets lost for a moment

“You’re very… affectionate” he says once, awkwardly, after you done this to him a couple of times

He has to meditate longer now. To “clear his mind” (calm down after your hugs.)

The thing is, he loves your hugs. Your warmth calms him down. But he’s hyper- aware of every part of the contact. His honor code is screaming

Eventually he starts preparing himself mentally before a hug. Bracing for impact. Standing straighter. Trying (and failing) to maintain eye contact.

He won’t tell you to stop. He couldn’t. But when you leave? He tries not mention it and hides in the dojo

Keeps wondering what it would feel like to hold you back —on purpose

Raphael

The tough guy who’s not tough at all around you

Instant flustered rage mode.

The first time you hugged him and he got smushed against your chest, he pushed you away like “Tch— watch it!”

But you saw the bright red on his cheeks and the way he wouldn’t look at you for the rest of the day

And if you hug him more… he’ll try to push you again. He will growl, go back slightly — because he’s embarrassed and doesn’t know what to do with the explosion in his chest

You wrap your arms around him and pull him close? His cheek is immediately squished into your chest and he just stays quiet for a little

“What the—!? D’you even notice where you’re—”

“Mhm. You’re warm...”

And then continue hugging him. He stops struggling after five seconds. Six seconds in, his arms are around you too.

From then on, every time you go in for a hug, he pretends to protest but leans into it faster every time.

He acts like he’s annoyed, but if you don’t hug him after a mission? He actually gets moody

Donatello

You once hugged him mid-rant about Kraang code. He didn’t speak again for a full 30 seconds

He becomes fully broken every time. You hug him, and his brain reboots. There’s white noise only. Static.

“H-huh? Oh. Uh—um. I—I think we’re—too—close —!”

He dropped his screwdriver three times after that

When you don’t let go, he just… stands there. Stiff as a board. Face burning. Mind racing.

His inner monologue: “This is fine. Just two friends. Hugging. Very tightly. With my face where it absolutely should not be— ”

But you’re always casual. You don’t even comment on it. And that makes it worse

He starts secretly practicing possible things to say next time you hug him. He never actually uses them

Eventually, you hug him and he finally just… melts a little. Doesn’t pull away. Lets himself enjoy it

Your hug habits become his new favorite variable. He might thinks about them a lot. Secretly

He might even rest his chin on you if he’s feeling bold

One day, you hugged him from behind and he let out a little noise. You teased him. He hasn’t recovered since

Michelangelo

He lives for it.

The first time it happened, he blinked… looked up at you… grinned like a devil, and went:

“So THIS is what heaven feels like”

Doesn’t care how flustered he gets. Hugs you back tighter. Smushes his face against you like a cat

You’d think he’d make inappropriate jokes, but surprisingly, he doesn’t. Mikey loves touch, and he knows your hugs are genuine. He just gets really soft about it

That said, he definitely teases the others about it, like:

“You guys get the forehead hugs, but I get the squishy ones”

Or…

“Aww, Raphy, what’s wrong? Didn’t get your daily booba hug?”

*Throws a beanbag at him*

He starts leaning into hugs before you even reach him. Sometimes lifts one leg like he’s being dipped in a rom-com

When you walk into a room and your arms are open, he runs into them like a happy golden retriever

Starts making excuses to get you to hug him “I’m cold” “I stubbed my toe” “I’m emotionally fragile...”

You carry him once just for fun. He let out a high-pitched giggle, practically bouncing in place

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Sewers from @sariphantom april prompt list

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Why does it look so natural on them😭

also im currently drawing but i had to take a break bc ive always wondered what the 2012 turtles would look like if everyone had a gap BESIDES donatello,, uhh,, CURSED !!!

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Guys, I think we interrupted something

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Interrupted make-out

(When ur kiss with them turns into a full-blown make-out until someone walks in) (Romantic, gn reader)

It was accidental kiss. But then, one second you’re just catching your breath — next, you’re pressed up against a wall or couch or the floor, and their hands are everywhere but respectful. And of course… someone always walks in.

Leonardo

The kiss deepens. It’s slow, burning, as if he was waiting too long for the perfect moment. The embers of a fire that’s been waiting forever to ignite. You’re gripping the edge of his plastron, pulling him closer. He’s got one hand on your waist, the other trembling on your cheek

And then — boom.

“…Leonardo.”

He freezes. Back stiff. Lips still ghosting over yours. You slowly look past his shoulder—

Splinter is standing in the doorway. Dead silent.

Leo practically teleports away from you.

“SENSEI—! I—I was just—”

“Yes. I saw.”

“It wasn’t— I mean, it was, but not—!”

Splinter sips his tea.

“Train harder. You’ll need more focus next time.”

And walks away.

You snort. Leo dies inside, not being able to look at you this time

Raphael

It’s intense. Hot. He’s got you against a wall, your hands tangled around his neck, his grip rough on your waist. He’s kissing you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance. You can’t breathe — and you don’t want to.

And then, suddenly

“RAPH—?! What the actual—”

Raph turns his head, lips still slightly on your neck.

“What?! I’m busy!”

“I can see that! In the middle of the dojo?! Really?!”

“You walked in. That’s your fault.”

You hide your face. Donnie flees. Raph just smirks and goes “Now where were we?”

Donatello

It was supposed to be one kiss. Maybe two. Now you’re both sitting on his bed, your legs over his, his bo forgotten on the floor. You’re straddling him, and the way he’s kissing you —careful, desperate, like you might disappear —is enough to melt every inch of you.

Then—

“Dude—WHOA—SORRY—!”

Donnie gasps so hard he headbutts you by accident.

“OW—Donnie!”

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO—WAIT—GET OUT—!”

“I’M ALREADY GONE BRO GOOD LUCK!!”

You both collapse in laughter. Donnie’s face is red for days.

Michelangelo

You’re laughing, lying on the couch, and suddenly Mikey’s on top of you, kissing the air out of your lungs. It starts fun —then it gets heavy. Hands. Tongue. Teeth.

You moan his name once, and he loses it. He kisses you like he’s starving. And then—

“WHAT THE—”

“OH COME ON, NOT ON THE COUCH—!”

Mikey doesn’t even stop. He just yells:

“CLOSE THE DOOR OR JOIN IN, GUYS!”

“MIKEY—!”

He throws the nearest pillow at them

Been felling sad and wanted something super fluffy, so decided to write dis. And yeah, for everyone who requested, I’m so sorry, I didn’t have energy to do ur request, but I hope I’ll get better lately🙏 it might be a little short guys. So yeah go kiss ur turtle!!

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When the hiperfixetion is so bad that you started to practice drawing them

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T-pods.