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Random Turtle Thoughts...

warnings: aftermath of an attack, shock, questionable moral standing, protective turtle

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Your ears were ringing. So intensely. Unable to muffle its painfully high whine, no matter how hard you pressed your hands into your head.

It was hard to breathe. Like your lungs had forgotten how to do it. The unconscious hindbrain forcing you to suck in again and again. Even if it felt like trying to get a deep gulp of oxygen through a stir straw.

The torn and ragged skin from where you had been violently dragged across the rough brick wall throbbed. The ache pulsing like a hot, stinging sleeve wrapped over your shoulder and arm.

The bright blood trickling from where the knife had pressed into your throat burned. Each fresh bead that thickened the crimson stream over the curve your collarbone, exposed from the tear in your shirt, seared against your somehow very cold skin.

Your shins felt wet beneath your torn jeans. More blood, a tiny voice in the recesses of your mind whispered. Knees, already swelling from the force of being thrown to the ground, screamed to quit bearing your weight. But you couldn't move. No matter how desperately you wanted to.

There were tears puddled on your lower lids. You could feel them. You knew they were there. But for some reason they seemed to refuse to fall. Frozen with you as you watched on in a stupor you knew should be interpreted as horror.

He finally stopped. And the world around the two of you fell quiet. His chest was heaving, but there was no sound as he glared down intently on the mass at his feet. Silently debating on whether or not he was satisfied he'd done enough.

But in all reality, there was nothing more to do. There wasn't much left to do anything to.

His eyes lifted to you. And his heart clenched painfully. Even more than the pressure of adrenaline swollen in his muscles from hearing you scream in terror. More than the tension of his rage, threatening to rip his sanity apart, at seeing you overtaken, almost stolen from him. Even more than the fear of if he could reaching you in time.

But what hurt more than all of that? Was to wonder if you were more shaken by your attack. Or his.

Turning away from the unrecognizable heap under him in disgust, he took a few careful steps to you. Rolling his shoulders forward and dropping his head. Trying to make himself smaller. Softer. Gentler.

Your sight didn't even focus on him as he came to stand just in front of you. Wide with fright, your eyes saw through him to what you knew lay just behind his mass. Forever unable to unsee what had just played out before you.

Your mouth open as if caught in a perpetual scream. Hands quaking as you tried to drop them away. It made more emotions than he was prepared to process right now flood his head.

Slowly, conscious of each and every moment, he leaned down to rest his head against yours. Bloodied hands hanging at his sides he didn't dare touch you any more. Not now. Not now.

The contact helped knock you loose a bit. A sob finally broke free. One hand shakily sought to touch him. Your eyes, though, couldn't pull away from the mangled corpse tangled in upon itself at the back of the ally.

Turning into your neck, he took a second to squeeze his eyes shut tight. To quiet the cacophony of noise in his mind. Ground himself. Reign everything back in.

Then he presses a hard kiss against your temple.

"Let me take you home." Voice foreign, he's not really sure what you'll hear in his tone. If anything.

Mouth still agape, you only nod. Then unsteadily turn away. Without a single glance back, you move in as if in a trance towards the manhole cover just a few feet away.

He does cast one look back before following close behind. Looking at the mess he's left for the police to find. Feeling what he knows should be disgust. Should be horror.

But what really just feels like safety, knowing your threat is gone.

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Random Turtle Thoughts...

NSFW (18+ only)

Sinfulness Below....

Wanna set the mood? Listen to Death of Peace of Mind by Bad Omens.... Happy Reading.

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You had never known addiction could be so consuming. So controlling. So demanding. So --- intoxicating.

Until you had him that is. That very first time the whole facade of "we're just friends, no way we want more" came crashing down in a torrent of heated need one night he returned you home from a movie marathon with the four. When his mouth had brushed so dangerously close past your lips as he lifted you inside your apartment window. It made his breath catch in his throat. He had told you he could smell what you were thinking. So he risked everything to brush his mouth past again. Temptation too much, you chased, wanting so much more.

And that was it. One time was all it took. You were hooked. Hopelessly. Stupidly. Addicted after just a single taste.

But life has a funny way of making you rethink your actions. Just as it only took one time to give in to all those desires, it only took one time to make you cut the line and reel everything back deep inside. Regretting having ever given air for the fire to breathe.

You were a risk to him. A weak spot. No matter how badly you wanted to be his everything, the inescapable truth was, you couldn't be without simultaneously being a liability. He'd come running if it was you. Even if it were to his inevitable demise.

Leo's eyes had looked so - broken - when you'd told him. The two of you couldn't be. He nodded. Acknowledged that your words were true. But his hand had clutched so tightly to your fingers, as he dared to beg for the two of you to still stay close. Stay in each other's lives.

Of course, you'd told him. How could you ever stand to lose him altogether? So that was how it stayed. Each of you playing your part.

Until the addiction came calling again. And what sweet, sweet relief there was in giving in. To have those lips, so soft in their conquest of your flesh. Those hands, so strong squeezing and kneading into your hips. His swollen member, leaking and throbbing, all in the want of you. The insatiable, inebriating allure of every nerve in your body drowning in bliss. The addiction taking you captive all over again.

Then you'd swear to each other that it wouldn't happen again once it was all over. Just a little slip. Wouldn't happen again. Just friends, right? Right.

Yeah right.

A secret. So secret. One you loved so fiercely. Too much to admit how much the back and forth of being then not hurt. How much you hated that it hurt. Hated that you couldn't be satisfied to just be his friend. His platonic friend.

Again and again the two of you would fall victim to the want. The need. To just give in. And be what you both wanted to be. A vicious cycle of recovery and relapse. Each time the pull greater than the last. Until the chase became almost as desirable as the act itself.

He'd claim you against the wall in the dojo. You'd slip into his room in the early hours of the morning. Sometimes he'd appear out of the shadows on your way home from work, and you'd find yourself stripped bare, your naked skin erupting in goosebumps from the kiss of the cold night air high atop some skyscraper. Only the heat of him thrusting deep into you to keep the real cold at bay. Other times you two would sneak off to some quiet corner in the lair with only moments of solitude to do the deed. The thrill of getting caught by any one of his brothers making his hand rest heavily over your mouth, cerulean orbs locked onto yours, daring you to whimper louder.

"Go ahead, princess," he'd huskily whisper. "Get loud. "I'm not the one with my legs spread wide. "

Then again, just as many times prior you'd both swear that was the last time. It had to be. The game, though exhilarating, was exhaustive all the same.

Six months now. Six months since the two of you caved to temptation. Though the thought of your flushed, conjoined, breathless forms was constantly present in your mind.

So you couldn't have him all the way. But that didn't mean you couldn't still play. Right?

That was right. And play you would.

Your fingertips would linger on his skin. Always with a suggestive glint to your eye. Allowing your touch to trail across his muscles until falling away, leaving static in the air.

Sitting near him, you'd take advantage to tease, rubbing the top of your foot up and down the back of his calf. Relishing the satisfaction of the ever so faint hitch to his breath at the contact. Biting your lip just enough for him to catch as he focused intently on you through the periphery of his vision.

Making a show of your pink tongue sliding slowly across your pout to moisten your lips when he was speaking to you. Curling them into a knowing smile at the nearly inperceptual tightening of his mouth as he stumbled over his words for a fraction of a second.

Casting bedroom eyes his way between banter with his brothers. Tilting your head just so, encouraging the lengths of your hair to fall to the side, exposing your neck and jaw to him in the way you would before. When his teeth would nip along your pulse. Before he'd sink his bite in. Just enough to pinch. Just enough to make you suck in a hot breath and plead for more.

Oh yes, you'd teased. So it shouldn't be any surprise to you. The position you found yourself in now.

On your knees, nails digging into Leo's thighs as tears streamed down your face. His fingers fisted in your hair at the back of your head. Holding you perfectly in place as he slid his cock back and forth, bumping the back of your throat again and again. The dangerous reflection of an alpha behind his hungry stare. One intent on taking what he wanted.

All the while your own excitement soaked your half ripped panties. Your wanting slick starting to trickle down your quivering thighs. The burning desire to be the best you had ever been for him. Always for him.

Nearly delirious now from the wish for friction you dropped one hand down. Seeking to slip your fingers past the hem of your ruined lingerie. But Leo caught you by the arm with his free hand. A dark smile splitting his face as you squirmed against his mass filling your mouth.

"Don't think so, petal. You've had your fun. Taunting me. Testing me. For months." His voice deepened. Nearly rumbled with a low growl. "Now it's my turn."

Moving so fast you almost couldn't process it, Leo pulled himself free from your lips with a pop and threw you back onto his bed. Massive hands tore the last bit of attire clinging to your curves then pressed your legs back. Leaving you inescapably exposed and spread wide.

"Mhmm," he groaned. "God, how I've missed this."

Wasting no time with finesse or delicateness, he plunged his tongue deep straight into your wet core. Immediately letting loose a forceful moan. One which instantly had you trembling, hands flying back to clutch his bedding, seeking to ground yourself on something - anything - as you came undone.

Before you had a chance to fall into rhythm with his minstrations, Leo was on the move again. Suddenly empty your eyes couldn't even open in surprise before his mouth was crashing against yours. Teeth clashing against one another's, so lost to the moment, you couldn't even care about the fact you could taste yourself.

Pressure from his thumb turned your chin away as he marked your neck in ravenous kisses. All the way down to your shoulder. Where you abruptly found one thick finger aggressively working your aching cunt with another pressing down on your tongue, encouraging you to suck, with a set of teeth in your shoulder.

Feeling wild and dizzy in the surging euphoria of it all, your eyes rolled back in your head. So very, very thankful to be at his mercy. Every nerve in your body screaming to combust, just so long as he kept making you feel so unbelievably good.

Yet again you felt him nearly rip himself away. Then you found yourself flipped over, face down into the mattress. Skilled fingers of one hand tangled themselves within your hair with the other pressed down the small of your back. One knee cupped against your hip, his other leg stretched behind. Then before any other thought could cross your mind, he was deep, deep inside. The faint burn from the stretch his girth caused conflicting against the pleasure of his thrusts stole your breath away.

For several moments the only sound of wet skin slapping against skin was all that met your ears. Until Leo tipped his hips just so and struck the perfect spot. Unable to keep from crying out, your body seized beneath his weight, whimpering through your orgasm.

The sounds of your bliss sent Leo over the edge only seconds later. Filling your quivering sex full of his white hot seed. Eyes squeezed shut, trying in vain to hold onto the rush of his relief. A few dopamine filled gasps broke free as Leo untangled his hand from the back of your head before the room fell into silence.

You lay still a moment. Enjoying how wonderful you felt. Then you became aware of feather light kisses being planted across your shoulders. A hum of appreciation. Then the weight of his head against your neck.

"I can't do this anymore." Leo's normally confident voice coming out small and injured. "I can't keep pretending this is okay. Like it doesn't rip my heart out every time we do this."

"Go back to being just friends?"

Only a small nod answered you.

"Then let's not."

His head shot up. Even though you couldn't really see him behind you, you knew his eyes were boring into you.

"You mean it?" Hopefull. Daring to believe your answer could be yes.

"Only if you do. I -,"

You couldn't finish your sentenxe before you found yourself flipped over again. A searing kiss pressing hard against your lips.

There was a lot the two of you needed to work out. But right now, all you think of was how good it felt to give in. To be what you wanted to be. To have what you wanted. Forever addicted to him. Only him.

You had never known addiction could be so intoxicating.

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Thinking about Donnie having a setup under his desk where you could be held in place, comfortable and secure with his cock in your mouth while he sits and works. Him teaching you how you breathe around it, how to relax your jaw and stay still while he uses you to warm his cock and occasionally thrusts into your throat. Getting you into the headspace where you feel so good being used. Strapping a vibrator to you and getting to feel your moans and whimpers around him. Murmuring little words of praise each time you come. Breathy curses as he grinds his hips, having to pause in his work because he just wants so badly to ruin you that he can barely focus but... not yet. A little longer, just a little longer. He's going to make sure you're nice and fucked out, unable to use that mouth for anything but sucking before he drags you out from under the desk, replaces the cock in your mouth with his fingers, and finally presses himself inside your cunt and fucks you like you want. He's going to make you forget you were ever anything other than his toy, make you forget that you exist for anything other than taking whatever he decides to give you. If he ever does leave your mouth unoccupied, the only words he ever wants to hear are "Yes Sir" and "Thank you."

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Fragile Part 8

Sorry for the long wait! This is a shorter chapter, because I’m making a poll!! :] Please go vote how you would like this story to end!!

Generation: Bayverse TMNT

Tmnt x Reader Fanfic

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (except ‘dudette’ and ‘princess’)

Warnings: injury, blood, not proof read

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The brothers burst into the lair. They rushed past Splinter and April, who gasped when she saw you. You hung limply in Raphael’s arms. They quickly took you straight to the lab, where Raphael gingerly laid you down on the large table underneath bright lights. Donnie slid on his goggles and checked you, and cursed under his breath.

“Shit. Their blood pressure is extremely low.” He rifled through drawers and cabinets, grabbing various bottles and tools. Donnie filled a syringe with a clear fluid from a small glass bottle and brought it over to you. “Stockman took a lot of their blood. And if I’m not mistaken, they were fed a variation of barbiturates through the second IV in their back.”

“What does that do?” Leo placed his hands on the table at your side, looking across as Donnie rolled your broken arm facing up so he could slide in the needle and administer the injection. April, Splinter, and Mikey all waited by the door.

“Well, it has a highly sedative effects in large doses. That, and combined with the chemical soup that filled their tank, ….they’re starting to slip into an artificial coma.”

All eyes in the room went wide with shock. Raph turned away from the table and stormed over to the wall and punched the brick. Hard.

“And what do we gotta do to stop it?!” He said gritting his teeth.

Mikey rushed over to your side past Leo and picked up your hand, pleading with you.

“Come on babycakes! Snap out of it! We still gotta make fudge brownies together!!”

Leo placed a comforting hand on his little brother’s shoulder.

“Donnie?” Leo asked.

Donnie rubbed a hand tiredly across his face. “There’s not much I can do until I fully assess their injuries. I just administered some pain killers. They’re not strong enough to handle stimulants right now. Administering adrenaline like April did with us will only make their injuries worse.”

Everyone looked solemn. Leo was looking down thinking back to the lab where they found you. Trying to figure out if there was anything they missed. That’s when he noticed a purple splotch peaking out from underneath your shirt. He narrowed his eyes and reached out to touch you.

“Leo, what-?” Donnie swallowed his words as Leo lifted up your shirt marginally, and the blackened canvas of purple and blue skin was revealed decorating your stomach.

Leo let your shirt slip from his finger and his hand fell to his side, tightening his fist. His hands trembled with rage.

They all did.

“Bebop and Rocksteady….” Mikey said lowly. His expression hard and serious.

“Those bastards-” Raph was standing by the head of the table. Looking down and clenched his fists.

Donnie’s eyes looked far away as he reached out and hesitated to touch you.

“This is…. really bad.” Donnie’s hand trembled as he traced your stomach, pressing down in certain spots to feel the damage. Even while sedated with drugs and heavy pain killers you still winced at the probing.

“Three, no- Four broken ribs. Damage to the liver, spleen, and small intestine.”

Mikey turned and left the room silently at hearing Donnie’s report. April followed after him to comfort him. Splinter was standing in the doorway with a heavy frown.

Leo swallowed his anger and looked up at Donnie.

“How do we treat them.”

Donnie turned away.

“They need a blood transfusion.”

“But that’s-!” Raph cut in.

“I know. That’s why I’ll ask April and Casey to test their blood first. But most likely-“

“It’ll be from one of us.” Leo finished for him.

Raph looked between the two and stepped forward. “I’ll do it.”

“No, I will. It’s my turn to step up.” Leo looked from Raph to Donnie and nodded his head, then walked out of the room. April passed him by as she walked over to Donnie. She asked him what materials they needed her to pick up from their connection at the hospital, and Donnie started writing her a list. Raphael was assigned to go with her for protection and heavy lifting in case the Foot were out looking for them, and Mikey was sent to go meet up with Casey and bring him back to the lair after his meeting with the NYPD supervisor.

No less than 30 minutes later, Donnie had your forearm and ankle in casts, and two ice packs covering your stomach. Mikey had brought a clean pillow from his room to slide under your head. It was confirmed after some testing that Casey and April’s blood were not compatible with the mutagen in your blood stream. You needed mutant blood to stabilize the transfusion.

You needed their blood to save your life.

Donnie was rushing to get the IV set up. By now you were breathing hard with a slight fever, skin cool to the touch despite the heavy blankets they covered you with.

“If we wait any longer there’s a chance they’ll go into shock!” Donnie said as he wiped down your arm with an alcohol wipe.

“And you said that our mutagen will help them, right?” Leo confirmed, sitting at your bedside with the other half of the IV already set up.

“I said it will give them a boost to heal faster, but we don’t know if it will destabilize their mutation or not. We have a higher concentration of mutagen in our blood than they do. If their antibodies can’t handle the shift, they could end up overwhelmed and mutate like Stockman did.”

“So there’s a risk they’ll end up like us?!” Raph protested. He was worried.

“But their body will reject the human blood because of their mutated antibodies, like you guys. We don’t have any other options.” Casey reasoned with him.

“I don’t want (y/n) to die. I’d rather they live and hate us than die when we could’ve saved them.” Mikey said sadly from the table he was sitting on at the other side of the lab.

“They’ll understand, Mikey. Don’t worry, we’re all here for them.” Assured April.

“We must have hope. Their safe recovery is what is most important.” Splinter said in contemplation.

“It’s a risk we have to take.” Donnie affirmed. He locked eyes with each of his brothers, Splinter, April, and Casey, and once he got nods of approval from everyone, he inserted your IV.

“Now, we wait.”

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Fragile Part 7

Sorry for the wait! It was hard to focus while writing this chapter, so I might be editing it for mistakes here and there. I hope you like it! :] <3

Generation: Bayverse TMNT

Tmnt x Reader Fanfic

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (except ‘dudette’, 'miss', and ‘princess’)

Warnings: injury, broken limbs, violence, drowning, not proof read

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You were laying dazed on the cold metal floor. In too much pain to focus on anything else besides breathing. You heard a commotion, voices muffled through the thick glass. At least inside this tube they couldn’t touch you anymore. Your mind strayed to the turtles. You weren’t able to save them. You weren’t able to do anything. You just hope they can somehow get away safely. That April and Casey can somehow save them.

“I won’t ask again…. Where’s (y/n).” Leo growled. He grit his teeth as he lowered his stance, ready to strike.

Baxter Stockman was quickly typing commands into the program on his computer. Karai stepped in front of him and drew her katana.

“Out of your reach, Turtles.” 

“Aaaaand, there!” Stockman hit one last key on this computer and a red light started to flash on the tank, bringing the turtle’s attention to the crumpled form inside the glass. At the same time a multitude of files and programs started closing on the screen one after another, Stockman’s signature digital self-destruct program. Baxter stepped away from his computer and lifted his arms up triumphantly.

The sound of rattling pipes overhead catches your attention. 

“Ha! You’re too late, Turtles. For years, the Foot Clan has sought out the means to fight you mutants on equal footing. And now, we have our secret weapon! An endless supply of pure mutagen!!!” 

You heard a loud beeping sound, then a click, and the squeak of metal.

A gush of icy water pours down on you from above. The sudden cold shocks you and marginally distracts you from the pain. You pull yourself to the edge of the glass away from the heavy stream of water coming down from above, slowly starting to fill the base. You take a shaky deep breath and bang a fist on the glass. No use. Dizzy and numb, you look outside the tank for someone, something, anything that might help you. That’s when you see them.

And with dawning horror, they see you.

“Guys….?” You press your wet hand up against the glass. They’re here! They’re safe!!!

“(Y/n)....? (Y/N)!!!!” Leo shouts and lunges towards the tank. He tries to rush up to the glass but Rocksteady blocks his path. There’s blood on your cheek, and even a good distance away he can tell you’re in bad shape. 

“OUT OF OUR WAY!” Raph roared at Bebop and Rocksteady, crossing his sai in preparation for a fight.

“Uuuh hey guys? Why is (y/n) in a giant fish bowl…?” Mikey asked, nunchucks at the ready.

“They ain’t comin’ out anytime soon, short stack.” Bebop said with an evil grin. 

“You turtles totally fell for our trap!” Rocksteady chuckled.

Donnie immediately noticed the computer hooked up to the tank’s controls. He tried to subtly sneak past Bebop to get to Stockman but Karai stepped forward and blocked his path.

Karai pointed her sword at Donnie. “The Foot will be unstoppable.”

“And I will FINALLY get the recognition I deserve, for single-handedly creating an entire race of superhumans that will rule over the city!!!” 

“You’re crazy!! You don’t even know what kind of side effects that mutation will have on regular humans!” Donnie activated the electricity at the end of his bo staff, ready to fight Karai to get to Stockman. 

“I do have to thank you turtles for activating their mutant gene. Without your help, none of this would be possible!” Stockman’s laugh echoed through the large room. He waltz over to the canister filling up with the distilled mutagen from your blood. “We originally got (y/n) by a…. foreseeable mistake. But to our surprise, they survived where others had failed. And yet- their results were incomplete. Their animal DNA wasn’t materializing no matter what we did to them. So we came back to New York, where the population could supply us with countless more test subjects.” Baxter said cheerfully, popping the lid off the canister. “But now that we have the results we wanted, we have no need of them! We can preserve (y/n)’s body in a special chemical compound that will put them into a permanent hibernation. No need to worry, their body will be harnessed for science!” Stockman’s laugh was deep and evil, and to everyone’s shock-

He dumped the canister of mutagen over his own head.

Karai lept back out of the trajectory of the splash. Baxter’s laugh increased in volume as he began to morph and change. His head and eyes grew large, his body shrank, little papery wings sprouted from his back, and he mutated into a giant mutant fly. 

Bebop and Rocksteady were stunned by the transformation. “Eeeeewwww… he turned into a bug?” Bebop whined.

“Nasty!” Rocksteady shook his head. Neither of them were paying attention to the turtles so Raph and Donnie covered for Leo and Mikey to make a break for the tank you were in. By now it had filled enough that you were starting to float.

“We’re here babe! We’re gonna get you out!” Mikey reassured you. 

You whimpered helplessly. You were having a hard time keeping your head above water, not really able to swim with a broken dislocated arm and broken ankle. 

“Stay back!” Leo sliced at the glass, and Mikey hit it with his nunchucks as hard as he could, but their attacks barely left a scratch!

“Guys! We have incoming!” Donnie yelled as Stockman had started flying around the room, maniacally laughing as he swooped down and kicked the back of Mikey’s shell, almost knocking him over. 

“Dude, gross!” Mikey protested. Stockman looked to be drooling some kind of acid substance from his mouth.

Bebop and Rocksteady had recovered and started to charge towards them. Leo and Mikey had to jump away from your tank to avoid getting trampled. 

“Donnie, that glass is as hard as steel!!” Leo jumped up and kicked Rocksteady across his cheek, then retreated.

“What’re we gonna do? (Y/n)’s tank is already half full!” Raph shouted. He was using his sai to hold back Bebop’s tusks as he tried to charge them. 

You were doing your best to calm your breathing enough that you could float, but every time your head ducked below water you panicked. Your body was exhausted and protested against your desperate movements, but you needed to survive long enough for the boys to break you out.

“Donnie! See if you can turn off the water!!! I’ve got Karai.” Leo ordered

“Mikey! It’s you and me!” Raph called over, clanging his sai together and shouted a war cry running up to strike Rocksteady. 

“What?! What about the bug brained dude??!! Eep!” Mikey ducked as Stockman flew over his head. He looked down and realized he was kneeling at the feet of Bebop, who had taken the black taser out of his pocket.

“You wanna taste too, little man?” 

When Bebop flicked on the taser, Mikey saw the small stains of fresh blood on the pointed tips that buzzed with electricity. He looked back over to you struggling in the tank and how heavily injured you looked.

He saw red.

Mikey had a rare moment of true anger as he jumped to his feet and knocked the taser out of Bebop’s hand with his nunchucks, and in a flurry of rapid hits he beat back the warthog. He finished him off with a powerful roundhouse kick to the head.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING WITH MY BAE!” He shouted triumphantly.

Raph looked back to Mikey with wide eyes, proud of his little bro for letting loose. “Woah. Way to go Mikey!” He ducked a hit from Rocksteady and punched him hard under his chin. Knocking him out cold. 

Leo was crossing swords with Karai. She was a skilled fighter. But he was much stronger than her. While he pushed her back with a heavy strike, she slipped on some of the mutagen that had spilled on the floor, allowing Leo to take advantage of the opening and disarmed her. He flicked her sword out of her hand and knocked her back. She glared daggers at him, quickly recovering. But seeing as Bebop and Rocksteady were knocked out, she opted for a tactical retreat.

“This is just the beginning.” She hissed and ran out of the lab door. 

Stockman was buzzing around your tank, still laughing maniacally. 

“You turtlezzzzz cannot defeat the mighty Dr Stockman!! I am invincible!! I am-“

Donnie turned on the taser at the end of his bo staff and vaulted it at the annoying human insect, striking him and electrocuting him, knocking him out of the air to fall on the floor with a gross splat.

“Good thing I always carry a bug zapper.” He deadpanned.

Donnie went back to trying to hack into Stockmans computer. He managed to get past the firewall with his hacking program, but he discovered that all of the interfaces connected to the tank control had been erased. 

There was no way to stop the tank from filling up completely. Donnie would have to write a whole new interface from scratch to control the tank.

There was no time.

You were running out of air, trying desperately to keep your head above water as the tank was almost full to the top. You took in one last deep breath just as the water consumed the last of the space. You held your good hand over your mouth and nose hard, trying to hold in the air, and floated down towards the bottom of the tank. 

No more air.

“(Y/N)!!!” 

“ANGEL CAKES!!!” Donnie and Mikey yelled out in panic.

Your eyes snapped open, hearing their muffled voices outside the tank. You swam over to the glass and met eyes with Raphael. He had picked a spot and began punching at the glass over and over again with his sai in his fists.

The needled jabs just managed to scratch the surface. 

You looked at him sadly through the glass. He was stressed, sweating and desperate to break through. Mikey had grabbed a chair and had chucked it at the glass from another spot but it just bounced off and broke on the floor.

Leo was standing behind Donnie with his hand on his shoulder, but his eyes didn’t leave your face. 

Time was running out. You were choking on the stale air in your lungs. Head getting dizzy from lack of oxygen. You removed your hand from your mouth and pressed it up to the glass, some bubbles of air escaping your mouth. Your eyebrows knit together to concentrate on not breathing in the fluid in the tank. But you were suffocating and in pain. 

It was hard.

You looked back up at Raph, and forced a smile on your face. You felt sad. You didn’t want them to see you like this. They felt so far away. 

Darkness was consuming your vision. The last remaining bubbles of air escaped from your mouth and your eyes slipped closed. 

“NO!!! NO-! (Y/N), STAY WITH US.” Raph pounded his fist hard against the glass. 

“DAMN IT.” Donnie frustratingly slammed his fist down next to the keyboard, his head falling into his hands. None of the lines of command coding he was typing in were working.

Leo left Donnie’s side and strode up to the tank.

“Move.” Leo ordered as he came up behind Raph. He unsheathed his swords and began slicing at the glass again. It was barely making a scratch. But combined with the small dents Raph had been making, he was slowly chipping away at the surface.

“Leo! If you can manage to cut 1.2 centimeters deep, it should weaken the glass enough to shatter with enough force!” Donnie yelled from where he was still furiously typing into the stationed keyboard. His attempts to unlock the system all in vain. 

Leo and Raph worked together to stab and slice at the weakest point in the glass until finally-

*crack*

A small fracture appeared in the glass. 

“There!!” Donnie called out. Raph and Leo switched to charging at the door and ramming it full force with their shoulders. Over and over as the cracks grew wider and wider.

Mikey came over, and with a hand on Leo’s shoulder, the leader stepped aside to let his little brother help. Mikey joined Raph and rammed the glass again with such force the crack split all the way across the glass. One more strike-

The glass shattered on impact.

The gush of water that burst through swept Mikey and Raph off their feet. The floor of the lab flooded, and your body washed up on the floor. Lifeless and unmoving.

“(Y/N)!!!!!!” The boys all yelled. 

Leo reached you first, falling into a kneel at your side. He ripped out the two needles from your back and held you in his arms. Donnie rushed over and slid down into the other spot at your side, his goggles pulled into place as he quickly checked you over.

“They’re not breathing. Put them down flat, now.” Leo obeyed and laid you on your back. Donnie first pressed down on your diaphragm to check for water blocking your lungs, then began compressions. 

The room was dead quiet all except for the sounds of Donnie’s whispered counting as he pressed down on your chest. He paused, opened your mouth, pinched your nose, and breathed into your lungs. 

Mikey was nervously walking around you back and forth, and Raph watched you from a distance, a vacant expression as he watched your face for any sign of movement, pleading with himself for you to be okay. 

After what felt like an eternity, you coughed. Leo quickly rolled you lay on your side. You spit up water, gasping for air. You felt like you were coughing up a lung full of ethanol. 

Mikey cheered and Raph took a deep breath, covering his face with his hands. Donnie fell backwards onto his butt and pulled his goggles off his head, so incredibly relieved you were breathing. Leo rubbed your back comfortingly as you got your breathing back under control.

Once you got a suitable amount of oxygen back in your lungs, you whimpered. Your throat was burning and a pain in your stomach and chest made it hard to breathe.

Leo picked you up again, and held you close to his chest. Your eyes fluttered open and you winced at the bright light from the ceiling.

“Welcome back.” Leo said with a smile on his face.

“Leo…?” Your voice was quiet and scratchy. You looked around at Donnie, Mikey, and Raph that all came into view around you and Leo.

“Guys….?” You felt barely conscious. Head foggy and tired like you were under water.

“We’re right here.” Donnie assured you, reaching down to pick up your good hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

All the fear and emotion of drowning and being captured suddenly crashed down on you all at once. You sniffed and big tears gathered in your eyes.

“I was… so scared… I thought I was going to lose you….!” You hiccuped and sobbed as Leo held your trembling form tightly against his chest.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m here. We got you.” Leo soothed, rubbing his hand down your back. He buried his nose into your damp hair and held you tight.

“You had us worried there for a minute!” Donnie was smiling at you, soft and relieved. Mikey was standing behind him rubbing tears out of his eyes.

“Let’s get you home.” Raph said, kneeling down behind you. 

“Wait. I need to splint their arm and their ankle first. Mikey, can you find me some-“

*crack*

“Will this work?” 

Mikey had already broken off the thin legs of a chair across the room. 

“Yeah that works fine.” He pulled out two rolls of gauze from one of the pockets on his belt, and took the offered sticks from Mikey, who knelt down by your feet. 

“What’re we gonna do about him?” He asked, motioning over to Stockman’s twitching form across the room.

The brothers all sneered at the fly mutant with similar levels of disgust on their faces, finding him rather gross. You smiled.

“Just leave him there, we can worry about him another time.” Leo offered, adjusting you in his grip. You winced terribly when your arm was moved. 

“….Is ...your arm dislocated?” Leo asked you, holding you upright in a sitting position, now thoroughly checking you over. 

Donnie and Mikey were working together to splint your ankle, Mikey holding up your foot while Donnie wrapped the splint to it.

“Let me see that.” Raph placed his hands on your shoulder and you clenched your teeth and whined quietly at the sharp pain.

“Leo, hold them still for a minute.” 

“Just hold onto me tightly, it’ll be over in a second.” Leo hugged you close, wrapping an arm around your good side.

Raph got hold of your tender arm, and with practiced ease, popped your shoulder back into place. You cried out loudly and buried your face in Leo’s shoulder, taking deep breaths. 

Raph tried to rub the soreness out of your poor shoulder. “Good job, princess. Now let Donnie get a look at that break.”

You hesitantly detached yourself from Leo, your shaking red and swollen arm was carefully picked up by Donnie, who set the splint and carefully wrapped the bandages.

“I’ll be able to get a better look at it with the x-ray machine back at home. For now we just have to be really careful not to jostle them too much when carrying them back.”

“I got em.” Raph volunteered. Leo looked to Raph, wordlessly nodding his head for his brother to take you from his arms.

“Careful of their arm….”

“Got it.” 

Without much effort, Raph scooped you up in his big arms. You winced as a sharp stabbing pain radiated through your stomach as you were held close to Raph’s chest.

Something was definitely wrong.

“I’m sorry, princess. It’s just until we get you home.” Raph apologized. Leo led everyone quickly out of the lab. 

Once back out in the hallway you had entered from, you noticed with visible shock the literal sea of bodies that covered the floor. Foot ninja. They fought through all of them, just to get to you.

Everyone exited the lab, careful to stick to the shadows as the sun began to rise. As the turtles made their way for their home, your stomach burned worse and worse with a white hot pain that radiated through your body. The movement of the city passing you by made you become dizzy, and your head felt like it was spinning. You felt nauseous and incredibly tired. 

“Hey Raph….?”

“Yeah princess?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you guys…. You had to save me instead….” You weren’t making any sense. Raph could barely hear you as the wind whipped past his head. You just felt so tired.

“Hey, stay with me, princess. We’re almost there. It’s okay.” Raph didn’t know what the right thing to say was. But your eyes were starting to slide closed.

“Can we…. Can we watch Princess Bride again…. When we get home….?”

Raph smiled at that.

“Yeah. We’ll watch it as many times as you want, short stack.” He didn’t care if his brothers teased him for secretly liking your girly movie. He didn’t care if he had to watch it with you a hundred times. He just wanted you to get better.

“We’re almost there. How you holding up?” 

Silence. 

“(Y/n)…?”

“Mmh?” 

Your eyes were closed.

“Come on, wake up, we’re almost there.”

He was desperate. 

“Mm…hm…” 

You hummed, but your eyelids felt too heavy to lift. You felt yourself sinking into a dark liquid abyss. You could no longer fight the pull.

“(Y/n)….. (y/n)? Hey…! Hey, no no no no no, you gotta stay awake. Come on princess…! (Y/N)!!!”

You felt Raph try to shake you awake, felt his muscles tense as he pushed himself to go faster. 

“We’re almost there, hold on…!”

“Hold on….”

Darkness overtook you.

Part 8

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Leo stumbles into your room with his head bowed. His eyes are haunted and wide, his movements oddly stilted.

Something is wrong.

As far as you know, all the boys were supposed to do tonight was help the NYPD bust into a Purple Dragon storage house. You don't know what could possibly have him acting so... off. You don't see any injuries. If one of his brothers was hurt, he would be with them, not with you. If the storage house was a bust, he would be complaining about wasted time and energy, so that can't be it, either.

You want to ask. But at the same time, you really, really don't.

You watch him slowly shed his armor and gear with shaky hands. As soon as he's done, you reach for him. He pauses, studying you for a long moment before crawling into bed and pulling you close. You can feel him trembling, his fingers clutching at the fabric of your shirt like a lifeline.

"Can I stay with you tonight?"

The sound of his voice, small and pleading, makes your throat tight. He should never sound like that. Never.

"Of course," you whisper. "Always. You don't even have to ask, you know that."

He doesn't reply. You try to soothe him a bit, to get him to relax. Swiping gentle hands over his muscles. Scratching little symbols over his shell. Pressing kisses onto scale and keratin. It still feels as though he might shake apart in your arms, but he doesn't ask you to stop. You like to think it's helping. At least a little.

"I love you," he chokes out. He sounds... desperate. Afraid. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Leo."

His arms tighten around you again. "You're being careful, right? When- when I'm not there to keep an eye on you?"

"Yes, love, I'm being careful. I'm being safe. I promise."

"...Okay."

You try to stay awake, but the pull of sleep is too strong. You can feel it dragging you under, and the last thing you register before you slip away is Leo's voice.

"Please. Please."

You don't know what he's asking for.

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Any Leo fucking you when he's needy honestly

Warnings: 18+ / MDNI / NSFW / Smutish / Leo is late 20's to early 30's / general verses

Needy!Leo loves it when you breathe into his mouth, panting as he thrusts into you at just the right pace. Fuck, he missed you so much.

Needy!Leo loves it when you close your legs around his head when he goes down on you—losing his mind when you tug the banana, rubbing yourself to his face desperate to reach your peak. So fucking delicious, he drinks it all down.

Needy!Leo is crazy about your moans, he adores hearing how good he makes you feel.

Needy!Leo loves holding you so close to his plastron you can barely breathe, but god, your clit feels amazing grinding against his lower belly, that you almost don't care.

Needy!Leo stays inside after he's fucked his cum deep in your real good, slowly catching his breath as he holds you close. You're good for him, so soft and warm—what do you mean you can't breathe? This is no time for air, it's time for cuddles.

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You walk into the lab to find Donnie carefully setting a timer next to some chemistry experiment he has bubbling. Your interest is piqued, and you walk over to him, opening your mouth to ask him what he’s working on.

He is on you in a flash. Pressing you against a table, tongue down your throat and hand on your breast. Your hands fly to his shoulders as he leans harder into you, bending you backwards over the table. His other hand reaches behind you to land on the table, keeping the two of you up. All you can do is make a confused moan into his mouth as his thumb drags over your nipple.

Donnie takes his time, leisurely mapping out your mouth with his tongue as if he hasn’t done so a thousand times before. You give in, always so easy for him, and melt. Breath hitching as he rewards you by kneading your breast in just the way he knows you like it. Fingers digging into his markings as his thigh slots between yours, where you are already wet for him.

You feel his lips twitch up as you start to slide up and down his thigh with a little whine, and you suck on his tongue in retaliation. It’s the last coherent action you take. Everything devolves into heat and haze and Donnie. He starts to rub his tongue along the top of your mouth in time with your grinding, and you start to shake.

Your moan of protest when he removes his thigh is cut short when his hand slides down your body and into your panties. His thumb gathers up some of your slick and starts to circle your clit as his finger slides inside you.

He finger fucks you deep and slow, and you can’t stop the moans that continuously slide out around his tongue. You throw your arms around his neck, fingers grasping at the cool metal of his battle shell in a futile attempt to ground yourself.

You shiver when he crooks his finger, rubbing against it to help him find that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. He finds it at the same time that he presses down firmly on your clit with his thumb, and you shake apart against him.

When you come back down, it’s to find Donnie watching you, licking his hand clean of your slick. You shudder at the sight, causing him to smirk. Before either of you can do more than stare at each other, the timer goes off. Donnie’s eyes light up. “Oh! Perfect timing!”

He hustles back to his experiment, leaving you fucked out and grasping at the table behind you to keep upright. You blink at his back as he starts to mutter to himself, then sigh and lower yourself shakily into his chair. It’s going to be a while before you get more than mutters out of him now.

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Pairing: Donnie/fem!Reader Rating: Explicit Contents: Donnie is strangely overcome with the need to have you right then and there. Warnings: 18+, mdni, mating season, hickeys, creampies, unprotected p in v (wrap it up peeps) Wordcount: 1,594 Sentence Prompt: # 75

𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤

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Your presence was like a living temptation to him, as if every cell in your body was crafted to make him lose control around you. Carnally irresistible, Donnie found it impossible to keep his hands off of you. Earlier, he had tried with great effort to keep his eyes on the TV, but your scent drifted into his nostrils—so sweet and enticing. Overcome, he leaned down to breathe deeply in the crook of your neck.

The look you gave him almost made him shudder visibly. You appeared concerned by his sudden change in behavior, yet there was an undeniable excitement in your eyes as he ran his tongue over your pulse point.

He wasn't sure if something was wrong with him, but he wasn't entirely focused on figuring it out, as your soft gasps were far more captivating than anything else. His skin felt like it was on fire, and his glasses had become an irritation, so he quickly removed them and tossed them onto the coffee table. He didn’t need them anyway; you were close enough that he could clearly see your beautiful expressions.

Donnie was a turtle steeped in science, his expertise evident in the gadgets he wielded both in the lab and on patrol. He had deciphered ancient codes to deactivate a timed toxic bomb threatening New York City and uncovered the mysteries of the purple ooze. Yet, in your presence, all logic seemed to evaporate, leaving him a slave to his emotions. His instincts urged him to keep you selfishly close and immerse himself in your natural scent. He desired to fill the very being he worshiped with his essence so intensely that no one else could occupy your thoughts but him.

But as time stretched on, it seemed like hours had passed, and he was certain you were too overwhelmed to form a coherent thought. Your skin was flushed, adorned with a trail of red marks across your delicate skin—marks destined to deepen into purple.

It almost felt like your first time together, heated with a passion so intense that you couldn't stop trying to touch each other, yet tinged with nervousness due to a lack of familiarity with each other's physical needs. However, despite the similar rush of emotions, Donnie's hands never fumbled or shook with uncertainty. They moved with confidence and precision, driven by an eager desire to worship your very existence.

Just a tilt of your head was enough for him to capture your soft lips with his, sighing softly as he found a semblance of relief amidst his lustful haze. His large hands were intent on exploring the canvas of your body despite the fact he’s seen more times he can count, gently kneading your flesh, which was much softer than his own. 

"Donnie..." Your whine pierced through his haze of desire.

He shuddered this time at the sound, murmuring, "So pretty and all for me.” The turtle licked his lips, dried from his heavy pants for air.  

The space between your thighs glistened with a mixture of your juices and his essence—a beautiful concoction, Donnie might add. Despite the evidence that he had finished inside you several times, his attention remained laser-focused on your pleasure, his mind relentlessly urging him to give more and more. It would be remiss of him not to, especially when your lips parted so beautifully with each mewl that escaped them.

He pressed one hand firmly on your back to keep you pinned against the couch. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, wondering if a three-fingered imprint would remain, but it quickly dissipated as he became captivated by the way the sweat on your skin sparkle ethereally.

Seriously, were you a fallen angel hell-bent on cursing him to eternally crave your body? No matter how many times he made you cry out his name, no matter how tightly you clenched around him that is felt like you were pulling him deeper until he climaxed, he still wanted more. Or perhaps he needed more. Donnie couldn't tell anymore; his thoughts were so tangled that he couldn't distinguish desire from necessity. Either way, it seemed his body was surrendering to its own carnal instincts, relentlessly seeking release with you, in you.

Donnie muttered a curse under his breath as his free hand slipped beneath you, caressing the bundle of nerves that made your thighs begin to quiver. Your hands clutched weakly at the cushions, moaning with abandon.

He hissed through clenched teeth as he felt your inner walls tighten around him once more. "Come for me, baby. You can do it," he encouraged gently.

It was only a moment more before you released a stuttering squeal, your nectar coating him further as he continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm. Donnie bit his lower lip as his torso lowered to brush against your back, emitting a groan and a deep, reverberating churr that would make Raph envious. He pushed himself as deep as he could inside you as he came. Your smaller hand clung to the wrist of the hand between your legs, panting loudly.

Finally, Donnie's mind began to clear, his intense sexual need appearing to wane and find satisfaction. He hoped he hadn't pushed you too far.

You seemed to recognize that it was over when Donnie didn’t immediately resume thrusting into you with his previous unrestrained vigor. Slumping beneath him, you felt his weight relax as he lazily placed kisses on the hickeys decorating your shoulders. Both of you appeared content to remain in your current position, with him still inside you, enjoying the quiet aftermath together.

"Holy shit..." you mumbled.

He let out a soft chuckle. "Too much?"

You shook your head. "No, no. It was amazing! I just don't know what came over you so suddenly.”

“I actually don’t know either,” Donnie hummed thoughtfully. Carefully, he pulled away and slipped out from the comfort of your warmth. He had to restrain himself and look away when he heard you release a small whine, feeling the emptiness and his essence dripping down your inner thigh.

Donnie quickly put his glasses back on and walked away to grab some water and a towel for you. While he was gone for that brief moment, you sat up, grimacing from the familiar soreness setting in. You hadn't felt this achy in over two years, back when you were both fresh adults, newly eager to explore the beginnings of your sexual life together.

Once your turtle lover returned, he insisted on helping you clean up despite your protests about him being just as messy. Nevertheless, he was determined, so you let him help subconsciously avoiding your inner folds to leave them coated with his essence. After ensuring you were comfortable, he took care of himself.

After redressing lightly, you headed into the kitchen, taking the water Donnie had provided with you. Following a session like that, you definitely needed some food. Donnie, meanwhile, simply pulled up his underwear and lingered in the kitchen, watching you closely. His instincts urged him to stay nearby.

His mind was still slightly clouded from the spontaneous moment, but not enough to impair his decision-making. He had a gut feeling that the intense desire might return. It was confusing, though, why such behavior was manifesting in the first place, especially since nothing specific seemed to trigger his sudden, overwhelming urge to take you right then and there on the couch.

And your poor couch. It was probably ruined from your activities now. You two had used it like dogs in heat. Huh. Like dogs in heat. In heat. Heat. Heat!

Donnie's eyes widened impossibly with realization. He and his brothers were now at a sexually mature age. Furthermore, it was that time of year—mating season for red-eared sliders, when they succumb to their need to breed.

Oh God, he was in heat and completely unprepared for it. He cringed at the thought of what his brothers must be enduring without a partner to satisfy their reproductive urges. He guessed it was wrong to assume they wouldn’t experience it just because they hadn't felt it immediately after reaching puberty. Casting a long glance in your direction as you prepared packaged ramen, Donnie walked into the living room to grab his phone and sent Leo a text. It was around this time that his family usually gathered for dinner.

Donnie: How’s things going at the lair?

The self-taught scientist received a swift reply from Leo, who was always prompt when responding to Donnie, knowing it wouldn’t be just another meme or silly pun. Unlike Raph and Mikey, who enjoyed sending Leo those sorts of messages just to tease him.

Leo: Everything fine

Leo: Why? Should there be something happening?

Donnie lifted a brow. Donnie: No, no! I was just checking in! See ya later He set his phone down on the coffee table, his lips pursing in confusion. Leo wasn’t one to mislead about the state of their close-knit family, so surely everything was fine with them. It seemed the issue was just with him. Perhaps it was because he was the only one among his brothers who had any sort of sexual experience.

Donnie turned at the sound of your feet pattering across the floor as you returned with two bowls of steaming ramen. He couldn't really complain. Not when you approached him, your body adorned with such beautiful marks, a testament to the intensity of their earlier moments together.

Since you were around, maybe this experience won’t be so bad.

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Fulfilling Wishes

Hello Turtle Doves 😘

My insomnia would like to gift you some self-indulgent turtle-men comfort 💙❤️💜🧡🐢

Warning: mentions anxiety, and hints at depression.

NSFW ish? I guess? mostly fluff.

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This was also my first attempt at a Reader x "Your choice of turtle" insert.

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Fulfilling Wishes

It was cold, and the rain pelted down on your bedroom window so loudly that you were unable to sleep.

You missed him.

And it was ridiculous because you had just seen him less than four hours ago while having dinner with him and his family. 

Your family. They had taken you in and accepted you immediately after meeting them all. They had all been your saving grace. But he had been your real hero.

You had met him accidentally when you got lost down a dark back alley, trying to navigate your way home from a new job. Your phone had died, leaving you without the GPS, and an anxiety attack was on the rise. 

No friends. No family. No one to worry about where you were and whether or not you made it home safely.

He seemingly popped up from nowhere as you gasped for the air that refused to stay in your lungs long enough for you to calm down.

After talking to you for a few minutes and asking you some interesting questions, you realized that you were breathing normally again, which made you smile at him.

He smiled back and asked if he could help you get home, which you were incredibly grateful for, and took him up on the offer before he could even finish his question. 

You sighed as you lay there reminiscing and worrying about your vigilante friend and his brothers out in the horrendous weather. 

The longer you thought about all of them, the more you secretly wished he was there with you - all cuddled-up safe and watching a movie, like the two of you always did during the horrible weather. Or after a long shitty day. He was your safety blanket. Always there for you when you needed him.

And he was literally like a blanket. All warm and cuddly. You loved when he had those powerful arms wrapped around you, squeezed up against his chest. The way his steady breathing created the illusion of calming waves as his strong heartbeat erased your anxiety and stress from the long, awful day.

And he had a way with you. When no one else could cheer you up or calm you down, it was always him who knew the right words to say. He knew exactly what you needed emotionally, and he never failed to deliver it in abundance.

You yearned for his gentle touch and to hear his low voice whispering in your ear. You loved the way he would trace his finger down your arm… Or make little designs in the palm of your hand whenever you sat together.

It was always so… Platonic.

And you wished it wasn't.

Because you loved him.

As more than just a friend…

He filled the void in your heart that had almost consumed you all those years ago when you had lost your way - more than down a dark alley.

Even though you wished it wasn't, you knew it was that whole best friend thing.

The way he knew you better than anyone else ever could. The way he took time to truly understand you. The way he was so deliberate in the attention and affection he showered you with…

You heard the unmistakable sound of the living room window opening and closing.

His window.

You lifted and turned your head just in time to see the beautiful green of his skin in the glow of your white fairy lights that outlined the ceiling in your room.

"You're awake," he whispered, stripping his gear, and himself, right down to his boxer briefs.

He grabbed your bath towel from the hook on your closet door and dried himself off real quick.

Meanwhile, you were having an internal scream fest at the fact that this sexy-ass turtle-man was getting ready to climb into your bed… With you… In nothing but his underwear.

"Is it ok?" He asked, frozen in place and looking down at you with concern.

"Of course," you told him, trying to sound casual.

As you faced the wall, laying on your side, you felt as the bed dipped behind you, and his warm body pressed against yours; those big arms of his slowly snaking their way around your middle and squeezing you closer to him.

"Thank you," you whispered, more to the Gods who had listened and answered your prayers, than to him.

"For what?" He practically purred in your ear.

"For being you," you told him, not knowing what else to say without making it weird.

He was quiet, but you could feel his unasked question floating around in the air.

"For always being there for me," you continued, "for everything you do…" you paused, contemplating your next statement.

"For fulfilling my needs…" you whispered.

You felt him squeezing you tighter, his snout nuzzling your neck behind your ear, as he took a deep breath in.

You felt his breath on your ear as he asked you the golden question…

"Do I fulfill all of your needs?" 

Time had stopped momentarily as hope surged through your entire being.

"Almost," you whispered.

His lips ghosted their way across the shell of your ear.

"What am I not fulfilling?" His voice was low and husky, "Because I want to fulfill all of your needs," he breathed out.

You turned your head to look at him, but your eyes didn't make it past his lips.

There it was, the delicious feeling you'd been dying for, as he brushed his lips against yours. But he pulled back too soon. 

You slipped your hand up behind his neck and pulled his lips to yours, eliciting a moan from him.

In one swift move, he had rolled you onto your back and caged you underneath him with his arms, kissing you as fervidly as you were kissing him.

After he'd regained control of his emotions, he broke the kiss and smiled down at you.

"I think I'm in love with you," you blurted out. 

His eyes got wide, but his smile got wider.

"I think I have been for a long time…" He told you.

"Really?" You squeaked, shocked by his confession.

"You couldn't tell? I've been trying to make moves on you since the day you smiled at me in that dark alley," He admitted, right before he began kissing you again and continuing to love you for the rest of the night.

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Sun Basking

They don't see the sun often

- they have an enormous light fixture above a chair in the lair to make up for it (it doesn't replicate the whole thing)

- They often find themselves shuting their eyes and taking a HUGE deep breath when sun light hits their scales

- They have a secret sun spot they can get to through the sewers. It's in the mouth of a deserted tunnel close to the water

- the sun hits it just right in the morning

- Donnie found it when the lair was suffering from a particular bout of winter depression

- they all modified it. It's close enough that the turtles can hear the city and the water all at once

- it's strangely soothing to all of them

- if you take your turtle somewhere remote, beware

- he will beg to go outside. ALL. THE. TIME.

- he will be outside even if you arn't with him

- he loves the air and the light and the SUNLIGHT

- they are all summer boys

- rain has its charms, but spending your childhood below sea level enduring record flooding and icy wind and snow- all while RARELY experiencing sunlight...

- a date on a roof or out in the woods will end up with him asleep in the sun

- you will have to force him to wear sun screen

- he will not endure it like an adult. He will whine and complain. Even Leo.

- one time your man fell asleep in the sun without sunscreen and he woke up with dark DARK green scales and a crusty shell.

- he was in so much pain and he didn't like to be touched where he got burned

- he slept in the lairs pool that night

- during the daytime your turtle will either be super super energetic or passed the fuck out. No in-between

- if yall get a HOME with access to privacy and sunlight, your man will be outside most of the time

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