#And I'm talking TMNT x Readers

[mermmarie]

I'm curious...

This is by no means me taking request, but more of suggestions.

Is there anything you'd guys like to see me write x Reader wise?

If so, please let me know with a reply or ask.

[luckycharms1701]

Just read Mikey’s mating season, would write one for Raphael?

of course i will, anything for our boy in red! i will say that bay raph in particular is hard for me to write, so i hope this is decent

again, it's a lil spicyyy 🌶️ reader beware!

The first time it's brought up, Raph absolutely refuses to allow you to spend his season with him. Won't even have the conversation. Not even Mikey can convince him to just talk to you. It takes a literal act of God to force him into it- stranded in your apartment together while a late snowstorm rages, just as his season is starting.

Raph is naturally afraid that he will hurt you. But what he doesn't tell you is that he is afraid of the vulnerability. Raph's season is a highly emotional time for this passionate guy. He knows that he'll be more open- generally the first sign that his season is starting is when he admits something to one of his brothers that he doesn't actually want them to know. So forced into close quarters with you, alone- he's afraid of what he'll say, afraid that the depths of his feelings will drive you off.

He is shocked that when the time comes, his anger doesn't overwhelm him the way it normally does. Instead, it is his love for you that takes over. He finds himself feeling incredibly affectionate. He even chirps for you. (Once it's over he's mortified and you have to swear that you'll never tell anyone ever). The sadness he associates with this time? Again, all gone, because you're here.

The cuddling is real and it is. Frequent. Raph doesn't like to let you go and will often carry you around if you need to move from the bed. But good luck getting him to agree to let you leave the bed. He likes you there and he does not want you to leave. Surely he can go get whatever you need? You belong in his arms, as far as he is concerned.

So, Raph. Once you get him on board, he has rules. These are non-negotiable, because not following them could possibly result in him hurting you and that Will Not Happen. The biggest rule is that you cannot tease him. Teasing riles him up like nothing else and if he loses control and hurts you... no. It Won't Happen. He'll lock himself in a different room and take care of himself before he'll let you break one of his rules.

However, that doesn't mean that it's not a good time for both of you. It's hard at first, because Raph is so afraid to let go, but once he does? Once all that passion is set free and focused on you? It is absolutely some of the most intense lovemaking you've ever experienced in your life. And that's what it is- lovemaking.

All of Raph's affection and tender feelings take over, and he is intense but so gentle at the same time. When it's not mating season, he can be rough sometimes, although never more than you can handle. Not so during mating season. Even when he's pounding into you, driving you wild as you writhe under him, he doesn't hurt you. The only bruises you come out with are in the shape of his hands on your hips.

He is surprisingly quiet when he fucks you. Everything in him is so focused on you that he barely notices his own pleasure. He does chirp a lot, and when it happens the churring practically vibrates the whole bed. He prefers to draw sounds out of you instead. There is a certain dark chuckle he gives that warns you that you are about to get loud. He loves to quiet down so he can catch the nearly silent gasp that comes out of you when his fingers hit that spot deep in you.

He becomes an anxious mother hen when it's over. He hovers. It's a little maddening but he needs you to indulge. He needs to be able to make sure that you're okay, that he didn't hurt you. He is of course worried for no reason, you're fine. But he's still a little cuddly, so you enjoy indulging him.

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head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic

[teetlestansecond]

Recently lost my grandfather the other day.. he was a bit like rise's splinter and sounded a bit like him. He might not have been the best father to my mom but he loved his grandchildren. So to cope a little can i get separate platonic/romantic hcs of the turtles reacting or catching reader (s/o or friend) coming to lair one day and suddenly started hanging around their father more because her grandpa passed away? (maybe make it so she doesnt tell the turtles dont know yet until they ask or overheard her and splinter's conversation/comforting the reader)

i was going to try and do these in the order i got them but i've been missing my own grandfather a lot lately and so this spoke to me, i'm so sorry for your loss nonnie 🫂

rise!turtles x grieving!reader

(mostly) platonic but could be taken romantically || gn!reader

tw: death of a loved one

Raph! ❤️

Raph doesn't think much about you coming to hang out with Splinter. he thinks his dad is pretty cool and is honestly glad you like him enough to actively seek him out.

if you're dating he actually takes it as a good sign - he loves you and wants you to get along with his whole family, not just his brothers. so seeing you and Splinter spending so much time together just makes him feel good.

sometimes he asks what you guys talk about, and sometimes you give him a general answer but for the most part you keep the details to yourself and he's totally fine with that.

Splinter has always respected your time with the boys and Raph does the same when it comes to your time with Splinter. he'll say hello and greet you with a hug once he sees you, but after that he leaves you two be.

so when Raph overhears your conversation, it's entirely on accident.

he actually had no idea you were in the lair. it was late and he wanted a snack before bed so he was just on his way to the kitchen when he catches the tail-end of something you were saying to Splinter.

he doesn't register it right away, but then he realizes that you guys are talking about your grandfather, who Raph knows you were close to. he realizes a moment after that you're talking about him in the past tense. he puts two and two together pretty easily from that.

on the one hand, Raph is glad that you're comfortable enough with Splinter to turn to him for comfort during your grieving period. but on the other hand, he wants to comfort you too.

he doesn't say anything that night, but when you come by the next day he pulls you aside and confesses to you that he overheard your conversation the night before.

he pulls you into a hug and tells you how sorry he is that you're going through this loss, and you let it out on his shoulder for a few minutes.

and you're grateful for his comfort, but you also take the chance to explain to Raph that while you do welcome his comfort, you're specifically going to Splinter because he reminds you of your grandfather.

Raph gets it, of course, and he encourages you to come as often as you need, and that they'll all be there to help you through this time.

from then on, Raph takes special care to keep his other brothers busy whenever you come to see Splinter.

sometimes you invite him to join you, and the three of you will talk late into the night. it doesn't make everything better, but it does feel nice to have them there for you.

Leo! 💙

Leo doesn't notice right away that you've been spending time with Splinter, he just sees that you’re spending more time in the lair and he’s got absolutely no complaints about that!

you’re actually pretty surprised he hasn’t caught on yet because everyone knows Leo has killer insomnia and you sort of figured he would have caught you and Splinter sitting in the living room talking all night by now.

but the thing about Leo is that he’s kinda got a late night routine going and he doesn’t usually stray from that routine. he gets himself a cup of tea and either does something in his room or goes to hang out with his insomnia twin Donnie.

he doesn’t really go near the living room at any point in the night and so he remains utterly clueless for a couple of weeks.

he also usually has headphones on listening to music while he moves around at night, but one particular night he went to make tea and left the headphones in his room, and ended up hearing you crying as he made his way back.

of course that just wasn’t okay in his book, so Leo rushes in to try and see what’s going on. he doesn’t know what he’s expecting, but it’s definitely not the sight of you crying on Splinter’s shoulder while the rat comforts you.

you hadn’t planned on telling Leo or his brothers just yet, but he’s clearly worried and you’d feel bad telling him to leave without explaining why you’re crying, so you just let it all out in the moment and tell him about your grandfather.

Leo sits on your other side and hugs you for a long time, letting you cry some more while he rubs your back and tells you how sorry he is. he’s big on words but he knows words can’t fix this so for once he stays largely quiet outside of telling you that he’s there for you.

once you’ve calmed down a little, Leo goes back into the kitchen and makes two extra cups of tea - one for you and one for Splinter.

this becomes a routine thing for him. Leo pays attention now and if he sees that you’re staying late or if you come by after the others have gone to bed, he’ll make three cups of tea and bring them to the living room.

sometimes he stays with you and Splinter, but for the most part he just drops the drinks off and checks in with you before leaving and giving the two of you space.

he realizes that your time with Splinter is helping and doesn’t want to intrude on that, so he’ll really only stay if you or Splinter invite him into the conversation. even then though he doesn’t stay very long and will claim to be tired before leaving the room.

you absolutely know he’s lying, but you know why he’s lying and it warms your heart a little.

Donnie! 💜

Donnie realizes pretty quickly that something’s going on with you. he might struggle with emotions but he’s pretty observant and picks up on the shift in your mood after a couple of days.

he doesn’t ask about it because he doesn’t know how to start that conversation, nor would he know what to say after finding out that was bothering you.

so he just worries in silence for a while. he tries lifting your spirits with puns or by showing you whatever he’s working on, but it feels like lately you’ve been more interested in spending time with Splinter.

and Donnie gets it, he likes quality time with his family even if he says otherwise, especially with his dad, but he just doesn’t understand why.

it really eats at him for a couple of weeks before he finally just bites the bullet and asks you what’s going on.

he tries to be gentle about it but he can’t hide that he’s worried and his tone is urgent as he asks you if you’re doing okay.

you knew he or one of the others would ask, you’d just been hoping it would happen later rather than sooner.

but you’d promised yourself that if you were asked, you would tell the truth, and so when Donnie asks you tell him that your grandfather died.

Donnie feels terrible hearing that, and immediately asks if there’s anything he can do for you to help. comfort isn’t his strong suit so he figures it’s better to ask outright and see what would best help instead of just awkwardly trying different comfort methods until finding something that stuck.

you tell him that the thing that’s been helping the most has been spending time with Splinter because he reminds you of your grandfather, but you also tell him that just having your normal routine with him and his brothers is helping too.

Donnie takes that to heart and starts inviting you to hang out even more, whether that be in the lair or out and about in the city. it’s never anything special, just the same shenanigans you normally get into with the boys, but Donnie feels like he’s helping by inviting you out and you enjoy the time you guys spend together.

but beyond that, Donnie also starts giving you a heads-up anytime he knows Splinter’s free, just in case you want to come spend time with him. since that’s what you said helped the most, he keeps a very sharp eye out and distracts his brothers so that you can spend some time with his dad.

Mikey! 🧡

listen. we’re talking about Doctor Feelings over here. of all the turtles he’s the one who notices something’s up first and he’s the one to ask first.

he gives it a few days first, just to see if you’ll share on your own, but during those few days Mikey realizes you’re spending more time with Splinter and it surprises him.

you haven’t really ever come to visit Splinter before, but between the change in your mood and the time you spend with his dad makes Mikey suspect that something’s really hurt you.

after those few days though, Mikey finally invites you over while his brothers are out and makes you your favorite drink before sitting you down and asking you what’s going on.

you try and tell him you’re okay but he’s not buying it. Mikey tells you he can tell you’re hurting, and sees how you’re going to Splinter for comfort.

he says that if you’d rather just go through it with his dad that’s fine, but he at least wants to know what you’re going through because he hates seeing you like this without knowing why.

you give up and explain that your grandfather passed away, and Mikey comes to the assumption that you’re going to Splinter out of a sense of familiarity, which he gets.

still, he wraps you up in a hug and tells you that you aren’t alone in this and that he and his brothers are there for you too, whatever you need.

a few days after that conversation, Mikey gifts you with a little blank journal. he says it’s for you to write down or draw out your feelings in, and once you start using it you find it incredibly helpful.

Mikey sits you down about once a week after that, just to check in with you and make sure you’re doing alright, but for the most part he gives you space and lets you decide who you want to go to for what.

and when you feel up to telling the others, Mikey’s right there to support you.

[misteria247]

I've got a feeling that I should come up with a name for the Welcome Home Muppet concept I've got going on since it could technically be an au?? Like I've done two shitposts on it and made two concepts in writing form to some extent so that's like gotta count for something.......

However it's also me just kinda rambling like I've got nothing better to do. But it's getting to a point where I'm like talking about it. Like legitimately putting thought and effort into it kinda rambling.

Hmmm.........

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

Hey , I was wondering how do you think the Bay Turtles would react to that Tik Tok trend where the gf called their bf their husband ? Like they could be at the lair and April calls reader amd reader is like " Ya I'm at my husbands place " etc.

This is the trend I'm talking about

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeypmGWK/

Very cute idea! Also Bayverse request! 😚👌💙

🐢Calling Them Your Husband🐢

💙❤️Bayverse TMNT x Reader💜🧡

Word Count: 917

CW: Gender-neutral reader, calling him your husband 🥰, fluffy as hell, not proof-read.

TikTok was an interesting platform that you enjoyed scrolling through occasionally, and it wasn’t until one day you stumbled upon the couple side of TikTok. You were planning on scrolling past until a certain one caught your attention, and it certainly got you thinking…

Later that night, you and your boyfriend were doing your nightly activities as you usually did, when you got a sudden call from April. You answered with a smile, “Hey April, what’s up?” You ask, the conversation flowing naturally until she asked where you were at. Without hesitation, you answered, “Oh! Yeah, I’m at my husband's place.” You smile, before glancing over at the turtle beside you, getting the following reaction…

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 Leo was staring rather intensely at you, feeling a flood of emotions course through him as he stared at you. He would then let out a soft chuckle, and waited until you hung up. He really liked that, oh he REALLY loved that actually, you saw him as your husband, huh?

💙 Once you hung up, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you sweetly, “So, what was that about, hm?” He mused, as you giggled a bit. “You want to get married? Why didn’t you just say so?” He smiles, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to tell him it was a TikTok, you just couldn’t, not at the time anyways. And plus, I mean the topic was on your mind after all.

💙 “Oh yeah.” You grin as you draw him into a loving kiss, “Let’s get married?” You ask, smiling at him. A chuckle escapes him and he presses his forehead against yours, “Yeah… Let’s get married.” He swiftly lifts you up, bridal style, “And let’s make it soon. I want this husband title to be more permanent.” He chuckles. (Though you would have to tell him later down the line about this because you felt a tad bit guilty, spoiler; he was confused, but he was fine with it.)

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ Raph gave you a soft chuckle, before placing a hand on your hip, “Damn right you are.” He smirked down at you. Now this, dear reader, stroked his ego, he absolutely loved it. He waits for you to finish up the call with April, lightly rubbing your skin in a loving manner as he was left with his thoughts for a moment.

❤️ Once you hung up, he kissed your head, “Husband, huh? Get that from somewhere?” He asks, and you couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yes… I did, it was a TikTok idea.” He playfully rolled his eyes, “Now you didn’t mean it?” He teased, making you panic, “Of course I did, Raph!” He let out a small laugh, “Easy, Dollface. I’m messing with you.” He would kiss your forehead, calming you down.

❤️ He was a little disappointed that it was a TikTok trend, but he does have to admit, you calling him your husband certainly felt good. Now he was rather tempted to make you a Hamato, if you catch my drift. But he’d wait, he wants it to be at the right time… For now, he’s just relentlessly bullies you (lovingly) about this for a good while.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 Chokes, Donnie literally chokes. He was in the middle of drinking some apple juice when the phrase, ‘my husband’s’, gave him some whiplash with this one. He was choking and coughing, wiping away dripping juice as you panicked and hung up on April to help him, (RIP Donnie, died to apple juice 💀).

💜 Once you finish helping him clean up, he would finally regain his composure, his nostrils still stinging from the apple juice, he asks, “What was that about?” He wasn’t angry, not at all, just really confused about this whole thing. Husband? That’s not the right term, you guys aren’t married (yet)! You end up explaining, “Well… It was a TikTok trend and I kinda wanted to see how you’d react.” You admit.

💜 He chuckles and shakes his head at this, “A TikTok trend?” He asks, “Well, it certainly caught me off guard… But maybe don’t do that the next time I’m drinking apple juice, it isn’t pleasant in the throat nor the throat.” He warns, making you smile, “Right, sorry Don.” And you kissed his cheek, returning back to your fun nightly activities of working on his latest invention.

🐢���Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 Mikey goes along with it, he’s seen this trend. He wraps his arms around your waist and leans against your shoulder, speaking closer to the phone, “Yup~ Wifeys at my place!” He grins, and now you were feeling yourself get red in the face, now a little flustered that he went along with it. It kinda made you feel a little giddy inside.

🧡 Once hanging up, Mikey was giving you a smug smirk, “Tried to pull that one on me? Well I’m two steps ahead of you, angelcakes!” He grins as he’d kiss your cheek, making you groan, “Damn it, Mikey. I was hoping you’d be a little more on the surprised side, but alas, you know TikTok better than I do.” Making him laugh and nuzzle against your neck.

🧡 He placed sweet kisses along your neck, “Nah, that just takes the fun out of it.” He grins widely, pulling away to look into your eyes, “Plus, I’ve always wanted to call you wifey.” He smirked again when he saw you blush a little harder, making you sigh, “Fine fine! You win.” You groan, hugging him around the shoulders, as he laughed softly and nuzzled your cheek lovingly.

[donniesgirlie]

First TMNT fic, let's goooooo!

Say Something: Donatello x F! Reader

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"Please-" You can hear Donnie clamoring after you as you make your way to the Lair's exit.

Your heart is roaring in your ears, your face is hot, and embarrassment floods your veins. Why do you always have to make a fool of yourself? Why did you think it was a good idea to confide in the one brother who over-shares when excited - especially about something so delicate?

You can't blame Mikey, though. You know he only had good intentions, but the knowledge doesn't quell the humiliation that's wrapping around you and squeezing.

Donnie finally catches up to you, hand shooting out to capture your wrist.

"Please..." he repeats. "Say something..."

"What do you want me to say, Donnie? I think it's been laid out pretty clear..." You say, voice void of emotion and eyes hollow in a last ditch attempt to keep yourself from crying - until you're back in the privacy of your own home, at least.

"So, it's true? Mikey was right?"

A self depreciating chuckle rips it's way from your chest, echoing through the damp tunnel system. "For once? Yeah. He's right."

Donatello's tongue darts out to wet his lips before swallowing. "Y/-"

"- what do you want me to say?" You repeat. "That I'm completely in love with my best friend? That every time I'm near you, my heart feel like it's going to beat out of my chest? Or how about that every time you smile, I just want to grab you by your face and kiss you stupid!?"

Your voice gains volume the more you talk, and, by the end, you feel a bit hysterical, but you soldier on.

"Donnie, I didn't want this to be how you found out - hell, I was kind of hoping you never found out bc I didn't want to ruin this," you gesture between you as the tears start to fall.

"You're my best friend... How was I supposed to deal with the possibility of this pushing you away? Of losing you because I can't get my damn feelings in chec-"

It's your turn to get cut off as Donnie surges forward and crashes his lips against yours. His hands gently hold your jaw as he kisses you.

Slowly, you fall into the kiss; eyes slipping shut and your hands coming up to grip his arms. He uses his hold to tilt your head, deepening the kiss and drawing out a small whimper from you. When you finally break apart, Donnie rest his forehead against yours as he searches your eyes for something.

Once he finds whatever it is, he let's out a small laugh, thumb gently brushing your cheek as he speaks. "I'm completely in love with you, too...

"Your laugh, the way you always make me smile - everything about you drives me insane. I don't know how you've never noticed. God- every brush of your skin on mine makes me feel like I'm on fire..." He nuzzles his snout against you. "You could never push me away, love."

[yorshie]

Hi!! I’ve been obsessed with a recent post of yours, about the tmnt turtles and the ways they would confess their feelings, it was so on point? Seriously it has been even helping me fall asleep (dreaming about it lol) on that note, would you please do a scenario or Headcanons of tmnt x reader and their first kiss? Planned? Accidental? In a burst of emotion? Floor is yours

Thank you and hope you have a good day ♥️

Bayverse turtles (separate) x GN reader, SFW (set in 2023 so turtles 24-25)

OH this is RIGHT up my alley. Thank you for the ask! I'm glad you're getting some sleep lol, it was 3 a.m. when I wrote this. Being stuck in a car brings that special kind of tired where you're still jittery, you know? Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this, and thank you for sending in an ask so I wasn't bored staring at the ceiling fan.

It's not pertinent to the idea but I'm thinking Raph's kiss is a lot longer into the relationship, simply because in my head I keep thinking I wouldn't want to kiss him until he got over his whole angsty phase. If you wanna imagine he's still angsty when the smooch happens, feel free, but hot and cold ain't fun.

MIKEY

Angelo called you on your way home from work for a spontaneous Tuesday night date, and it was with only slight trepidation that you hurried home, visions of the sunshine ball left alone with no one to distract him amid all your stuff floating around your head.

Thankfully, there was no grand chaos when you poked your head through the door, only Mikey in an apron, twirling around your kitchen without a care in the world. He was juggling between three different bowls and the stove, singing along to the music blaring through his phone.

The oven dinged as you were shucking your shoes and jacket, and Mikey brightened upon spying you, tossing his spatula to the side and holding his arms open to hurry you towards him with a raucous, “babycakes! I missed you!”

You went willingly, not quite sure if he was intending to hug you or pull you into a dance, but it ended up being a mixture of the two. He spun you into a dip, hands pulling you upright when your socks slipped on the floor with a goofy smile and a little two step before he grabbed your hips, lifting you up onto the counter next to his work area. 

He broke off mid chorus to offer you a spoonful of whipped cream with a soft, “try this, baby, tell me what you think.”

You tried it without thinking, eyebrows jumping at the cloying taste on your tongue.

“Uh. Angelo, you used way too much sugar in this.” You twisted in your spot, tossing the spoon into the sink and giving a little cheer at the satisfying ‘plonk’ of it disappearing into soapy water, completely missing the mischeiveous smile on your turtle’s face.

“Yea? Here, let me help get rid of it.” Mikey’s words were teasing, and for a moment you thought he was talking about something completely different.

You weren’t expecting the warmth of his hands sliding into your hair. You startled, blinking at him dumbly when he sidled into your space, plastron tapping against your knees and pinning your shins against the counter drawers. 

He grinned, cradling your head, thumbs along your jaw, holding you still as he tilted his head and pressed his mouth to yours.

He was warm, lips soft, moving gently against your skin. He started to churr when you reached up and tucked your hands over the strong curve of his shoulders.

Your lips glided together once again, mouth opening barely under his direction, eyes closing at the little sweet exhale he gave at the motion.

“You taste like syrup.” You murmured against him, and felt his mouth fight not to tip upwards again.

“What can I say,” Mikey moved his thumb to brush over your lips, “I like sweet things, baby.”

You weaseled your arms down between your bodies, hooking around the edge of his shell and holding him closer, pulling a shiver from him.

“Give me another,” he pushed, and you giggled into the press of his lips.

DONNIE

Your nerd was thinking.

You could practically see the steam of over worked processors from where you lounged at the foot of his bed, book tilted far enough up so you could both pretend you weren’t sneaking glances his way.

Donnie was hunched over in his chair, just barely within eyesight around the low dresser separating the main room of the lab from his bedroom. His hands were lax on the keyboard of the refurbished laptop he was suppose to be working on, glasses low on his snout and eyes clearly trained, not on his work, but at the wall beyond his desk.

You entertained the thought of calling out to him, but the chances of reaching him in this state were slim to none even if you laid a trap with coffee for the bait, so you settled back into the book, flicking curious glances his way every now and then to make sure he was still breathing.

Your patience was rewarded, eventually, when he blinked and that sharp golden gaze flickered over to your face.

“I want to try something.” He said without preamble, once he saw he had your attention, and you closed the book you hadn’t been actually reading for a while with a snap to let him know he had the floor.

“Alright.” You scooted to sit at the edge of his bed, feet crossed under you and curiosity building. “What is it that you want to try, Dee?”

Donnie closed the laptop with a soft little click, rolled his chair towards you, then left his seat to shuffle into your space on his knees when he realized he still towered over you.

You swallowed at the abrupt closeness, breathed out slow to combat your sudden nerves.

The tall turtle took your hands in his, smoothed his thumbs softly over your knuckles. “I want… to kiss you. If that’s alright?”

You nodded as soon as the request was processed, gaze skittering to watch his tongue poke out reflexively before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss.

And held them there. No movement, no gentle give and take. You weren’t even sure he was breathing, he was so still.

He pulled back after a moment, light eyes quizzical before they turned inwards, and you could tell you were about to loose him to whatever data he’d collected.

“Ok. Hey. Wait.” You raised your hands, tapped along his cheeks until he glanced back at you. “I want to try again.” 

You kept your words soft, and when he automatically leaned in, you stopped him. “Let me lead, Dee. Just do what I do.”

This time, you used your hands to tilt his head a little bit, and softly touched his lips with your own. Pressed short kisses against him, letting him settle before you moved your jaw and pet your mouth across his.

The steam pouring out Donnie’s ears was back, his hands tightening against your own, and he gave a shaky exhale against your cheek before he responded, mouth slipping over your lips a little roughly as he moved to mirror your grip and tilt your head a little to the back. 

When the two of you broke apart, his eyes opened, and he whispered, “again?”

RAPH

The quiet times were the best with Raphael. The moments with no pressure, no societal niceties, away from the teasings of his brothers, when he’d look at you and jerk his head in a clear ‘let’s get out of here’ invitation that you’d never be able to turn down. 

Raph would unwind enough to simply exist when it was just you and him, warm and mellow and guard low enough that only affection glanced back when you met his eyes.

You were taking advantage of the quiet this particular date night. He was loose from good food and the way your smaller form sat at his side without fear. So much so, that when you swiveled and tucked a leg over his thigh, his big hand wrapped around your knee without stuttering, grip wide and warm and content to rest on the curve of your joint.

He was still engrossed in the movie, though you caught the little flicker of his eyes as he watched for your reaction to his touch, an old gut reaction that you were happy had faded even this much.

When you simply leaned into him, he relaxed further, and you were rewarded with the slow brush of his thumb against the soft skin on the inside of your knee, as though he couldn’t help the movement.

You let him settle through a few more scenes before pushing a little further, thought the amused quirk of his mouth when you finally made your move made you realize you might be a tad predictable to the large turtle.

That didn’t matter so much though, when he made no move to stop you. If anything, it confirmed his trust, at least enough that when you pulled up to your knees to reach him, hands hooking into the upper edge of his plastron, he tilted his head further to meet you halfway.

He was probably was’t expecting a kiss, however, if the little stutter that rolled through him under your hands and the way he gripped your hips was any indication.

The press of his lips were sweet and a little hesitant, especially when how small your mouth was against his broke through even your hazy thoughts, but you tipped to the side to make up for the difference. After a beat he leaned in, following your lead of how hard to press and when to move, softly scrubbing his lips against you as much as you would allow.

His hand slid up your spine, careful and soft, and you shivered at the feeling, pulling away only to dart back in for one more small peck for luck, pulling a little flustered huff from his snout.

When you pulled back for real, he tucked his head under your chin in a fit of bashfulness, even though you could feel his grin against your skin.

“Wanna finish the movie?” You asked, loathed to quit but not wanting to push him too fast.

“In a minute.” He replied, surfacing to press his mouth to yours again.

LEO 

Story time might be Leo’s favorite part of the day. Certainly it was the part of the day where he let himself relax, as much as he was able, but he coveted these moments where he wasn’t anything more than Leo, the mutant turtle that had found you.

So he soaked it all up, the softness of your back against his chest, the way you fit yourself against him without a care. It should have had his heart hammering, the way it had for hours after the first time he had found himself in this position. But the organ beat slow and steady in his chest, soothed when a shoe didn’t drop, and he became used to all the tiny movements you just couldn’t seem to help.

You were only partially aware of all the things that went on in your turtle's head, but slowly you were peeling back the layers as Leo let himself relax around you. You knew however, that he needed these small moments, and you were careful never to question when he came tired and bruised, to simply drop a book into your hands and lean his shell against the wall. He’d tell you, when he was ready.

You turned a page of the book, barely moving your wrist so the thumb sweeping back and forth across the small bones wouldn’t be dislodged, and continued weaving the story of a small elf looking for the last bit of magic in his world. 

When Leo’s thumb slipped up to touch your knuckles, framing the back of your hand with his palm, you had a moment to wonder if he wanted to hold your hand. When a sigh sounded from above you though, a small sound of contentment slipping out in a rumble you knew you weren’t suppose to hear, you realized he already was.

You glanced up, taking in Leo’s rounded shoulders, his lowered head, his large form practically curling around you. His eyes were shut, head tilted into your space, and an urge pinged hard in your chest at the sight.

You slipped the book jacket between the pages to hold your place, and set it aside, twisting around until you faced him on your knees. Your hands found the corded strength right above his knees briefly to keep yourself from falling over.

His eyes were open now, staring at you curiously, still soft around the edges.

You cupped his cheeks, leaned up against his plastron, and touched his lower lip softly with your own, eyes half lidded to gauge his reaction.

You watched his pupils blow wide, refocused when you pulled back, almost chased you hypnotically before the action caught up. There was a moment where you could see the hesitation, an errant thought, before the decision cemented in his eyes and he closed the distance again.

This time, the kiss was longer, sweeter, and he pushed into your space with a deep rumble in his chest, enough so that you had to hold his head steady to avoid being tipped backwards, stepping in when he faltered to lead him through the movements.

[strawb3rrystar]

Hii! 💞

If yous till write for tmnt stuff, then I was wondering (if you do you smut) with head canons of the rise turtles (seperate) , of their favorite s#x positions (older ofc!! Like at least ranging from 18-23 years old)

Or if not all turtles then either Raphael or Mikey 🤷‍♀️ but that's up to, whoever hour turtle may be. Write it 👍 Or doesn't specifically have to be Rottmnt. I'm fine with any generation!

Positions by Ari.

Pairing: Bayverse! Leo, Raph, Donnie, Mikey x GN! Reader

Warnings: Sex positions, kinks n' stuff

Word count: 400

✰ Hi!! Sorry to (maybe) disappoint, but I don't write smut about the rise turtles. I do, however, write smut for the bayverse turtles. Much love!

Leonardo

Butterfly - is when the bottom lies at the edge of the bed and the person with the top standing in front of them

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

Most hc's I see of Leo usually are pretty vanilla, but I don't want to do him dirty like that.

Leo definitely focuses on your pleasure over his.

He's more of the soft dom kind of turtle.

LOVES to praise you. You're his special little person after all!

I think Leo would like to see you in pretty lingerie

Just the idea that you would get dressed up all for him makes his heart skip a beat

I also think Leo would have a thing for bondage

Like he wants to see you all tied up for him. Ready to be fucked

Because trust me. You will be fucked.

The king of aftercare, though!

Will literally do anything for you ♡

Raphael

Mating press - similar to the missionary position with the person's legs tucked up.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

He has a breeding kink, and you can't convince me otherwise

Raph just loves to see your pretty hole stuffed full of his cum

He's 1000% a biter

Leaves hickeys all over your body

Especially on your neck and thighs

He loves to SQUEEZE

Squeeze your thighs, your hips, your wrists

Some sort of manhandling going on

Definitely into impact play, more specifically, spanking

Uses spanking as a punishment but also just randomly during the day

Like he'll just randomly slap your ass for no reason

So so at aftercare

His form of aftercare would be kissing all over your body until you both drift off

Donatello

Cowgirl -  The person with the penis lying down with their legs straight while the person on top straddles them

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

Donnie gives me a dominant bottom type of vibe.

He's into roleplay

Like scientist x assistant or something like that

TOYS

He'll be making you toys that'll have you screaming

Mabye, have you tied down while he experiments on you

Into orgasm control

Like telling you when you can cum or counting you down

Donnie loves it when you ride him

He just sits back and admires you bouncing on his cock

I mean, you do such a good job taking him

How could he NOT admire you

Extremely good at aftercare

Sweet and tender little guy

Michaelangelo

Doggy style -  In which the person penetrating stands or kneels behind their partner

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

Horny fucking 24/7

The KING of dirty talking

He's saying the nastiest shit to you

Another turtle that's into bondage

LIVES to see you tied up

Mans eats good

He'd be eating you out all day if he could

Pulls on your hair while you fuck

Not in a mean way

He's just showing you how much he loves fucking you

He won't cum inside

Instead, he'll cum on your back or your face

Kinda bad at aftercare lol

Like he has no idea what to do, so you might have to teach him

Star's notes -> Why did I add definitions?! 😭

(Thank you @judtcallmeanon for your request!) (Requests are open!)

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[tohisprettyc00l]

Hiiii!

May I request a Hunter x middle child! Blight! Reader headcannons?

Summary: The reader is a Blight, and also the middle child who is often forgot about and ignored by both the Blights and everybody else. They’re not as famous as the Blight Twins or Amity, and they spend most of their time inventing abominations to TRY and impress their parents

Reader also has a similar personality to ROTTMNT Don, but I’m not sure if you’ve ever watched it so you can just ignore this bit if you haven’t :)

A/n: The way this is formatted seems like it was for a one-shot request, but you said headcannons. I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted and I'll redo it if so. Also, I've never seen any tmnt things so sorry about that.

-Bro he GETS you.

-The feeling of your "guardian" (If you can even call them that) not paying attention to you. So thanks to Belos's, Odaila's (and Alador's to a lesser extent) "A+ parenting." Y'all both have parental issues.

-Hunter was never the best at comforting but if you are upset with your family problems he'll do what he would want people to do when he's upset. Which doesn't always work but he tries.

-Amity is a pretty good sibling she's not the best mainly when she was mean (Her green hair era.) But bro Hunter hates her even if she's trying her best.

-When Ecilpse Lake happens he is like 50 times meaner. Like dude even though she's not trying to upset you or anything, Hunter is pissed off because of any time she made you even slightly sad.

-When he learns you invent stuff he BEGS you to show him.

-Like even if you agree the first time he asks he counties to ask and you are like "Hunter I'm going to show you-"

-Also he complements them so much! He loves inventions of any kind, magic-based or not, he likes to learn how they work.

-If you tell him he is so invested. Like you can be talking for hours and he is fully listening the entire time.

The dude is so in love with you-

[luckycharms1701]

Hihihi!

First and foremost, I hope you're doing great❤️

Could I get headcanons for Leo with a fem! reader who likes to bite him? Like, when he least expects it, she love bites his arm or shoulder?

oh hell yes i am doing great looking at this ask! you can absolutely get some headcanons for this anon-chan!

… normally i’d pick one, but i want to explore their differences and similarities so you can have both.

edit: you: asks for headcanons me: but what if? it turned into a story instead? (sorry anon-chan, i uh got carried away)

Bayverse Leo: He would hate it at first. I imagine that he and Raph used to fight a lot as kids (“used to” lol) and as we all know, turtles bite. So when you first start doing this, he’s going to jerk away and think you’re crazy. Why are you trying to fight with him??? When you explain that you were just so overwhelmed with affection that you couldn’t help yourself, he might check your temperature to make sure you’re not sick. Eventually, he’ll get used to it. He seems to tolerate it at best. You have to be careful, if he’s in a certain mood he will snap at you for it. No matter how adorable his pouting is.

The change is, to you at least, sudden. He’s never made any indication that he does more than tolerate you biting him. But there is a day when it seems like everything has gone wrong for Leo. Mikey and Raph literally crashed into him while he was meditating during a prank gone wrong. He spilled his tea on Splinter’s favorite Lionel Ritchie album. Patrol was a hot mess that ended up with Raph injured. By the time Leo makes it to your apartment, all he wants is to lie down and not get up again.

You already have his favorite pizza, so he just needs to eat it and lie down with his head in your lap while you turn on some mindless television to take his mind off things. Your fingers run absentmindedly down his arm as you keep your eyes on the TV. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from biting him, you know it won’t be accepted. You’ll have to find another way to show him how much you love him.

So you startle badly when he lifts his arm and holds it in front of your face. You look down to find him watching you, an intense look you’ve never quite seen before in his eyes. He nods. You hesitate only a moment more before opening your mouth and gently biting down on his wrist. Leo sighs as all the tension leaves him, and your eyes widen as he picks up your hand and brings it to his own mouth. He holds your gaze as he bites down, even more gently than you did to him. Oh. Oh.

After that, he doesn’t do it often. But if you catch him just right, he’ll give you a little love bite back.

~~~

Rise Leo: He would be amused the first time, and a little confused.  Would definitely make a joke bad enough that you start gnawing on him in annoyance. When you explain to him that he is just too cute and you couldn’t stop yourself, he’s going to stare at you for a second as he tries to comprehend that you think he’s cute. Then he’s going to strike a pose and say something about knowing how irresistible he is. He doesn’t mind at all if you keep doing it, but gets super uncomfortable if you do it in public. Every time you bite him, his smile gets a little warmer and more genuine.

It’s a normal day, the day you realize exactly how important you biting him is to Leo. You’ve just arrived at the lair, excited to see him. You drape yourself over his back where he’s reading comics on the floor and snuggle into his cheek, proclaiming dramatically how much you missed him. He leans into you with his customary smirk, not taking his eyes off the page in front of him.

Before you can give him a little bite on the shoulder, practically a customary greeting for the two of you at this point, Mikey calls your name. He wants to show you a piece he recently finished. You get up and follow Mikey out, not noticing the way Leo sits up straight and watches you go with a look of distress. You don’t think anything of the fact that you didn’t give Leo a love bite.

When you return, it’s to find your turtle sulking. When you ask him what’s wrong, he studies you without a word. Then he manhandles you onto the nearest soft flat surface and lays down on top of you. Leo nuzzles your shoulder and stretches his mouth around it, biting down firmly enough for you to feel it but not enough to hurt. You’ll have to apologize later, but for now you just hold him and give him a love bite back.

After that, you can never give him a love bite in public again. But he will bite you back.

~~~~~~~

head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic @writinandcrying

[wingedcupcaketimemachine]

Hi, can i request a headcanon for rottmnt turtles with a gn!reader who loves watching movies and play video games with them?

TMNT Boys x Gamer!GN!Reader Headcanons

Pairings: Rise!TMNT x GN!Reader

Summary: How the boys would react to a S/O who enjoys gaming and movies

Warnings: none

Type: Romantic ❤️, Fluff ☁️

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I'm working on applying to colleges right now, so I'm super behind with requests! Hope you enjoy <3

Headcanons start below cut.

Rise of the TMNT Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Rise!Raph x Reader

Raph is pretty into games

He's not as good as his younger brothers, but he takes every opportunity he can to bond with you

Due to his size, he can sometimes struggle with games since the controller is so much smaller than his hands

Though he hides it well, Raph is just as competitive as his brothers

Since he sometimes struggles with gaming, he makes sure to always team up with you during games night to make sure he's on the winning team

Raph prefers cozy games like animal crossing or stardew valley over more competitive games

One of his favorite things to do with you is vist each others islands and have animal crossing dates

Aside from gaming, watching movies is one of his favorite ways to spend time with you

Before you started dating, he would drag his brothers and April out to the living room for mandatory movie nights at least once a month

Once you start dating, the two of you have ~private~ movies nights together once a week

He’ll watch just about anything, but he can’t handle horror

His favorite movies are either action movies or Disney movies

Since the two of you can go out to normal movie theaters, the two of you sneak out and watch drive-in movies from the rooftops of New York

Rise!Donnie x Reader

Donnie is very into video games

If you've seen the purple game, you know how competitive Donnie can get

If you're as good as him, he'll be very excited to have a worthy challenger

His brothers can never keep up with him, so the two of you will spend days locked up in his lab playing video games until Raph breaks down the door and makes you sleep

Even if you’re not as good as Donnie, he still won’t go easy on you

He may love you, but he loves winning even more

Like Raph, Donnie always teams up with you during games night

Not that he can't hold his own, but he enjoys the bragging rights when the two of you absolutely demolish his brothers in super smash bros

Even though he'd much prefer to play video games, Donnie will still watch movies when you ask

Even though he agrees to watch movies with you, you won't always enjoy it

Donnie has the tendency to talk during movies

A LOT

Don't expect to actually hear what's going on in the movie

Donnie will spend the entire movie pointing out scientific inaccuracies and spoiling the plot, especially if it’s a sci-fi movie

Donnie is very theatre kid coded, so I think he would really enjoy musicals

RIse!Leo x Reader

Leo LOVES gaming

He's not as good as Donnie or Mikey, but he's just as competitive

In addition to be super competitive, Leo's also a very sore loser

He's the type of person to turn off the tv right before someone beats him in Mario Kart

Leo would team up with you during game nights to leech off of you and take all of the credit

He also really enjoys watching movies with you, especially if you’re into sci-fi

Instead of staying cooped up in the lair, he usually just portals you into the back of regular movie theaters where you won’t be seen

Leo also tends to talk during movies

He doesn’t spoil the plot like Donnie, but he’ll ask you questions about the movie that you also don’t know the answer to

He’ll spend the whole movie asking you who certain characters are and why they do certain things, which you also don’t know because you haven’t seen the movie

He also really enjoys movie marathons, so be prepared to spend a week straight watching the entire Jupiter Jim franchise

Rise!Mikey x Reader

Mikey is the second best gamer in the family after Donnie, but he’s not quite as competitive

Besides Raph, Mikey is the most likely to go easy on you and let you win

Even though he’ll go easy on you, the same cannot be said for his brothers

During game night he’ll make sure to pair up with you and give you some of the credit when the two of you beat his brothers

Mikey is a really big movie lover, so watching movies with you is one of his favorite things

He’ll watch any movie you want, but prefers not to watch horror

His favorite type of movie is definitely Disney movies

His brothers are always hovering when the two of you hang out at the lair, so he prefers sneaking over to your house and watching movies in a blanket fort in your room

[mytheoristavenue]

GOTG Rocket x Reader 🍋 - Heatwaves

Summary: Long from home, the ship's air conditioner breaks, resulting in hallucination-inducing heat. Your obvious crush on Rocket doesn't make things any better.

Warnings: Inspired by a series of TMNT fics I did a while back, sexual innuendo, dirty talk, degradation, praise, illness from excessive heat, daydreaming/hallucinating, suggestive situations, sexual tension, judgment impaired by arousal, fem!reader, non specified species!reader, humanoid/anthro!reader, takes place between vol. 2 and infinity war

You were so dizzy, melting into the sofa, sprawled out with no regard for anyone else's comfort. Your head rested against Mantis's leg, while your legs invaded Drax's bubble, not that he minded. His people didn't really understand the concepts of personal space anyhow. You were all in this boat though, Gamora splayed out on the floor as it was the coolest surface in the ship. With this heat, all there was to do to bear it was strip down to the littlest clothing possible before becoming indecent and napping to make the time pass quicker.

"C'mon, you guys, cheer up," Peter forced a cheerful tone from the cockpit. "Rocket said he should be finished with the repairs on the AC tomorrow."

"Thank God," you groaned, pinching the fabric of your tanktop to unstick it from your chest. "I can't take this shit anymore."

"Yeah, I'm so sweaty, it feels like I showered in my clothes." Mantis agreed from above you, doing the same and wiggling all over to have her shirt sit right.

"But you didn't," Drax gave her a lead-poisoned stare. "I have been watching you for hours and you haven't moved, let alone gone to shower." The empath's head very slowly turned towards him, her glare and pursed lips screaming that she was done with his nonsense.

"Ya know," the captain called again. "If you're hot, just think how Rocket feels. It's probably way hotter down there in the boiler, plus he's covered in fur."

"I am Groot." The sapling said, raising his head off Gamora's chest as she nodded, agreeing with him.

"I don't care that fur is like insulation, if you're hot, he's hot. And I don't see any of you trying to help him, so stop whining." Peter's light reprimand, admittedly had pulled on your heartstrings a bit. It was awfully nice of Rocket to fix the AC all by himself, even if he was the only one with the know-how to do it.

"He's right," you sighed, begrudgingly tearing yourself off the sofa, your exposed skin having stuck to it. Finally separated from the mound of leather and flesh, you stumbled over to the kitchenette and threw open the fridge before grabbing a few bottles of water. "Rocket might need some help, I'll go check on him."

-----

You had never been in this part of the ship before, slinking through halls and around protruding pipes and fixtures. It was much hotter down here, closer to the water heating systems. You had to halt for a moment, pressing your hand to the wall for stability as you hunched a bit. If you were already feeling faint, you couldn't imagine how Rocket was feeling. For all you knew, he could have passed out and nobody would have known.

Suddenly you began to make out a distant, distorted racket that echoed and reverberated against every surface. It sounded almost...melodic? Following as it became louder, it led you to a warm light that streamed out from beyond a closed door. You halted for a moment, now being able to separate the noise, which you now recognized as a voice, singing lazily. Rocket never sang in front of people and you almost felt perverted as you listened to his rendition of Silver's 'Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang'. "Now that it's said and we both understand," he softly crooned, voice carrying to far reaches. "Let's say our goodbyes before it gets out of hand."

Inhaling sharply, you finally found it in you to grip the door handle and let yourself in. Orange light flooded out of the small room and the music became as clear as it was going to get, loud enough to conceal the sound of the door opening. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.

Everyone had always been able to tell you were sweet on Rocket, and you'd never done much to hide the fact but seeing him now, bathed in marigold neon, laid flat on his back up underneath a large fixture...shirtless- it was too much for you. His fur was slicked against his chest from sweat and his jumpsuit was tied loosely on his hips, revealing much more of him than you ever could have been prepared to see. Adding to that his admittedly lovely, gruff singing voice, the scene was a recipe for an upset tummy.

Deciding you couldn't handle this, you silently tried to back out of the room, eyes trained on him like a deer in headlights. You may have gotten away with it, had one of the water bottles not fallen from the crook of your elbow, alerting him to your presence. Instantly, he rolled out from under the machine, set down his tools, and sat up, staring at you. "(Y/N), what are you doing down here?"

Now that you could see his face, you were in even worse shape. The white stripes on his cheeks were smeared with grease, whiskers crumpled, and fur unkempt. He looked incredibly rugged- more so than usual. "Hello? Knowwhere to (Y/N)?" he croaked again and waved a hand in front of him, voice hoarse from unrestricted use. "You okay?"

At last, you shook out of your trance, flustered to hell and back, and eagerly swooped down to grab the bottle. "Y-Yeah, I'm great! You're just really hot!" Rocket stared at you for a second, waiting for you to correct yourself before owning the compliment and mocking you for it. Obviously, you didn't take the hint, so that was his cue.

"Well thanks, dollface," he smirked, standing up and sauntering over to the doorway, taking the dropped bottle from you before popping off the cap and chugging it. About halfway through, he stopped with a deep, relieved sigh. "I always thought I was pretty hot but it's still nice to hear it from someone else." That's when your stomach dropped, realizing what you'd said. Time to backtrack.

"Oh my God, no!" you gasped, once again dropping what you were holding to slap your hands to your face. "I don't think you're hot!" Rocket looked at you quizzically, hand on hip. "I-I mean I do think you're attractive, b-but not in a weird way! More like a friend way!"

"Uh-huh," he teased, crossing his arms and leaning on the doorframe. "Friend attraction's the best kind, ya know? And don't sweat it, Quill says I'm hot all the time."

"Rocket, please..." you finally gave in, physically crumbling. "I meant like- you're probably getting hot down here and I wanted to bring you something to drink."

"I know, dollface, I'm just yankin' your chain." he laughed, pushing off the wall and walking back farther into the room to sit on a bucket. "I needed a break anyway, thanks princess."

"Princess...?"

"What?"

"N-Nothing!" You finally let out a sigh of relief, following a bit closer and sitting on the floor. "So how's it coming?" you asked, uncapping your own bottle after passing him the last one.

"Well, I've identified the problem, but I don't got the right parts to fix it. Good news is, I think I was able to work up a temporary replacement that should at least get us back to Knowwhere. I know if we can just get home, I can get a brand new part for cheap-" You weren't sure when, but at some point, you'd stopped listening, mind and eyes wandering.

" Ah, fuck, (Y/N), easy! Yeah, j-just like that, keep movin' just like that for me princess..."

"Are you even listening?" Rocket's annoyed tone brought you out of your daydream. You must have zoned out without realizing it, how embarrassing. "Jeez, you're hopeless, ya know that?" He chided, standing up and grabbing a rag to wipe his hands on.

"Sorry..." you slumped shamefully before trailing him as he got back into position. "H-Hey, is there anything I can do to help you out?"

"Hmm," he paused, laying back down on the creeper, ready to roll back under the unit. "I guess you can keep me company, hand me tools," he proposed, disappearing under the machine. Suddenly his voice dropped an octave, words echoed against metallic surfaces that made you freeze. "I know my girl is very good with my tools."

You squeaked at his sudden turn in demeanor, falling on your behind and scrambling away from him. "W-What?!"

Rocket rolled back out, propping up on an elbow, eyeing you with concern. "What, what'd I say?" he asked frantically. "What's up with you?"

"Y-You said-" you stammered, not even comfortable with repeating what you heard. "Y-You said...I'm g-good with your tools!"

He looked at you like you were the biggest moron he'd ever met. "Well, yeah?" he chastised. "You help me in my shop all the time, so I know you know which ones are which. You're good at knowing which ones to hand me." Your chest heaved as he once again returned to his position, reaching his hand out. His small fingers curled, a sign for you to hand something over. "Gimme that ratchet." Quickly, you placed it in his hand, before clicking open the socket set.

"What size socket?"

"Twelve millimeter." He answered, settling the tool on his stomach to use both hands for whatever he was doing. Scanning the set, you plucked out the shallow twelve millimeter piece and set it on his chest, waiting for him to grab it. He did and growled in dismay, giving it back.

"No, princess," he corrected, gasping through clenched teeth. "Need it deep."

"You...w-what?" you carefully asked, feeling incredibly dizzy and unable to discern truth from hallucination.

"I need the deep twelve millimeter, not the shallow one." Rocket scolded, giving a frustrated sigh as he listened to you scramble for the correct piece, profusely apologizing all the while. Finally, you found the right one, presenting it to him just in time for him to roll out from under the fixture again. "Okay, dollface," he titled his head, worried. "What's your deal?"

"Deal? There's no deal!" you played dumb, laughing nervously, hoping he'd just drop it. "I'm fine, really!"

You went rigid, watching him silently creep closer to you, unsure if this was real or not. Finally, he placed a paw against your cheek and whispered in close: "You're burnin' up, baby."

"Rocket, I don't feel good." you stated abruptly. "I-I think something's wrong with me."

"I'll say," he cooed, dragging his knuckles down the side of your face. "How about you let me change that, hmm?" The world around you began to blur, and all you could make out were his words. You understood that his hands were on you, but you couldn't say where; you couldn't feel it, you couldn't even see clearly. "Yeah, baby just lay down, lemme do all the work." He soothed seductively. "Let daddy take care of you, 'kay, (Y/N)?"

That last word, it was your name, right? He kept repeating it, like a broken record, and suddenly all the gruffness left his voice. You listened as intently as you could, hearing it morph from lustful to monotone, and then increasingly more worried- desperate even. "(Y/N)!" There it was again.

Slowly, as his voice became more clear, the cloudiness in your vision dissipated and your senses began to return. Your cheek burned against hot metal, and you could feel patting on your face. A figure hovered over you, close enough to breathe on you. "Goddamnit, (Y/N), wake up!"

"R-Rocket...?" you stuttered, recognizing the figure. "What's going on...?"

"Nevermind that," he hushed. "Lay back down," Suddenly, he turned away from you, yelling out the door, presumably to the oncoming footsteps stampeding down the hall. "In here!" Your eyelids began to get heavy as the world began to fall away again. The last thing you remember was being lifted into the air by a second, hulking figure, then nothing.

-----

You awoke in your bunk, arctic air breezing by your face. What had happened, how did you get here? Where was Rocket? Your fingers twitched, sore from lack of use and the tips of them caught the sensation of something foreign. Multiple fibers connected to one source, soft in mass but wirey when you singled one out. Letting your hand travel up the organism, you froze, realizing you'd answered one of your questions. Glancing down, you found Rocket, curled in a ball at your side. That was odd, you did share a room, but Rocket never slept in your bunk.

Your movements must have roused him as he stirred under your touch, slowly unfurling himself and stretching out. "You're up," he noted, smiling a bit. "You'll be happy to know the AC is fixed."

Now that you took notice of it, the room was cooler, cold even. "Wow," you yawned, smiling back sleepily. "How long was I out for?"

"About eight hours," he copied, yawning as a reaction to seeing you do the same. You halted a moment, confused.

"Wait, I thought you said it'd take you another day to fix it?" you rubbed sleep from your eye waiting for his explaination.

"Nothin' an all nighter couldn't fix." He laughed exhaustedly, curling back up into your side. You'd usually question his sudden cuddliness, but it made your bed that much cozier. "Honestly, your little heatstroke..." his voice softened a bit. "It scared me a little. I was worried about ya."

"Heatstroke..." you repeated. "That makes so much sense," At least now you had an explanation for all those hallucinations from earlier. Though you were glad to be well again, Rocket's attention was nice, even if it was all in your head. "That explains me hearing and seeing things that weren't there down in the boiler. Sorry for acting so weird.." you confessed sheepishly.

"Don't be sorry," he chuckled cockily, eyes peacefully resting. "We'll definitely be having a lengthy, private conversation about all that after I catch up on some sleep." Your stomach dropped at that, imagining all the terrible outcomes that could result from said conversation. "And for the record, dollface, I do think you're very good at handling my tools, ya know," he smirked, nuzzling your ear. "When you follow directions."

Your stomach did flips as your head began to feel heavy again. "I-I must still be hallucinating...I swear I just heard you say-"

"Did I fuckin' stutter?"

[fishsticksloser]

May request tmnt smut 🔞 one-shot of (Dom! Future Leonardo x bottom! Fem! Adult reader)?

The 2 are in official relationship, as they were trying new clothes and outfits they bought their collection were quite the spicy one and turns on, and it was enough for them to decide to take the relationship to a new level.

Truly Madly Deeply

f!Leo x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, fluff, flirting, sex, p in v plus aftercare, fingering, oral (female receiving), first time together, Leo centered 2nd person, red eared slider courtship rituals, so much consent, Leo talks a lot, please let me know if I missed anything

A/N: This is explicit, don't like it? Move on... Sorry there's not much of reader talking, I got sick and kinda gave up... I have learned things that I would rather forget... But I'll share because I'm going insane... turtle penises are 30-40% the size of their body... Meaning the Future Leo we meet in the movie's junk is... 26.4-38.72 inches long... Because he's 7ft4in... I apologize for putting this information on you. No I don't...

"Damn, baby...!" Leo whistles, seeing you in one of your new outfits. He sits on your bed, politely commenting on your new clothes.

"This next one, I think you're really gonna like..." You smile, going back into the bathroom and changing. You looked yourself in the mirror, the dark blue lingerie laying beautiful in your skin. You step out and do a small spin for Leo. Leo's fingers are sitting in his lap, wiggling. "What you doing there, Leo?"

"Huh? Oh..." Leo looks down at his hand before hiding them. "Sorry."

"What does that mean?" You ask, smiling at him, genuinely intrigued.

"Uh..." Leo blushes, covering his face. "It's to attract a mate..." He mumbles the last part, it's almost to quiet to hear.

"So... You're flirting?" You smile, approaching him. His blush darkens and he nods slightly, watching you apprehensively. "Cute..."

"Cute!?" He gasps dramatically. Leo's fingers wiggle more, unable to stop them. Leo decides to grab your hips, pulling you onto his lap. He smiles flirtatiously. "You look amazing..."

He kisses you softly, his hand staying on your waist respectively. You can feel him smile when you wrap your arms around his neck. Leo kisses you deeper, your hands splayed out on his carapace. He flips you onto the bed, hovering over you. Somehow - guessing pure strength - he didn't break the kiss.

"Do you want to stop?" Leo pulls away and looks at you, a soft yet hungry look in his eyes. "You can tell me and this doesn't go any further. I want to make sure your comfortable, that matters more than anything."

"I don't want you to stop." You answer, nodding at him. Leo smiled softly, kissing you again, practically vibrating in excitement.

"You want to take our relationship to the next level?"

"That's what I just said, isn't it?"

"Just making sure..."

Leo uses his amputated arm to hold himself up, his other caressed your side. Sparks ignited as Leo's lips brushed yours tentatively. Your lips were warm and soft, like they were every time you two kissed, still his heart raced. He almost worried his heart was beating so hard it would crack his plastron.

"I don't deserve you..."

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard..."

He hovers over you, pressing your bodies together as his heart hammers in his chest. He slowly makes his way down, his breath warm and heavy as his nose brushes your neck. Leo’s fingers trail up and down your arm, teasing over your skin, over your lingerie, over your back and shoulders. His mouth doesn’t stray far from your body, his breath hot against your ear as his hand wanders. He’s not taking the lingerie off — not yet. There’s more to this, to the way he’s touching you. Leo is exploring.

"God, you're so beautiful," he whispers into your ear, moving his tongue up your neck until finally meeting your lips with his own. He kisses you tenderly, wanting to make the first time between you just... perfect. Leonardo wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close as your tongues dance in each other's mouths. He pulls away after a moment, smiling down at you.

"Is this alright?" He asks, voice slightly breathless. "I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"Yes, yes. I'm fine." You answer, breathlessly. Leo can feel a warm hand trail up his chest, slowly drawing across his collar as it wraps around the back of his neck and pulls Leo into a kiss, you push him gently back into the mattress and press into him.

He doesn't move for a moment, stunned by your boldness, the way you take control, his heart racing as you kisses him, and for a moment, he forgets about all the things he's scared of, everything he hates about himself and just enjoys this moment.

"Is this okay...?" You all, pulling away from him. You look down, both of you absolute messes; lips swollen, eyes dilated, faces red.

"Yes, it’s okay." His voice full of affection and wonderment as the warm sensation of your touch radiates through his body, his heart still fluttering slightly. You lean back down and kiss him, slowly moving to kiss down his jaw and neck. Leo closes his eyes, relaxing into the kisses, enjoying your touch as you kiss his jaw, his neck. There’s a deep, passionate hunger to the way you kisses him, like you've been waiting for this.

You gently take his hand, guiding it to your back. Leo catches on, slowly unclipping your bra. He pulls it off, setting it to the side. His eyes are soft as he admires you, his heart beating out of his chest.

"You like what you see?" You tease.

"I love what I see," Leo replies, tracing his finger along your side. His eyes are filled with admiration, his lips parted in a slight breath for how gorgeous you look. "You’re absolutely beautiful..."

You laugh softly, tracing the dips in his plastron. "You lost all your cockiness... Still flirty, but not like normal..."

"It's you... You do all these things to me," he replies gently, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. "You make my brain stop working, make my heart jump out of my chest. You turn me into a soft blob of whatever it is I am." Leo smiles, feeling warm in his chest as he gently traces your face with his thumb.

"Now I've got poetic Leo, huh...?" You hum softly, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch.

"I know, crazy, right?" He kisses the corner of your mouth, tracing the outline of your lips with his tongue. His eyes are warm and soft as they look at you. "I never thought I’d say this to anyone again, but I love you. You're just so damn amazing. How could I not be poetic around you...? Am I being cheesy?"

"Very, but... I love you too."

He laughs and tackles you, so you're laying underneath him again. He leans down to nibble on your neck again.

"You're beautiful, smart, funny, charming, sexy... What else can I say?" Leo holds you by your hip, pinning you down to the bed as he smiles to himself. He gives you a cocky grin and speaks in a hushed tone. "Your smile is the brightest thing I've ever seen."

"You're the most amazing person I'll ever meet. I can't believe I found you. You're so damn gorgeous... Everything about you is just perfect..." Leo starts nibbling from your collar bone up to your jaw, slowly tracing his hand up your thigh. "I want to take you to the next level, baby... So... How should we go about it?"

"Just do what feels right..."

"Your wish is my command," Leo leans down, his lips brushing gently against yours. You can feel his breath against your skin, his heartbeat pounding against you. Leo pulls back slowly, his eyes locked on to yours. Leo smirks, a devilish, playful gleam in his eyes, his hand trailing up and around your body. "You trust me, baby? Because I'm gonna make you feel really, really good."

"With my life..." You answer, watching him somewhat curiously.

“Good,” Leo replies breathlessly, trailing his lips over your chest and stomach, slowly kissing his way to your bellybutton. “Because I’m here to make you feel better than you ever thought you could. More alive than you ever knew was possible…”

"You're... You're incredibly sexy right now.." You pant, his lips still gliding over your skin.

"What can I say, I know how to treat the woman I love." Leo chuckles at your comment, kissing down your stomach. "You’re... incredibly sexy yourself," he whispers to you, his head coming up to meet yours. The heat and passion he feels for you in his eyes is practically contagious.

"Your skin is soft, your body is beautiful, and you deserve to feel it too…" Leonardo's eyes go back to your neck and stomach. "I want to make it worth it, baby. I’m only getting warmed up…"

Leo smiles at you gently, kissing you again with genuine love and affection. His hand takes your chin and holds you in the kiss, closing his eyes as he leans down to nibble on your neck, on your collarbone, working his way down to your chest.

"Anything you want, baby," he groans, kissing your stomach, trailing his hand over your thigh and up your side. "Anything to make you feel good." He whispers breathlessly. Leo gently parts his lips, blowing a soft puff of air along your stomach before leaning in, planting more kisses along your belly. "You got it, sweetheart…"

Leo hears your breath hitch as he finally remove the last piece of your clothing- your underwear. Leo pauses for a moment after pulling off your underwear, his fingers tracing your hips as he looks you over. Leo looks at the underwear for moment, biting his lip with a smile on his face.

"You're... stunning." He whispers quietly, his heart once more roaring in his chest. He looks you in the eye, concern on his face as he searches your face, seeing you're a little anxious. "You okay, baby? Do we need to stop? You want me to turn off the lights?" He cups your face in his hand, leaning in for a small kiss.

"No... No! This is just our first time together..." You mumble, shaking your head. You wrap your arms around yourself.

"I get why you’re nervous… What's on your mind? Let me help." Leo pulls himself back up, hovering above you as he waits to hear what you have to say.

"Just... I want to make you feel good too." You huff softly, crossing your arms over your chest. You pout playfully, looking up at him. "It's also not very fair for you to still have clothes on."

"I understand." He winks, his voice smooth as butter with that signature grin of his, looking down at you. With one swift movement, he pushes his sweatpants off his hips, letting them drop to the floor. He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly as he lets you take in his body, letting his nakedness speak for him. "You're impatient."

"I'm not impatient." You continue to pout.

"You're face tells a different story, pretty girl." He chuckles under the weight of his teasing. "We can take this as slow as you want it. You know I don't want you to feel awkward or uncomfortable, right?"

"I understand and... I'm ready." You answer. Leo leans down and kisses your stomach, hand gliding over your thighs.

"Good," he purrs, his lips tracing down your belly. "Ready to have your world rocked, babe...?"

"Absolutely." You laugh, your arms wrapping around him again.

Leo flashes you the familiar smirk as your lips meet once more. "Alright, then," he whispers breathlessly, his hips grinding gently against yours. "Let’s get to it, shall we?"

Leo hears you moan softly into his mouth as he grinds his hips against you. His hand drift down to your legs, caressing them softly. He traces shapes towards your slit. His fingers gently brush your heat, experimentally.

Leo pulls away slightly and looks down at you, his tongue slipping from his mouth to brush against your neck. "You sure you’re ready to take this step?" He’s suddenly serious, his breath slow and soft as he looks into her eyes. "There’s no taking it back."

"Yes I'm sure... I want this. I want you." You reply, cupping his face gently.

He smiles thoughtfully and kisses your cheek. "Alright, babe," Leo whispers slowly, "I'm going to make this great, you have my word…" He kisses you again, moving his hand up your ankle and leg. After a second, he trails his fingers up and around your thigh. He pauses, taking a deep inhale before kissing your hips and stomach again, feeling your breathing speeding up. "Slow and steady wins the race, yeah...?"

You nod and snort slightly at his little joke. Leo smiles widely before kissing your hips and down to your thighs. He gently drapes your thighs over his shoulders, resting your legs on his shell. Leo kisses, nibbles, and licks his way to where you needed him most. He gives a tentative lick along your folds. He pauses and makes eye contact with you, asking if he could continue. Once he gets a small nod from you, he practically dives in. Leo may be a bit sloppy due to his excitement, but he makes sure you're feeling good - keeping eye contact so he can see any and every change in your face. Leo pulls away for a moment to catch his breath and to somewhat change directions. He slowly pushes a thick finger into you, kissing your thighs to relax you. Leo is still studying your face to check for any changes.

"Are you okay?" He asks, breathlessly. He moves back down, kissing your stomach softly, waiting for an answer.

"I'm fine." You answer just as softly, he smiles up at you before pushing his finger in more. Leo smiles smugly to himself as he watches your head fall back against the bed. He slowly thrusts his finger into you, not wanting to hurt you. He gently pushes his other finger in, watching you intimately. He's slow, methodical. Stretching you out while also being soft and gentle.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" He asks softly, with a slight bit of concern. He removes his fingers and finally kneeling between your legs. He kisses all over your face, pushing in slowly. Leo feels you squirm and he stops, pausing and looking up at you intently. "Are you ok? Did that hurt?" His voice is soft, gentle, and concerned, and he wants to make sure you’re comfortable. "Please let me know. It’s totally ok if you want to stop."

"I'm okay, promise." You answer softly. Leo nods and kisses you quickly. He presses himself against your body, pushing into you like before, to make sure you're fully comfortable.

"We can do this at a pace you're comfortable at. We don't have to rush… This can go at whatever speed you want it to." He moves his hand back to your waist, kissing your neck once more before moving his hand back down to your thigh. Leo continues with small and gentle movements, watching your face and expressions to make sure you’re alright. Leo stops when you whine, frowning worriedly. He looks at you intently. "Are you ok? Should I stop? Are you in pain?" he asks frantically, stopping all motion and pulling out slightly. "Please tell me what to do. I don't want to bring you any hurt or pain!" he says, sounding legitimately worried for you.

Leo frowns, still worried about hurting you. He pulls out completely now, looking at you for any signs that something is wrong. “I’m so sorry. I really don’t want to hurt you, I promise.” He sighs softly. "Do you want to keep trying, or do you want to just stop?"

"No! I'm okay." You promise. Leo moves slowly, trying to be very careful not to hurt you. He looks up at your face intently and then looks back down again.

"Tell me everything that you're feeling, ok? I want to make sure you're comfortable and that you're ok." His voice is soft and soothing, as he continues his patient movement. Leo slows to a stop, as far in as your body allows. He looks up at you intently, his eyes conveying a sense of calm and a desire to put your well-being ahead of his own desires, and moves his fingers into your hair, starting to stroke it. "Ok-Okay, I'll just stay right here for a bit now," You hear a hint of concern in his tone, as he looks at you earnestly, his eyes full of concern. Leo pulls out slightly to give you some space to adjust to his size. He waits patiently, looking down at you for any sign that you're ok.

"Okay... I'm okay." You breathe. Leo starts moving again, going slowly once more. You can tell that he's trying his hardest to be careful, and he still stops every few seconds to make sure that you're okay. His eyes are filled with concern as he looks down at you intently, and his heart is filled with a profound desire to respect you and make you feel safe and comfortable. When you let out a soft moan, he feels his face flush, and his breathing deepens. He moves his mouth closer to you, kissing the corner of your mouth.

"You're so beautiful… you're so perfect." he whispers. He kisses your cheek for a moment before pulling back and slowly starting to speed up. His eyes are filled with love, and his breath grows heavier as he gets into the rhythm. Leo smiles, watching your face and body react. "Wow. You like that, huh?" He asks, continuing his slow, deliberate strokes. He looks up at you, waiting for a reply with a look of soft-hearted adoration.

Leo chuckles as he hears your moans. "I'll take that as a yes," he says with a grin. "I'm glad you're having a good time." He moves to kiss you gently. "You feel amazing… You're so beautiful, you know that. You're perfect. Absolutely perfect." The words fall out of his throat, as he stares into your eyes, he's breathing heavily through his nose now, his face growing red with his face covered in sweat. His eyes convey an immeasurable amount of desire and passion.

Leo pulls you close to him as he speeds up a tad. His eyes are filled with adoration as he watches you intently, wanting you to feel good and to get the most out of this. It's obvious just how much you mean to him, and how you're an integral part of his life. He keeps going, wanting this to be something you'll remember fondly. Leo's forehead falls against yours. "I'm close…Are you close too?"

"Yes!" You tell him quickly. Leo continues his movements, not wanting to stop for even a moment. He's lost in the moment, in the intimacy, in the passion, and he's just so in awe of you.

Leo kisses you once more, passionately and intensely, you both climax together, before he pulls away slowly. His breath is heavy, and he seems completely content. His face is filled with passion and pride, and he looks down at you fondly with eyes full of pure adoration.

"Wow… That was incredible…" His voice drips with awe, love, and warmth. He slowly pulls out, trying to make it as painless as possible. "You're so beautiful and so perfect! I can't believe I get to love you,"

"Quite the charmer..." You hum softly, completely breathless, kissing him again.

“Did you like it that much? Am I that good?” Leo asks with an amused grin. He kisses you again, softly and tenderly. You shove him playfully, watching him dramatically fall onto the bed next to you. Leo chuckles at your reaction. “Alright… I’m sorry, I don’t mean to come across as conceited.” He sighs softly, still teasing slightly. “But that was… incredible. I’m really glad I was able to pleasure you.”

You snort at him and kiss him gently, leaning over him. "Clean up time..." You mumble softly.

"Bath?"

"Preferable... As long as you join me."

"I'm going anywhere my queen desires." He winks at you. Leo scoops you up and carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the toilet so he can prep the bath. Leo helps you slide in once its' ready before sliding in behind you. "You're a queen," he whispers into your ear. "A goddess, the most beautiful woman I've had the pleasure of meeting in all of my years."

You spin around in the tub to face him, kissing him hard. Leo's caught off guard by your surprise, aggressive kiss and flushes red, knocking his breath out of him. A low moan escapes his throat as he slowly lays down in the water with you, kissing you back with passion as he holds you closely. "You know I love you, sweetpea," he mumbles with a soft smile.

[yorshie]

Hii, I just Saw that your request are open and I couldn't help myself because i just love your work so much, especially "Pick Up the phone", i just want to know more! Could you do after the incident how the relationship grew and if the turtles ended up together with her??

hmmmm...listen. I knew exactly where Pick Up The Phone was going eventually when I wrote it, I just got a wee bit distracted writing other things. I guess it's about time I completed the story, I'm just really sorry because I'm sure you weren't thinking there'd be this much angst in it. Thank you for requesting this, hope you like it enough to wait til the third part before you write off the story as just sad.

PICK UP THE SLACK

Bayverse TMNT x Fem Reader Part One

Length: 5.7k

Summary/warnings: SFW, reader deals with the fallout of witnessing the turtles commit violence on her behalf. Warnings include: angst, trauma and coping with that trauma, panic attacks, complicated relationships, and, because when I wrote the first part the relationship was a bit vague, we're going with turtles have caught Feelings but reader isn't aware. Set in 2023 - turtles are 24-25

Tag list: @jackalope-in-a-storm @tmnt-tychou @spooneyes

[Hey Angel! Would you like to come hang out for a little bit? I’m grabbing some noodles and Leo’s pulled out some of his old tapes?]

You stared at the text, thumb hovering over the keyboard, torn between answering- even if it was just a few words- and not responding at all.

Outside your apartment, an early summer storm curled its way in-between the buildings, fog pressing up against the window like a hand pressing its palm flat against the glass. While it wasn’t raining yet, the way your soft hair clung to your sweater said it would soon.

Your arm itched in it’s colorful cast, and your phone screen dimmed from inactivity, pulling your attention back to the problem at hand. You sighed, set the little device to the side before curling in on yourself and scrubbing your free hand over you face.

You didn’t mean to avoid the turtles. It just sort of happened… before you realized it was happening.

Memories of that night were a little hazy, a little blurry when you tried to focus on them. You remember Donnie and Leo dropping you off at the hospital in the wee hours of the morning, Donnie clipping something to the back of your ear to help them keep track of you before Leo nudged you towards the emergency room doors.

You remember the nurses fussing over you, asking questions. You gave them the answers Donnie whispered to you over the little comm, too tired and out of it to keep anything straight. You were barely aware of the way people danced around you, the pointed questions, too preoccupied with the burn in your arm and the fog in your head to worry about what anyone else thought.

They tried to get you to talk to a social worker when you doggedly reiterated your story over and over. When you refused, the nurses traded looks, and it bothered you more that they thought you weren’t aware enough to clock the silent messages than their obvious conclusion to your injuries. 

Finally, after hours of dancing around, they confirmed that your arm was broken, but the break was clean and not all the way through, the doctor coming in to set the cast correctly before leaving you to the nurses once more.

They tried to keep you overnight for observation. When you refused that as well, they slapped a prescription in your hands to help with the pain and you were finally free, too far gone to worry about a tail following you out despite Donnie whispering in your ear.

You left by the front door, not really sure but walking on autopilot, unaware you were moving away from your watching protectors. Leo had scooped you up at the first alleyway you’d crossed, gaze curious. You knew he wanted to ask what was wrong, but you didn’t have an answer to give him. Not one that you could articulate, anyway.

The trip back to your apartment was a blur, but you remember distinctly standing in the middle of your living room, aware that someone had been in your space recently. Things had been moved. It wasn’t quite a good feeling, but you were too spaced to do more than blink and watch silently as Leo brushed past you and headed for your bathroom. He returned with a small bag of toiletries, and you hadn’t had the clarity to wonder how he knew what to grab.

“Why?” You’d asked, and maybe you’d tried to get out more words, but your throat was still so tight, the rest of the sentence trailing off into a slurred hum that had Donnie reaching for your arm.

“Raph forgot your toothbrush. “Leo said like it was common sense, tone gentle despite his tilted head, and you blinked again, an errant, floating thought wondering why Raph was even here in the first place.

Without thinking, you had looked around at your little space again. You swayed, silent, until you clocked movement in the corner of your vision and you realized both turtles were watching you worriedly. 

“I want… to stay here.” You slurred out, pressing a hand up to your eye to keep your brain in place.

“You have a concussion.” Donnie interjected softly, practical and no nonsense. His hand slid up your arm to palm the side of your face, to cover your hand. “It’s really not a good idea for you to be alone right now.”

“But…” You tried to tilt your head up to look at him, failing somewhere around his shoulders.

“No buts,” Leo said, and you realized you had trailed off mid-thought. “You’re going to the Lair where we can watch over you. I don’t like how fast you’re deteriorating.”

You didn’t want to- might have even opened your mouth to slur out a weak protest, but Donnie was already hoisting you up, curling his lean arms around your torso and legs to keep you close against him as he followed Leo back out the window.

You had conceded to staying the night in the Lair, let the four turtles take turns making sure you were alright, suffered through the wake up checks before being lulled back to sleep against one of them while the tv played softly in the background, low enough that the sound garbled everything around you. 

You weren’t exactly sure who was who, but you knew you woke up to each of them at least one, vibrant eyes staring into your own and fingers smoothing over the angles of your cheekbones, too close and too personal. You weren’t sure if it was your skin or theirs that felt feverish. Weren’t sure if it was your dreams or them that kept you jolting awake, crying and sweaty, but you were always aware of how strong their hands held you, how alien the rumble in their chests sounded, and the inky darkness always pressing at the edge of your vision.

In the morning you had bullied Mikey into taking you home, claiming the need of showering in your own space. He had conceded after you had threatened walking,  sweet face falling into sadness when he had waffled and you had started outright bawling at the overwhelmed feeling gripping your chest.

Mikey had dropped you off at your apartment, and you had locked the window, turned off your phone, and bawled in the shower for an hour straight.

That had been two weeks ago. Now, the weather was turning, the first pings of rain occasionally hitting your window, and- and your phone was vibrating on the couch seat next to you.

“Please.” You whispered into your hands, before unfurling and letting your head rest against the couch cushions to stare at the ceiling. “Please, stop checking in on me.”

The phone stopped buzzing as if it heard your plea, and you had a moment of blissful numbness, your eyes sliding to half mast as you stared at the opposite wall.

You didn’t know what was wrong with you, why your thoughts moved so slow, so tepid. You didn’t understand why you were avoiding the turtles, your friends, but somewhere in the back of your mind you were scared and tired of the way your hands shook, of the way you kept looking around for the next thing coming. It had to stop.

All at once, you felt that awful ball of emotion in your chest again. The one that hadn’t fully disappeared since you had broken down in the harsh light of Donnie’s medical room, when the turtles had held your breaking pieces together. The seesaw of emotions teetered violently under your skin.

You needed to be held together. 

Your phone started buzzing again, and this time your palm landed down on it with an audible smack, hand curling around to answer before you could think about the consequences.

“Mikey?” You rasped into the speaker, not quite sure what exactly you were asking but hoping he’d have an answer.

“Um… no. It’s me.” Came Leo’s apologetic tone, and you winced hard, but before you could apologize he was barreling onwards, “I can- I can get Mike for you-”

“Leo.” You wanted to shout his name, but it came out quiet. He stopped though, mid sentence, silent as he waited. 

“I’m sorry.” You finally choked out. “I saw Mikey’s message, thought it was him calling.”

“Ah.” Leo breathed into the phone, and your lips almost twitched, the sound familiar despite all the times you’d tried to teach him how to angle his phone so the air wouldn’t whistle. “That’s… why I’m calling, actually? We thought maybe you hadn’t seen it.”

“I saw.” You were quiet for another minute, your mouth opening and closing several times, trying to get the words you wanted to come out but they stayed lodged in the back of your throat, tasting more awful with every passing second.

Leo was patiently quiet through it all, though you know he must have heard you lick your lips and your breath stutter each time you tried to start. Finally though, just as you were on the brink of whining at whatever it was you were failing to articulate, he spoke, his words a low rumble that rubbed against your ears.

“I wish you were here.” He said, and it unfurled something tight in your chest. “We miss you.”

And just like that, whatever was in your throat came out like a sob, and you pressed your arm across your eyes and leaned forward, emotion running from your throat to your chest in a heady rush until you couldn’t tell if it was elation or a sharp stab.

“I miss you guys too.” You got it out, somehow, too raw to know if you were telling the truth, but it was ripped out of you. 

Leo made that low noise that you had only heard a handful of times before, where he was concerned but stuck, and the sound had you hiccuping at the knowledge that with this he couldn’t just pick you up and run from the danger.

“Can… can you come get me?” You started, stopped, powered through, and he answered too quickly, like he had been waiting for those words to leave your mouth.

“Raph’s on his way.” His tongue clicked, voice disappearing for a moment in what you assumed was his head pulling away to check on something. “Should- he should be there any minute.”

There was the heady rush of elation, the swoop at the top of the roller coaster you were waiting on. It felt a lot like falling though. You dug your nails deeply into your leg to stay focused.

“Stay on the phone?” With me, but it felt a little too much like an admission to breathe it out, but he didn’t hesitate in his answer.

“Of course.” 

You breathed out low, letting the soft sounds from his side of the phone lull you back into a sort of calm numbness. You weren’t sure if a minute passed, or ten, but all too soon there was a tap at your window and you startled. 

Leo must have heard the way your breath hitched. “Raph?”

“Y-yeah,” you pressed your palm into you eye, trying to steady yourself. “Guess… I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah, yeah. You will.” He promised, stubborn enough to make you be the one to hang up. 

You don’ think Leo warned his brother, because when you drew back the curtain to unlock the window, you could feel Raph burning a stare into the side of your head despite the way you kept your eyes stubbornly on the tricky task of unlocking the latch one handed.

He took over the job as soon as you lifted it enough for him to wedge his fingers under the pane. The window rattled a bit when he shoved it upwards with a grunt, and you flinched at the sound, before cutting off all movement at the feel of a heavy hand settling on the tear tracks on your cheeks.

“Sweetheart?” He asked, thumb moving across skin made sensitive from you scrubbing at it. “Who- whose ass am I-”

“It’s nothing.” You whispered up at him, ducking away from his hand before chasing it with your own on instinct. You shivered at the way his hand swallowed yours whole and had grip left over for your wrist. “Just… feeling a bit-”

He pulled you closer, and you heard the sound you had gotten acquainted with the night they had watched over you, that rumble deep under his plastron that lingered at the edge of your auditory range. “Are you ok?”

No. “Yes.” Your eyes burned at the outright lie, and he leveled a shoulder against the edge of your window, raised his other hand to slide a knuckle under your chin. “Not… really.” 

You whispered the confession with eyes fixed just over his shoulder, and he tilted his head until all you could see was the color of his bandana. “Talked to… Leo, about it… a bit. Just- well.” You brought up your free hand to press at your forehead, and the hand under your chin slid away. “Not really sure what’s… going on. Sorry.”

“You don’t gotta be sorry.” Raph assured you, tugging your other hand down when you started scrubbing at your face again, grip gentle on your cast. “As long as no one needs a lesson on not messin’ with ya.”

You shivered at the reminder, and the feeling of his hands swallowing yours became just a little to visceral for a moment. When you tried to tug out of his grip, he let you, though his rough sigh showed his frustration at the action. 

You turned your head to the side to avoid the feeling that sound pulled up. “Can we… just go to the Lair?”

“Gotta say somethin’, first.” Raph argued, and you sighed roughly, but nodded for him to continue.

The ledge under the window creaked as he leaned through it, and you felt his fingers whisper over the nape of your neck before he cupped it, finger nudging the far side of your jaw to convince you to look at him.

You did, slowly, hand coming to absently rub at the thin skin above your cast where it suddenly itched. 

“The last thing I ever wanna do,” He spoke lowly, holding your gaze, “is hurt you, sweetheart. I need you to know that, ok?”

You stared into his green flecked eyes, the color starting to swim as you felt tears well up. You blinked hard, nodding when he made a questioning rumble, and didn’t stutter at the feel of his thumb wiping across your face.

“Good. S’long as you know that.” He blew out a breath. When you reopened your eyes, and gave you a small crooked smile that looked like a shadow of the one he normally threw your way. “You ready to get going?”

You nodded, voice still locked in your tight throat, and took his offered hand to help clamber over the sill, straddling the worn wood before he leveled his weight backwards and you had enough room to sling your good arm over his shoulders.

The rain was soft pricks of cold across the back of your neck, Raph’s shell icy where your arm was pressed against it. You had a moment to wonder if you should climb back inside for a coat, but Raph’s next words drowned out the thought.

“Hold on tight with that arm.” He warned, his own arm slotting under your thighs, hand curling around one knee while the other squeezed just under his shell. “Taking the fast route through the tunnels, so might be best to close your eyes, princess.”

You nodded into his neck, breathing out slow when he abruptly let go of the ledge and you both free fell through the fog.

Leo was the first one you saw when you and Raph entered the Lair through the turnstiles, arms crossed and swaying back and forth, eyes trained on the floor as he listened to Donnie speak. The purple turtle was leaning against the table, long legs crossed in front of him, gesturing with his hands as he made some point to the leader in blue.

“-perfectly normal to come away from that with trauma, we should have been on the look out for it.” 

Leo made some low sound at that, shaking his head in denial. “You know for a fact this wasn’t suppose to happen, whether or not we were on the look out for-” He broke off when he caught sight of the two of you, straightening and going still, and the change in his stance was enough to have Donnie turning around to squint as well.

“Mother hens say ‘what’.” Raph groused, large hand only tightening around the bend of your knee when you tried to slide out of his grip. The added height meant you didn’t have to crane up to meet the other two’s gaze, and after a moment you leaned back against Raph’s covered shoulder, let his shoulder pad bite into the slope of your head as Leo moved to stand in front of the red turtle.

“Hey.” He said, gaze flicking to your arm before settling on your face. You could see Donnie’s lips compress out of the corner of your eye, feel the tendons in Raph’s neck flex as he no doubt rolled his eyes.

You gave Leo a tight lipped smile, knew from the way both his and Donnie’s eyes jumped around your face that it was still rubbed raw from crying and scratching at it. “I was told there would be old movies and noodles?”

Leo blew out a breath at your words, his shoulders sagging, but Donnie stepped forward, hands careful as he gestured towards your cast and ran his thumbs along your limb when you held it outwards.

“Any new pain?” He asked, and when you shook your head no he seemed pleased, one hand sliding to cup along the back of your shoulder. “Well that’s good. I’ve projected that you should only have six more weeks in the cast, but I’d still like to take a proper look sometime tonight.”

The thought of going back into the sterile medical room had you swallowing heavily, pulse jumping as nausea rose up to press at your throat. “I don’t- I don’t think-”

“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.” Raph said from behind you, and your head dipped, pulling your arms back in to hold them tight against your sides. “Don doesn’t have’ta poke-”

You didn’t really hear what he was saying, mouth moving on autopilot, a small voice prompting you to explain instead of keeping everything wrong wedged up under your ribs. When you interrupted him, Raph’s jaw all but snapped shut. 

“-I don’t… want to go in that room again.” You said, more to the hand still locked around your knee than anyone else.

Donnie’s thumb rubbed a soothing stroke across your shoulder, and you made yourself relax into the motion, finding it comfortable when the digit repeated the trek. “Alright, that’s perfectly fine.” He bobbed his head, glasses catching on the light. “As long as there’s nothing new, it should be fine.”

You nodded to show you understood, and Leo spoke up again. “Mikey’s still getting the food, but would you mind waiting on the couch while we do some last minute cleaning?” 

You shook your head no, not missing the way glances were traded over your tendency to remain non-verbal. 

“Ok, then. I’ll start one of those movies to keep you company until we’re done.” Leo murmured, then led the way into the living room area, bending to shuffle an old tape out of its cover and into the player. You were distracted from watching him when Raph finally released your knee and let you slip onto the blanket covered couch. 

“Be right back.” He tapped the top of your head to make sure he had your attention. “Don’t go disappearin, kay?”

“Kay.” You made yourself say, just to break your silence. You were rewarded with a little quirk of his lips, and a searching look from Donnie before the three shuffled out of the room and left you with the tv turned down low.

The movie was about a blind samurai, you thought, the opening scene a little familiar. Leo must have shown it to you before, but the monotone coloring was soothing, the subtitles large, blocky and blurry before you closed your eyes and just listening to the way the voices ebbed and flowed, uncaring that you didn’t have any idea what they were saying.

It wasn’t… as difficult, now that you were here. As long as you didn’t go into the medical room. And it was good to see your friends again. Something tight slowly started to ease in your muscles. The Lair was always a safe space, had always been a place you looked forward to visiting when you were invited. You repeated the mantra as the music from the movie started to swell.

The skin above your cast itched again, and you snuck a finger into the space right at the edge, dragged a nail along the little area. A lull in the movie’s soundtrack, and you hummed, knowing a fight scene was coming up, before faint voices had your eyes cracking open.

You sat up slowly, turning just your head to better catch where the words were coming from. 

That was Donnie’s voice, just out of sight, and a harsh answering whisper that sounded like Raph had you moving on autopilot, feet quiet as you slipped a little rounding the couch. The whispers led you to the edge of Donnie’s half dome of monitors, the voices tucked behind the half closed door that led deeper into the Lab space.

“-get your head out your shell and stop pushing.” It was a patient tone you had heard a couple of times, a patent Leo Lecture, as Mikey called them behind his brother’s back to make you and Donnie snort with laughter.

Raph’s voice was much rougher in answering, “‘M not pushin, Fearless. All I did was tell her I didn’t want to hurt her, that’s it.”

“That’s obviously enough to set her off, Raphael.” Leo's stern words were followed by the sound of a palm shoving a face, and you wondered who shoved who before Donnie’s words cut between the two, and in-between your ribs.

“None of us thought it would turn out like this, but we shouldn’t jump to conclusions until we figure out what the problem is exactly. Obviously,” he lingered on the word, “she’s experiencing some fight or flight response concerning us, but it could be left over from the ‘experience’, not our feelings for-.”

“She doesn’t know anything about that.” Raph cut in. “Or it’s not what’s buggin’ her. Came right to me when I got there.”

Your heart stopped, then thundered over itself to make up the difference, and you swallowed hard enough to feel the pull in the tendons on either side of your throat protest. 

“Whether or not she knows, it’s enough that she’s on edge.” Leo’s voice came out clipped, tight, and you took a little step to the side, fingers finding the edge of Donnie’s desk as you struggled to listen through deep breaths. “We had a plan. It was working.”

“If that fucker hadn’t needed a beatdown, we wouldn’t be back to square one, but it is what-”

A hand, palm cool and callused, skirted up your cast free arm, and you shrieked, jumping backwards, hitting Donnie’s desk and sending half the bobbits strew across the surface clattering into the floor.

You were crying before you even registered it was Mikey, the orange turtle cooing and apologetic as he tightened his grip on you and tried calming you down. “Hey, babes- baby, I’m so sorry, please-”

You were shoving at him, ineffectively, palms scraping across the buckles of his backpack, but the sound of the heavy door you’d been eavesdropping at opening violently had you babbling out your own apologies at the green blobs with splashes of color across their faces crowded around you. Your heart thundered in your chest, color high in your face and nose running like a leaky faucet as they tried again and again to get you to calm down.

When they realized you weren’t calming down, and your breathing was turning into high pitched wheezes as your throat closed up in panic, you found yourself picked up, carried through the Lair. You squawked in panic when you thought they were heading for the medical room before whoever was holding you split to the right and the bathroom door loomed up instead.

It wasn’t until you were plopped down in front of one of the personalized sinks that you realized Leo had apparently lost the battle with his ‘get you someplace safe’ instincts, but his distraction with checking you over allowed you to shove your cast into his beak and duck into one of the widened bathroom stalls, effectively putting a barrier up between you and the four turtles.

You slid the flimsy lock home, and braced your arm across the door, shivering and heaving for breath between sobs. The four turtles were murmuring to themselves, not being quiet at all but the roaring in your ears kept you from making out words. With a stilted heave that whistled through your closed throat, you banged your fist against the door, the action sending vibrations through your muscles and tethering you to the ground.

The outside door shut, and for a moment you thought you were alone, that they had left you to settle. The thought had you pressing your forehead against the inside of your elbow, a stifled sob hitching your shoulders.

“Babes?” Michelangelo asked, and every muscles in your body went taunt once more.

He was quiet, though you could hear the sound of his palm sliding across the closed door, before the heavy sigh of him sitting outside the stall had you peering down, just seeing the bottom of his shell tucked against the tile.

“I’m sorry for grabbing you.” He said plainly, and as if a rope was cut, you breathed shakily into your arm, pressing your open mouth hard against your skin. You sunk down slowly, knowing he could hear you moving, until you crouched just behind him. If not for the door, you’d be splayed against his shell.

“You mean so much to me.” He whispered. “Mean so much to us. I should have thought before I grabbed you like that.”

You leaned your head forward, until the edge of your brow gently pressed against the cold plastic. It took two tries, but you finally pulled your mouth back from your skin, licked your lips, and whispered. “I wasn’t- suppose to find out yet, was I?”

You hoped he wouldn’t try and turn the question on its head, knowing he knew what you were talking about. His hearing was better than yours. Still, he made some low, wounded sound at the way your voice rasped broken and raw over the words.

“It certainly wasn’t how I envisioned it.” He offered with self deprecating humor, and you blinked, thinking the tone didn’t suit him at all. 

“Who- who else?” God, it hurt to talk. Your knee hit the tiled floor as you readjusted, and Mikey’s shell shifted on the other side of the thin barrier between the two of you.

“Um….” He trailed off, but you heard the silent all of us, thinking back to the way they’d held you together the night your arm, and heart, had broken.

“Oh- God.” You choked on the word, coughed and brought your arm back to your mouth to muffle the sound. 

Mikey moved, and for one terrified moment you thought he was going to try breaking the lock, but his steps moved away. Water running in the sink, and then he returned, shoved a glass under the little opening below the door.

You didn’t thank him as he returned to his spot, reaching down slowly and grabbing the chilled glass. 

He waited until he heard you take a few sips, before asking. “How’s your arm? You shoved it into Leo’s face pretty hard.”

“It hurts.” You breathed into the glass, aware you’d been holding the cast tight against your chest.

“I’m gonna go get Donnie.” Mikey’s hand appeared under the door, splayed against the tile as he pushed himself upright.

“Don’t-” You cut off, until his hand turned, brushed against your shoe. “-go.” You swallowed. “Please.”

“I won’t, babes,” he promised, “Just gonna go get Dee, ok?”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see, and sat down heavily as you listened to him moving for the bathroom door.

It was… a lot, to take in. Too much to do so right now, with your arm burning and your mind swirling around like a shaken fishbowl. You wanted to bury it, until the realization felt a little more distant. A little more manageable. You couldn’t-

You brutally squashed that train of thought, sitting down heavily with only one arm to balance yourself with. You stretched one foot out first, then the other, sticking your sneakers out from under the partition and leaning forward to place your fevered, sticky cheek against the door again.

You must have spaced out, because the sound of Donnie’s knuckles rapping gently against the plastic had you startling, pulling your feet back against your chest and scooting to the corner.

“Dove?” He called, and you saw the shadow of his hand on the handle. “I’m going to open the door, ok?”

You hummed in acknowledgement, staring at your shoes as he opened the lock from the outside. The door squeaked when he cracked it open, and you looked up finally, meeting his hesitant smile from where he craned around the door.

“There you are. Are you ready to come out, now?”

You weren’t, but you still moved, letting him grip under your bicep and help you find your feet when you wobbled.

“Good, that’s good. Let’s sit on the edge of the tub.” He led you, and you felt more than saw Mikey hovering just out of your space, watching you with concerned eyes. 

When you were finally sitting on the tiled edge of the basin they called a bath, Donnie felt you for a moment, and Mikey returned to sit next to you, just shy of touching.

“Heya, babes. You’re ok.” He gave you a tilted smile, a little watery, and you scrubbed at your cheek at the realization you probably looked like you had indeed been blubbering in a bathroom stall.

“Alrighty, then.” Donnie was back, and you tipped your head towards him without thinking. His hand came up to grip your chin, tightening when you tried to flinch away. “It’s just me, dove, relax just a little bit.”

The cloth he wiped over your face was warm and sudsy, and you closed your eyes on instinct, leaning into his touch as he wiped away the gunk and the tear stains. The soft, repetitive motions had you sighing unconsciously, shoulders slumping in relief when the cloth ran over clean skin. 

Donnie traded the cloth for his thumbs, stooping to peer into your face as his wide digits scrubbed across your cheekbones. “There you go, that’s better, right?”

You nodded, feeling his knuckles hook around the edge of your jaw, before his snout swung to the side and he focused on your cast. “Can I take a look at that, now?”

You bit your lip, nodded again, free hand casting out to find Mikey’s arm and latch onto it when Donnie lowered his goggles and peered at your arm, hands softly probing at the ends of your cast.

Mikey captured your hand, let you squeeze his palm as Donnie worked. After a moment, his thumb came out to slide slowly over the back of your hand, and you looked up, caught on the baby blues that stared back.

The door to the bathroom creaked open, and Raph stuck his head in. “How’s it goin’ in here?”

“Fine, despite your lack of patience.” Donnie quipped without taking his eyes off his task, and the muscle in your cheek contracted at the heavy eye roll Raph gave his brother before his green eyes focused on you. 

“You alright, sweetheart?”

“…fine.” The word was scratchy, and you cleared your throat before trying again. “How’s… Leo?”

Raph gave you a smirk, “ah, he’ll live, he’s just getting some ice for it. Good shot, though.” 

Donnie made some little noise at your side, pulling your attention back to him. “I don’t think there’s any new damage.” He gave you a soft smile. “Just don’t go shoving your arm into anyone else’s face, kay?”

You sighed, tried to pull your hand from Mikey’s grip, but he wouldn’t allow you to, slotting your fingers between his to maintain the grip. “How bout we go get those noodles before they get cold, babes? I got the spicy ones you like.”

Your stomach rebelled at just the mention of food, but there were sharp eyes on your face, taking notice of every twitch. “I think… maybe just the movie, Angelo.”

Mikey, bless him, looked happy you were just agreeing, tugged you to your feet and almost into Donatello before the taller turtle ducked seamlessly out of your space. 

“Wait, wait-” your head heaved at the quick movements, and Mikey lurched to a stop, that concerned look back. “Just, slow, Mikey. Slow.”

You… weren’t just talking about heading to the living room area, and while it might have gone right over Mikey’s head, you saw the traded looks between the other two turtles, and it made you swallow heavily. No time for that now. The thought got sloshed back to the back of your head when Mikey’s free had touched your shoulder and led you backwards into the main room. 

[deathofafoureyedferret]

My Crush

WARNING: Really fluffy, that's it.

Ship: TMNT Boys (Bayverse) x Reader (I plan on doing the other versions of them with this too)

Pronouns: They/Them

Summary: This is if their S/O told them they have an active crush on them after being together for a while already.

Leonardo:

Leo thinks it's funny. You two are just lounging around after he went on patrol, he likes to relax with you as you guys do your own thing together. He’s reading a book and your on your phone, the two of you just there enjoying each other’s company. He's at peace within the silence, and that's when you say it, it's out of nowhere. Nothing would have brought it up, but you said it anyways. "Leo, I think I have a crush on you." He's confused at first. "Thank you?" Then he laughs. "Oh my god, that's so dumb." He so embarrassed and flustered that he can't even look at you so he buries his face in his book. He'd just keep laughing and telling you how dumb and cute you are. When he calms down he'll smiles and say, "Wow, really? I would have never known." "Really? I thought I was making it obvious. After all the times I've kissed you, did you think those were just out of friendship?"

The more you talk the more he will keep laughing. Ask him if he wants to go out sometime. He'll play along and say, "I don't know, I'm already with someone and I don't think they'd want to share." He’ll smile and cup you face, kissing you between every punctuation. "They treat me good, and they're beautiful, and I think I'm lucky to have them. So I'm going to have to decline the offer."

Wow, imagine being rejected by your crush after already dating them, that must be rough.

Raphael:

Raph get super flustered, it reminds him of before you guys were a thing. He's doing something normal like working out and your with him to watch. He's doing push ups and he has you sitting on top of his shell as extra weight and he's completely in the zone. "Raph, have I ever told you how cool I think you are?" He laughs and takes the complement. "Yeah, you might have mentioned it once or twice. What about me do you think is cool?" He knows the answer, but he likes to hear you say it out loud. "Your strong, you do incredible things like it's nothing. Every time you do something it make my fat crush on you even worse." That's when his hand slips and he falls on his face. Did he hear you correctly? It shouldn't be a big deal because you guys are already dating, but to hear out loud that you still have a crush on him makes him nervous, like he is still the guy who thought he didn’t have a shot with you.

You two get up off the ground and he stand before you, one hand holding yours and the other is rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "You-....you still have a crush on me?" He's doesn't have the courage to look you in the eye because he feels like you guys are confessing your feelings for each other all over again. "Of course I do!" That's what gets him, it the  nonchalant-ness to it, it's the fact that you treat it like he should have already known. He turns away and tries to play it cool as he goes to do something else, your hand is still in his and you follow him to his next task. "What? You embarrassed?" "You can't just say that shit, okay?"

For the rest of the day he's gonna be doing things to impress you, doing harder work-outs, getting things for you from high places, doing things you tell him to do, he's yours to command.  Please praise him, he'll eat that shit up.

Donatello:

He's similar to Leo, he thinks it's cute, but will make fun of you for it. He's working on the truck and would have you handing him tools as he stays underneath it. When he comes back up he's covered in oil and he has his goggles on, he looks like a sexy mechanic. He goes to pick up his bottle of water and he catches you staring. "What is it? Is there oil on my face?" "No- well yes that too, but it's not that." You just smile and keep staring. He laughs but you're making him nervous. "Yeah? Then what is it?" He asks, putting his bottle back down. His full attention is now on you and he patiently awaits your answer. You take this to your advantage and decide to play with him a little. "Okay, sit down and get ready because I have something important to tell you." With that his interest has peaked and he looks around. You're sitting in his usual chair and he knows he's too heavy to sit on his work table, so he just sits on the floor and looks up at you with curiosity. You cup his face and look deep into his eyes. "Donnie, this might come as a surprise because I've kept this secret well, but I have a huge crush on you." He doesn't say anything, he just starts to laughing, it's more of a giggle honestly. You continue as you pet his cheeks with your thumbs. "I've been meaning to tell you this for some time now. Dear maiden, I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of letting me take you on a date." He laughs harder and pushes his rolling chair as he gets up. "Sorry, but you have to ask for my father's permission by giving him three goats." He jokes. You pretend that someone has shot your heart with an arrow and clutch you chest before falling limp in the chair.

He just laughs more and goes back to what he was doing, the smile on his face seemingly unfading. "You know what, that was so stupid." "Stupid funny? Or stupid idiot?" "Stupid as in it sucks that I really want to kiss you because of how stupid you are."

Michelangelo:

He feels the same way, he’s actually the one to say it first. You guys are just hanging out one day playing video games, both of you are messing around and trying to mess up the other’s concentration so you could win. He kisses your cheek last minute as a distraction but you win anyway. You scream and cheer, and he’s beside you over exaggerating the sadness of his defeat.

“Ah! No! Why did it have to end this way?!” He falls back on his shell as if he’s given up.

“Haha! You thought you could distract me, but little did you know that your kiss only made me stronger!” You laugh maniacally and he just looks at you with this strange look of appreciation.

“Y’know what? I think this is the reason I still have a crush on you.” You pause in surprise and you see his dopey love-struck expression plastered on all over his face and you can’t help but blush.

You smile and kiss his cheek. “That’s so funny because I think I have a crush on you too.”

[maniime]

Ik I was just here but can I request a hc yandere tmnt x female reader who hates being alone for too long how would the boys work that to there favor???

Yandere!Tmnt x reader

(I'm the type who needs to talk with someone or i'll go crazy from isolation </3)

You can't stand being alone for too long because you're so used to having people around you. It's unfortunate for you but to the boys it feels like they hit the jackpot with you.

They are already so obsessed with you so begging to be by their side all the time will melt their insides. How can they say no to such a cute and worrisome face, it's only right to give you what you want. ;)

The brothers take turns sharing you throughout the day and even deciding on who is sleeping with you for that night. I mean they share everything else they have and you wont be an exception.

When you all are together the boys have one hand on your body whether it's your hand or thigh. They constantly pamper you to the point that you eventually come to them whenever you need something.

Donnie would always be there to get things that were too high for you to reach

"Here princess let me get that for you"

Raph refusing to let you carry anything with your delicate arms

"Don't worry about this babydoll"

Leo giving you deep tissue massages here and there

"Darling, just let me take care of you"

Mikey helping you get dressed up for the day

"Awww look how cute you look angelcakes"

In the beginning, you tried to resist them because you were worried that your clinginess would scare them off. Well things changed...after being subjected to their sweet words and loving gestures, your mind just goes blank when they are around.

When you have to go to the surface, your phone would be full of text messages from the boys. Most of the time you are on the phone with one of them while you are running some errands.

They are so happy things turned out this way :)

It'll make things easier for when you come to live with them permanently.